"I only have to catch them. And even then, that's mostly just trying to keep them from running out the back door."
"Still an important job."
Jack sipped his water.
"Why don't you sit down? You look nervous."
He sat holding his water in front of him like some sort of shield.
"You know we don't have to do anything tonight," Isaac said.
"No. I want to," Jack answered quickly while still gripping his glass harder than necessary.
"I could give you a tour first if you like."
"That's okay."
Isaac stood and held out his hand. "Come on. I'll at least show you the ground floor."
As Jack stood there was a rattling at the door, he spun toward it taking a defensive stance, adrenalin hitting his system. Two dark haired women came through it, their lips locked together and tearing at each other's clothes. Isaac cleared his throat and the women parted.
"What are you doing here?" The shorter of the two women asked.
"It's the 23rd," Isaac answered sharply.
"It's the 22nd," the woman said in return. Jack was pretty sure it was the 22nd as well.
"No, it's the 23rd."
The woman pinched the bridge of her nose then turned to Jack smiling. "Hi, you must be Jack, I'm Amalie, it's nice to finally meet you. This is Lydia." She gestured to the other woman then turned back to Isaac. "It's Friday the 22nd."
Isaac pulled out his phone as did Amalie. Lydia held out her hand to Jack. "You look familiar," she said even as she shook his hand. "SWAT?"
"Um… Yeah." Lydia looked familiar as well. "Vega? County Prosecutor?"
"Yep." She tilted her head toward Isaac and Amalie who were having a quiet, if intense conversation and studying each other's phones. "MD and Ph.D. and neither of them can keep track of what day it is. They can't cook either. Dozen recipes between the two of them and half are for different types of margaritas."
"I can cook," Jack said, feeling the need to say something. The sudden rush of adrenaline was bouncing around his body with nowhere to go. "Or, well, I can make a decent breakfast."
Lydia grinned. "Great. Hey you two!" She raised her voice. "SWAT Boy is making breakfast." Before Jack or anyone else could respond she slid her arm around Amalie's waist and ushered her upstairs.
Isaac watched them go before turning to Jack. "Turns out it's the 22nd."
"Yeah."
Isaac took a deep breath then let it slowly out. "That is so not how I wanted that introduction to go."
"That was Lydia Vega." Jack was still processing that. Vega was on the top rung of the County's prosecutors with a good record and reputation.
"Yeah. They've been together for years. They went to high school together."
"Oh." Jack looked around wondering if someone else was going to pop out of somewhere. A cat slipped out from under the sofa, rubbed its head on Jack's ankle then walked off without a backward glance at the now marked stranger.
Isaac laughed. Jack tried to hold in his own laughter but failed. They stood there laughing for a good minute, the weird tension in the room lifting.
"And that was Murrcat," Isaac got out as the giggles began to fade. "Do you want to stay?"
Jack nodded, a few giggles still coming out. He'd made it this far and was not backing out now.
"Good."
♦ ♦ ♦
Isaac had never been so thankful for Murrcat's sense of timing and total indifference to humans. He was jealous that Murrcat had gotten to mark Jack first but that was the risk when you lived with a feline.
He led Jack through the house to the downstairs guest bedroom. It had been intended as a play room but with lack of use it turned into the Random Stuff room. Isaac needed a weekend and then some to clear it out. While not as elegant as anything in the Windsor club, he kept the light soft and made the twin bed up in shades of deep blue and green. The equipment he planned to use was neatly arranged on top of a vintage set of drawers.
Jack was looking nervous again as he surveyed the room. Isaac was feeling nervous as well but he kept his face cool. This would be different. A sex club was one thing but this was his home, this spoke of length and commitment, of making Jack feel wanted and valued. This would be make or break. Tonight, he had to be at his best.
Here we go.
"Jack." Jack turned toward him. "Go to the door and lock it. It's a standard push button lock. It won't keep you in but it will keep others out."
