Tactical Submission: A Windsor Club Story

by Ada Maria Soto

  "Thank you, sir." Jack stuttered out. He'd had others say that, but there had always been harshness in their voices and a whip or something similar in their hands. Isaac's voice only had honesty and his hands were empty.

  "Lay down."

  He lay down and rolled over, spreading his legs as he did. He felt Isaac get off the bed then heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. There were small thumps as objects landed on the bed, then Isaac sat back down. Jack wasn't sure exactly what he expected, but Isaac brushing a soft kiss against the base of his skull wasn't it. There was a slight shift of air as Isaac whispered something, then placed a second kiss not even an inch lower. The kisses were hardly more than the brush of a feather in strength but the sensation filled his body more fully than the bite of any whip. Isaac shifted an inch lower again. Jack got the idea that Isaac was kissing and possibly reciting the names of each of his vertebra.

  He was hard and as much as he tried to fight it, he pressed his hips down into the bed. Isaac paused and Jack braced himself for punishment. It didn't come. Isaac stroked his head then continued with his anatomy refresher. By the time Isaac reached the small of his back, Jack felt like his body was melting, except for his cock which had reached the point of pain. And when Isaac placed a final kiss at his tail bone he raised his ass up in invitation.

  Isaac pulled away and there were a series of noises he couldn't identify. One sounded like a latex snap but he hadn't heard a condom packet. He was pretty sure the squishy sound was lube. He felt slick latex covered fingers slowly spread his cheeks. The lube was warm, as opposed to the ice cold he usually got. A tiny part of him was offended by the gloves. He'd cleaned well before coming over but he hadn't mentioned that to Isaac and Isaac hadn't asked. That same small part of him wanted to say something but that series of kisses had left him beyond speech.

  Isaac ran a finger around his hole and he moaned. He raised his hips, trying to press himself onto that single slim digit, needing it like little else before. "Easy. Don't worry. I'll fill you up before I'm done. I won't leave you wanting." He finally pressed his finger in and Jack nearly screamed. There was hardly even a hint of stretch but he was so close it may as well have been Isaac's cock. Isaac worked that single finger in and out of him at a maddeningly slow pace. He tried to press himself up, to get Isaac's finger in deeper but Isaac always managed to move with him never breaking the rhythm. Sweat rolled down his body, it was absurd to be so close from so little.

  "I'm going to put a second finger into you now. You feel so good around me already. It's killing me waiting. I know when I get my cock in you it is going to be amazing but I'm not going to rush this." Jack whined, unable to beg. "You can cum if you need to at any point. I'm sure you're already close. I'm also sure you can catch back up quick."

  Jack nodded into his pillow but stopped his thrusting. If Isaac could wait, so could he. There was a slight stretch as Isaac pushed another finger in. He kept the slow and easy pace, sometimes twisting his fingers one way or another. Sometimes dropping a scorching feather kiss along Jack’s spine. He lost track of time and most rational thought.

  Then Isaac's fingers left him. He tried to squeeze down around nothing. For so little he felt so empty.

  "Easy there."

  He heard another squirt of lube then felt something press against his hole. It was solid this time.

  "Just a little toy. Something to stretch and stimulate. I won't push it all the way in. This is only meant to feel good. Is that okay?"

  Jack nodded.

  "I need to hear you say something."

  He managed to get out a yes but his head was spinning as if slightly drunk.

  Isaac pressed in the toy slowly. He could picture it by feel. He'd had them used before. A wand made of a series of balls each slightly larger. Isaac pressed in four then stopped. The fourth one had been the first real stretch. Jack fought the urge to lift his hips, fuck himself on the larger ones, instead, with no small amount of pride he held himself steady.

  "Breathe," Isaac said.

  Jack wasn’t aware he'd been holding his breath. He let it out and Isaac drew out the toy completely before working it back in. Like with his fingers, he kept the pace slow and steady. It made Jack want to scream. He flopped his head to the side and opened his eyes. The room didn't come properly into focus for several seconds. When it did, all he could see was a blank wall. He closed his eyes again all his awareness focused on what Isaac was doing to his ass.