Jack hesitated. Not long, just the length of a few heartbeats but those seconds stretched beyond rational understandings of time. Jack gave a sharp nod, snapping time back to its proper shape. He took a few long steps to the door. The small click of the cheap lock filled the room. He turned back to Isaac, clasping his hands behind him. The military training showed through in how he squared his shoulders and kept his eyes ahead.
"Get undressed, put your shoes and clothes in the corner. You won't be needing them in this room. You can leave your phone with them."
"Yes, sir." This time there was no hesitation. He was quick but his movements were precise. There was no fumbling. He took his time to fold his clothes neatly and tuck his laces into his shoes. Isaac appreciated the precision as well as the opportunity to simply watch him move.
"Stand in the middle of the room, legs spread, arms out to your sides, straight, parallel with the floor, palms up. I want to look you over."
Again, there was no hesitation. It wasn't a particularly comfortable position but it wasn't intended to be. Holding his palms up would keep his shoulders rolled back while stretching the brachioradialis and bicipital aponeurosis. Depending on how often he stretched his arms he could begin to feel it quite quickly.
He did a close inspection of Jack's body though there was no need. It was pristine and beautiful in a way Isaac knew he would never achieve for himself. This was about Jack accepting that his body would be inspected on a regular basis. If the state of his cock was anything to go by he didn't mind. It was curved up, swollen thick, and a deep red. His balls were already drawn up and his nipples were at hard tight points. His breathing was regular though, his chest rising and falling on a perfect three count. He cupped Jack's balls and gave them a slight squeeze. Jack's breath faltered.
"You're not to hold anything back from me tonight. I want to hear every sigh, moan, and scream. I need to be able to judge my actions against your reactions."
"Yes, sir."
"Good." He pressed the pad of his thumb against Jack's right nipple and smiled at the small gasp of breath. He switched to his thumbnail and watched Jack shudder. "Your body is beautiful. You take such care with it, I can tell." Isaac removed his thumb and blew softly over the same nipple. Jack made a small noise between a whimper and a hum. His arms were beginning to twitch ever so slightly. "And so responsive." He licked that nipple next and blew on it again. "I want you to know I'm going to mark you tonight. Nothing that will last, but you will be able to feel it in the morning. I am also going to bind you. I have no doubt that you are capable of holding a position if I order it but I don't want that to be your focus. Your only focus should be what is happening to you." He traced his fingers up Jack's body and danced them across his lips. "I will also have you tonight." He lowered his voice and poured his words into Jack's ear. "More softly and carefully than you have ever known. I have been saving that. I have no doubt I could have fucked you that first night. Bent you over and taken you like the others but I knew even then, you are far too special for that."
Jack's breath lost its even rhythm.
"But I will save that for later. Lower your arms."
Jack, to his credit, didn't drop his arms but lowered them slowly and precisely.
"Now, kneel for me." Jack went to his knees. Isaac could tell he was going for that smooth, straight backed, dancer like grace that some subs managed but he didn't quite have the experience to pull it off. He leaned forward to keep his balance and his knees made a soft thud. Isaac ran his fingers through Jack'
s hair. "Very good. Now close your eyes and breathe." Like that first night, Isaac simply stroked his head until Jack's breathing became settled in that easy three in and three out rhythm. Isaac took the time to steady himself as well. It might have been the light but Jack's body appeared stronger and more sculpted than the last time. He wanted to rub himself against it like Murrcat. "Good boy. You are doing very well."
"Thank you, sir." Jack’s voice was hardly more than a whisper.
He gave Jack one more stroke before taking a length of soft rope from the top of the dresser along with a pair of EMT safety scissors. "I'm going to bind your arms now behind your back. Nothing fancy but it will look nice and you won't have to worry about what to do with your hands." Jack looked up at him, then at the rope and scissors he was holding. Isaac watched him, carefully looking for any signs of fear or uncertainty but there were none and Jack said nothing. "Put your arms behind your back and grab your forearms."