  He counted the balls in and out of his body.

  One, two, three, four. Four, three, two, one. One, two, three, four.

  Then Isaac kept going, pushing a fifth halfway in, leaving him stretched around the circumference.

  "Your ass looks amazing stretched like that. I can't wait to see it around my cock."

  Jack moaned, beyond using words, as the fifth ball was pushed in followed by a sixth which burned and pressed against his insides in a way that made him jump and cry out. Isaac stopped.

  "Was that a good or a bad yelp."

  Jack hoped he said good. His lips felt heavy and thick like the rest of him. Isaac drew the balls out and Jack began to count again.

  One, two, three, four, five, six. Six, five, four, three, two, one.

  Jack lost track of time again, until Isaac fully pulled the last two out and didn't go back in.

  "Roll over. Open your eyes."

  He flopped onto his back. It wasn't graceful and it wasn't quick. His legs fell open. Isaac slowly swam into focus. He was smiling. "You look like I've already fucked you six ways to Sunday." Jack smiled back. "Do you think you're ready?"

  Jack nodded then mumbled out yes.

  Isaac finished undressing, able to do it quickly without looking rushed. His cock looked larger than Jack remembered. Long and particularly thick. He spread his legs wider. "You should spend more time like this, on your back, on my bed, legs spread for me." Jack didn't respond but if he had, it wouldn't have been to disagree. He felt wanton and wild. He could not remember ever wanting to be fucked this desperately. Not even the first time.

  Isaac rolled on a condom and knelt between Jack's legs. He bent his knees and raised his hips as best as he could. Usually he was on all fours or bent over something when he did this. He wanted to close his eyes and let his body melt but he kept his eyes on Isaac's face, needing to remember the moment.

  Isaac lined his cock up at his entrance and more slowly than he'd done anything else that night pushed himself in. Jack didn't come. He grit his teeth and dug his nails into his palms. He felt his cock jump and strain but he didn't come. Not yet. Not until Isaac was fucking him proper. Instead Isaac stopped, closing his own eyes and let out a moan.

  "Oh god. Worth it. You feel so good. So right." He pulled himself out even slower than he went in. Jack couldn't handle it.

  "Please," he managed to drag the word from his own lips. "Please."

  "Please what?"

  Jack shook his head, trying to convey that he simply couldn't speak.

  "Should I stop?"

  Jack shook his head harder and thrust his hips up.

  "Ah, I see."

  Isaac thrust back in. Still slowly but with more force. Jack squeezed down around him and that was the cue to really speed things up. He lifted Jack's legs so they were hooked over his shoulders, thrusting hard and fast. Shouts and moans filled the room at random in counterpoint to the rhythmic slap of their bodies. Then Isaac stopped, recentered himself, and thrust up hard. And with a scream Jack finally came. It seemed to last forever.

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  Isaac's whole body convulsed in a way that was going to leave him sore in the morning. He had held himself back too long and only came a few moments after Jack, unable to sustain any longer. Jack had looked and felt amazing as he'd cum. So open he almost seemed fragile yet his body squeezed down tight around him, his muscles rippling under his skin.

  He slowly drew himself from Jack's limp form his own legs threatening to give out from under him. He manage
d to find his legs long enough to get the condom into a waste basket before collapsing back down onto the bed next to Jack. Jack hadn't moved. His arms were splayed out and his legs spread wide. His breath was the soft breath of sleep. He found Jack's pulse thumping along strong and steady. He ran his fingers through Jack's hair. He mumbled and turned into the touch.

  "Just sleep," he whispered into Jack's ear.

  Then Isaac decided to follow his own advice and join him.

  Chapter 8

  Jack's eyes snapped open. He'd hoped that after returning to civilian life, the jarring zero to sixty wakeups demanded by the army would fade. It hadn't. It might still take a few seconds for his mind to catch up but his body was awake and ready to go.