Despite Jack's lack of objection, he would keep the bindings comfortable tonight, securing instead of stretching. He uncoiled the rope and found the midpoint. Rope bondage was easier to do with an extra person in the room to hold the ends, but for something simple he could manage on his own. It had been far too long since he’d done complicated rope work. He wrapped Jack's arms to each other with a simple interwoven pattern then wrapped the extra around his waist before weaving in the ends. He took a step back to look over his work. It was painfully simplistic. The white rope didn't look great against Jack's pale skin but Jack's cock was dripping and it looked like it wouldn't take more than a stiff breeze and a kind word to make him cum.
"Very pretty, but I think I can do better. I'll get some darker rope, black or dark blue, something that will stand out. I'll weave it around and around your body like a corset. If I do that often enough your body will get used to it and I'll be able to make it tighter each time." Jack whimpered, his eyes shut and his cock twitching. He stroked Jack's head. "But that's for the future. Let's focus on the now."
Isaac grabbed a simple leather cock ring and ball spreader. He crouched down and managed to get it around Jack's cock and balls before he even knew what was happening. "There, that should help prevent any little oopses." Jack's whole posture relaxed. "Now stand up and spread your legs for me, nice and wide."
He stood but slowly, trying to keep his balance with his arms held in place. Isaac paced around him, examining the rope work from a fresh angle. He traced his finger across Jack's waist where rope met skin. "Very nice indeed."
He went back to the dresser and picked up a riding crop. It wasn't cheap braided leather for amateurs, it was proper with a wide head of cream colored leather. He held it up for Jack to see. "Simple, traditional, yet effective." He checked Jack's expression for fear but his face was still, and difficult to read. "May I use it?"
"Yes, sir." His voice was rough in a way that could be lust or fear. Most likely a combination of both. Isaac didn't like that second bit.
He stroked the leather head across Jack's chest. He shivered. "If the pain is too much, or not doing what it should, you are to tell me to stop. All you have to say is stop. Do you understand me?"
Jack nodded.
"I need you to say it."
"I understand."
"Understand what?"
Jack swallowed hard. "If it's too much I tell you to stop."
"Good boy."
He stroked Jack's body with the head of the crop. Like a paint brush he ran it across his torso, down his legs, across his ass, and up his back. Jack continued to shiver and his cock looked like it was trying to break out of its bindings. He pressed the leather to Jack's lips. Jack kissed it.
"Good boy," Isaac whispered then flicked the crop against Jack's nipple. Not hard, not enough to hurt, barely enough to sting, but the surprise of it sent a twitch through Jack's body. He lay a second, precise little flick on Jack's other nipple. There was a jump in his breathing like a tiny skip on an old record, not truly breaking the rhythm. The next two flicks were on the insides of Jack's thighs, close enough to Jack's balls that he could feel the crop go by and perhaps cause a hint of worry. Each of the four spots where Isaac had left a mark were already returning to their natural color. Isaac hit Jack’s left nipple again then the inside of his right thigh. Not hard, not hard at all, but even the most delicate touch can build into pain. Jack closed his eyes and let his head roll back. Isaac continued. He tried to avoid any pattern as he took the crop to the same four spots over and over.
He kept one eye on Jack's face. His lips were slightly parted. And while his body twitched and his breath became ragged, his face stayed relaxed, almost serene. Isaac smiled. The boys he often found himself with were solid masochists who needed a firm whip and strong arm, which Isaac could provide. But that meant it had been a while since he'd done this sort of subtle detailed work. It felt good. Jack's nipples would sting for at least a day every time his shirt moved against them. And there would be that little reminder between his thighs every time he took a step.
Jack gave little mewling cries when the crop hit a nipple and whimpered when it hit his thighs. Isaac was tempted to see if he could get Jack to sing for him with just the flick of his crop.
Jack's cock was purple and straining with beads of pre-cum bubbling to the top and running down its length, and his nipples had gone from pink to a dark red. Isaac stopped and pressed the crop up against Jack's balls. He had no intention of striking them but Jack still held his breath. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I need you to be aware. Look at me please."