  That few seconds of mental catch up reminded him that he was in Isaac's house, in his extra bedroom, naked, sore, Isaac (he hoped) was curled against his back. There was a small digital clock on the bedside table. It read 7:39. Jack blinked at it a few times, wondering if it was correct. It had been years since he'd slept more than eight hours at a shot. Usually he lived off six. Even after an intense session he'd snap awake before the eight-hour mark.

  He debated if he should move. He didn't want to wake up Isaac. It had been a long time since anyone had slept next to him and it was nice. On the other hand, he really needed to pee. As slowly as possible, he stretched out one arm to draw back the soft blanket that covered them. Isaac mumbled and rolled onto his back away from Jack. Jack took the opportunity to speed up his exit while still keeping it as silent as possible. He grabbed the bag he'd brought, and still naked, slipped out the door and down the hall to the bathroom Isaac had pointed out the night before.

  Once there and having peed he found himself at a loss. Should he go back to bed? Shower? Get dressed? Make breakfast? He settled for cleaning up in the sink and pulling on his jeans and t-shirt, he didn’t want to run into Isaac's wife and her lover while completely naked and covered in dried cum. He snuck back into the bedroom. Isaac was still asleep, flopped onto his back and snoring softly. He looked small in the large bed but he supposed everyone looked smaller in sleep, the power of will and personality stripped away.

  He hovered in the doorway unsure what to do in the still house. His stomach rolled and made the decision to make breakfast, or at the very least find out if there was coffee.

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  The kitchen was clean but with an underused look. On the counter was an old-school Mr. Coffee coffee maker with a slight brown ring on the bottom of the glass pot. There was also a high-end espresso machine with a thin layer of dust on it. Jack headed to the espresso machine and was surprised to find it hooked up. It wasn't uncommon for people to buy nice espresso machines, thinking 'the kid at Starbucks can make a latte, how hard can it be'. After the third steam burn they go back to their drip coffee or get one of those awful cartridge machines. He took out the filter holder. There were a few bone-dry grounds and slight calcification but no rust. He relaxed. This was familiar territory. He poked around and found some white vinegar and baking soda. He got to work.

  Twenty minutes later the water was coming through the machine clean and hot. He liked the fact that he had a backup skill, even if it was a minimum wage one. Then he went looking for coffee. He probably should have done that first. There was a can of grounds only a step away from the instant sitting next to the drip machine. Gritting his teeth, he looked in the freezer. Sandwiched between some frozen dinners and a bottle of tequila was a bag of good coffee. He wished they would print Do Not Freeze in big letters across the front of coffee bags. It did all kinds of damage to the flavor. It was also pre-ground. He'd have to see about getting some whole beans.

  Getting way ahead of yourself there.

  Jack grabbed the bag of coffee. The muscle memory of tapping in the grounds was still there, careful not to spill any. The sound of espresso sliding into the little pot, the hiss of the steam and the bubbling of milk took him far back in his memory and away from the night before. He'd enjoyed the previous night. He hadn't felt that good in a long time and he knew it, but he didn't want to analyze it, not yet. It was easier to make coffee in the kitchen of someone who was still half a stranger, than to pace around waiting for that stranger to wake up.

  "Oh, my god, that smells good."

  Jack jumped, nearly spilling the latte across his fingers. "Sorry. I woke up and wasn't sure-."

  Isaac slid across the kitchen and took the coffee from his hands. He took a sip and made a noise similar to what Jack had been making the night before. "You made this?"

  "Yeah." He waved to the machine. "That was the only good coffee I could find, you really shouldn't keep coffee in the freezer. I did a clean with vinegar to get out the residue but—"

  Isaac put his fingertips to Jack's lips stopping the babble. He took another sip. "Every time I tried to use that thing I burned myself."

  "It takes practice." Jack mumbled from behind Isaac's fingers.

  Isaac lowered his hand. "Summer job?"

  "Summer and after school. Coffea Contenuto: Cafe and Organic Bakery"

  "That sounds…" Isaac didn't finish his thought.

  "Pretentious?" Jack smiled. His time at Coffea Contenuto was some of the best of his life. "We used to roast our beans on site."