He tilted his head but he struggled with it. His eyes were unfocused. Isaac tossed the crop onto the bed before stroking Jack's cheek. "Very good." He brushed Jack's nipple and his eyes closed again. "Keep looking at me." His eyes snapped open.
Without breaking eye contact Isaac reached down and undid the bit of leather that was holding Jack's cock. Jack whined, his whole body shaking but his eyes never left Isaac's face. Isaac began to stroke him, slowly and lightly.
"I'm very impressed. You knew what was happening, you knew the pain was going to build, you didn't flinch or shy away. You didn't try to close your legs. You left your body open to my will. That is something few can do." He stepped in close so his body was pressed against Jack's. "Now I want you to cum for me. Right here like this. I want to feel your breath as you let go." Isaac sped up his strokes not caring about the mess about to be spread across his clothes. It didn't take long. Only seconds. Jack cried out, his body convulsing, cum coating Isaac's hand. He started to pitch forward and Isaac helped guide him down to his knees. He lay his head on Isaac's shoulder and shook while Isaac stroked his back and whispered soft words of encouragement into his ear.
♦ ♦ ♦
There was a low hum in Jack's ears, or maybe it was in his head. It was warm and pleasant. It soothed away all the other chatter. There was warmth curling around his body as well. Hands stroking him. They were rough in places, he knew that, but he only felt softness. His arms were being moved, then they were free, falling limp at his sides. That hurt enough for him to notice but the soft hands were stroking his arms all the way down to his fingers.
"Can you make a fist with your hands?"
Jack didn't want to. He didn't like making fists, throwing punches, but he did it anyway.
"Good, now spread your hands wide."
That was better.
"Now stand up then lay down on the bed. You can rest."
Rest sounded nice. He stood, there was pain in his knees. He lay down quickly, closed his eyes, and rested.
♦ ♦ ♦
There was a burn across his chest and between his thighs. He wanted to itch but was afraid to touch. Before even opening his eyes, he flopped onto his back and spread his legs.
"That's a nice look for you. Legs spread, nipples hard, body covered in cum."
Isaac was sitting on the bed staring at him. He was still dressed but his shirt and pants were now stained. He didn't seem to care.
"How d
o you feel? Honestly."
Jack did a systems check. The warm hum was fading. It always did. It made him worry that this was more like a drug than he wanted to admit. "I'm a bit thirsty. A bit of a headache."
Isaac held out a glass of water which had been sitting on the bedside table. Jack sipped it carefully, resisting the urge to chug it down. Isaac watched him with a small smile on his face as he finished the glass.
"Always a bit of a crash, those endorphins and adrenalin fading away."
Jack nodded in agreement.
"It's more than just neurochemistry though, I believe that. And it doesn't rot your brain and bones like drugs."
There were days when he did crave it like an addict might, but he had wanted it before he ever tried it. The desire before he had a name or even an idea, had twisted around the back of his mind and down into his body. He'd fought it for a long time. He still fought it when he looked in the mirror and saw his square jaw and broad shoulders. He tried to beat down those feelings when his men looked at him to guide or order them. When he first went to the clubs, trying to be invisible, watching from dark corners, skinny boys in tight jeans would come up to him, cock their hips and bare their throats. He even tried it a few times, putting them on their knees but it never truly worked, never felt right. Those pretty boys worked it out quick, far quicker than he did. Some stayed and talked with him to try to explain things. Most just left.
Isaac ran his fingers through Jack's hair, dragging his nails along his scalp. Jack pressed himself into it, his eyes beginning to close again. Isaac leaned in close.
"Do you remember what I said I was going to do with you tonight, after I'd bound you and hurt you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What did I say?"
"That you would have me tonight."
"Do you still want that?"
He didn't have to think about the answer. "Yes."
"Good. I want you to lay on your front, close your eyes, and breathe. "I'm going to get you ready for me and I'm going to take my time." Isaac licked his ear with the tip of his tongue sending shivers through him. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
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