  Isaac stepped in close, pushing their bodies together, and slightly raising up on his toes, kissed his lips.

  You really shouldn't pre-grind coffee.

  Was Jack's first thought catching the flavor from Isaac's lips. This was followed by the realization that Isaac was kissing him on the lips. A proper kiss. Before panic or analysis could set in, Isaac pulled away with a shout.

  Amalie came in and scurried around the kitchen table, managing to take sips of coffee as she did.

  "My coffee!"

  "You looked like you were busy with something else. Wouldn't want it to get cold. God this is good."

  Isaac made grabby hands toward his coffee while Amalie held it over her head. He braced himself for the imminent mess and scalding before Lydia swept in, perfectly assembled in power suit, makeup, and heels that made her the second tallest person in the room. She plucked the cup from Amalie's hands and took a couple of large swallows.

  "Hey SWAT boy, good coffee." And with no other comment she put a kiss on the end of Amalie's nose and walked out the front door, taking the cup with her. Both Isaac and Amalie turned to him looking like kicked puppies.

  "So, should I make a couple more cups of coffee?"

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  The fluidity of movement Jack showed as he made the coffee spoke of long hours of practice and left Isaac wondering if there was a genre of barista porn out there. Probably. The three of them managed to put together a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast, talking casually as they did. He kept one eye on Jack, the whole time looking for signs of discomfort or general panic. Either he was very relaxed the morning after a scene or he was an excellent actor. It could have been a combination of both.

  After breakfast Isaac lured him to a long shower, bringing each other off with soapy hands. It was nearly noon when he sent Jack home with a lingering kiss and a pat on the ass.

  Amalie had her feet kicked up in the lounge, with her nose in a science journal. She was of the firm belief that weekends were for lounging around in jammies, unless it was absolutely necessary to get properly dressed. Isaac sat beside her.

  "I could have sworn it was the 23rd."

  Without looking up from the journal Amalie reached out and patted him on the head. "I love you anyway."

  Isaac reached for the mug sitting on the coffee table, only to have his hand slapped away.

  "I think you should keep him."

  "You're just saying that because he makes really good coffee."

  "Yep. But you seem relaxed this morning."

  "I'm always relaxed. I'm super mellow."

  She put down her journal and finally looked at him her lips pinched. "You know what I mean."

  He did. He'd panicked when he
woke up without Jack next to him, scared that he had run off into the night, that he had done something that sent Jack into a panic of his own. That had been the only real blip in the evening. A particular part of himself had woken up sated but also hoping for more.

  "You like him." Amalie stated the obvious but it was good to have it said out loud.

  "I do. How about you?"

  "So far…" She gave a slight nod with a shrug. "We should sit down and have a proper talk if he sticks around, but SWAT Boy does make good coffee."

  "He does. Where does Lydia stand?" While Lydia had solid reasons for not being out with them, she had a large enough part in their lives that she got a say in certain things. Especially ones that related to her privacy or could intersect with her career.

  "She was a little surprised. Muttered a bit about neither of us being able to read a calendar. Assuming you keep him, she'll have to be part of the big talk but she didn't seem angry."

  "I want to keep him, but I think the ball is in his court now."

  Chapter 9

  Alpha team came storming into the changing room while Jack was pulling on his uniform. There were grumbles and slammed lockers. He stopped whistling as Dan slammed open his own locker and began peeling off his gear.

  "What's up?"

  Dan rolled his eyes. "They got us all dressed up, baked us in the sun, and our date was a no show."

  "I had one of those last month. Got a tip on a stash house turned out to be an empty meth lab."

  "We got a tip as well, big deal going down, nothing."

  Jack had been thinking about the last bad tip he'd had and another the month before that. "Gonzales had two last month," he said quietly, leaning close but trying to sound casual.

  "Yeah, I heard." Dan took a deep breath. "I don't want to say anything too loud but something hinky is going on. It's too many duds too close together. Someone is getting fed bad info or—" Neither of them said the word leak out loud. "I don't want to say it's above our pay grade but…"