The smell of the cheap soap stocked in the station showers clung to Jack's skin. It was better than the smell of dried sweat. He was still clenching and unclenching his hands in irritation when Isaac opened his front door.
"What's wrong?" Isaac asked, even before hello, gesturing him in.
"Nothing." Jack answered instantly. The look he got from Isaac was cold. "Nothing important. I don't…" Jack waved a hand trying to convey that he didn't want to talk. Not after the day he'd had. He closed his eyes and felt Isaac's hand gently taking his chin.
"Look at me please." Jack opened his eyes but it wasn't easy. "Take a few deep breaths. As long as it's not something related to us or your health you don't have to talk, but I don't want you to feel that you can't talk to me. Understand?"
Jack nodded. "Later." He was scattered and angry. "Just, I need this first." He took a long breath. "I need this first." This time there was pleading.
"Okay."
Isaac let go of his chin and drew the curtains covering the front windows. "Get undressed. Leave your shoes and clothes by the door. You can put them back on before you leave, Sunday night. You can bring your phone into the bedroom but only with a work alert."
Jack was hard in a second and the irritation of the morning's fuckups began to slip away. He stripped, taking deep breaths as he did, before carefully tucking his clothes to the side and standing at ease for inspection.
"Hand's behind your head."
He interlaced his fingers behind his head and felt the muscles in his back start to relax. He took a couple more deep breaths.
"Close your eyes."
He closed them and continued with long slow breaths, trying to keep his mind clear. He knew Isaac wouldn't want him over thinking, trying to anticipate. Jack didn't want to think.
"I'm going to inspect you first. It's been a couple of weeks. Who knows what you've been up to."
Then Isaac was tilting his head down. "You got a haircut."
It took half a second for Jack to remember that he had. He had a standing appointment for a trim every three months for so long he didn't even think about it. "Yes, sir."
Isaac brushed the skin at his hairline. "You need to start wearing more sun screen. I don't want to see you burned."
"Yes, sir." Jack repeated. He knew he'd gotten some sun jogging the day before, but hadn't put much thought into it.
Isaac hummed low and continued. He held his position as Isaac traced the muscles on his back then spread the globes of his ass. It felt detached and clinical. Jack wished he'd had time for a proper shower, a long hot one to help him relax and calm down before he even got to the door, but he hadn't had the time. Instead it had been a rush job in the station showers, scrubbing off the sweat with cheap soap and a rough cloth.
"These?" Isaac brushed the collection of small bruises on his upper left arm.
"Skinny meth head tried to flip me." It hadn’t worked and it had been a clusterfuck of an operation. One of his guys got a knife in the thigh and was probably going to quit.
"When?"
"Last Thursday."
"This?" Isaac tapped the week-old bruise on Jack's hip.
"Training fall."
"When?"
"A week ago."
"And this?" Isaac tapped a second bruise on Jack's side.
"Same fall."
Isaac hummed again and Jack was tempted to open his eyes to see Isaac's expression, try to guess what he was thinking of the bruises.
He cupped Jack's balls in what was again a clinical manner, but it didn't stop Jack from gasping or rolling his hips forward hoping for more. Isaac let go and Jack waited, and kept waiting. He tried to stretch out his hearing. He could hear the tick of a clock, someone down the street mowing their lawn late. He took a deep breath through his nose and knew Isaac was still standing in front of him smelling of strong soap and coffee.
He wasn't sure how long he was waiting, probably not as long as it felt, when Isaac grasped his chin again. Jack started at the touch but managed to keep mostly still and his eyes closed.
"Is there anything else I should know about? Injury? Illness?"
"No. Just those bruises. I'm healthy."
He felt Isaac step closer to him. "Open your eyes." Jack obeyed and found himself looking directly into Isaac's eyes. It was startling seeing nothing but someone else's eyes. Black points circled by a soft warm brown, yet there was an intensity behind them that caused something to catch in Jack's chest. Isaac stepped back and dropped a throw pillow from the couch at Jack's feet. "Kneel." Isaac turned away and headed to the kitchen, not even waiting to see if Jack followed the order.
Jack did, keeping his hands behind his head since he hadn't been told to drop them. Isaac returned and held out what looked like a glass of water. "Drink this, sip, don't chug."
He took a sip of the cold liquid, jerking back at the salty sweet taste. He recognized it as basic hydration fluid. He took another sip and found it didn't taste that bad, which meant he probably needed it. He'd had a training officer tell him that the better it tasted the worse off you are.
"They wrap you up in ten layers of black, shove you out in the sun or a tactical van, and don't provide nearly enough fluid." Jack nodded at the truth and finished drinking the fluid right down to the slightly gritty dregs of powder that never quite dissolved. Isaac took the glass from him. "Feeling better?"
Jack had to admit he did. The little headache he'd been ignoring was gone and his whole body felt looser. "Yes, sir."
"Good. I'll give you more later. I have plans to sweat most of that glass out of you." Isaac had a naughty smirk which warmed Jack's body in a different way.
"Follow me." Isaac took long strides to the bedroom which Jack was easily able to match.
He looked around the bedroom as he stepped through the door, a small part of his mind always expecting a gun in his face or a meth lab about to blow. The room was thankfully free of firearms or chemistry sets of questionable quality. The thing that caught his eye was four cuffs laid out on the bed.
"I want to be able to restrain you this weekend. The cuffs will leave almost no marks, unlike rope."
The cuffs were wide and well padded. No locks, just buckles and D rings. Also, no sign of a collar that often came with cuffs. Isaac had remembered that. "Thank you, sir."
"Put them on."
He didn't sit down to put on the ankle cuffs. He knew his ass was on the flat side but that it looked pretty good when he touched his toes, or so he'd been told. The wrist cuffs were trickier, especially because he didn't want to use his teeth on the quality leather. When he was done, Isaac came over to inspect him again. He ran his fingers along the edge of the cuffs then frowned before loosening each one of them a notch. "You're going to be in these for a while."
Isaac slowly circled him again, running fingertips along his body in seemingly random patterns before wrapping a firm hand around Jack's cock without warning. He fought to keep himself still, not press himself into that warm hand.
"I told you you could take care of yourself, but I also told you to keep track of how many times." Isaac gave him one long slow stroke. "How many?"
"Fifteen." He muttered, feeling ashamed. He hadn't masturbated that often since he was a teenager. Isaac gave a low chuckled giving him another slow stroke before letting go.
"Go kneel on the bed." Jack complied easily. Isaac pulled up a chair and sat down staring at Jack. He tried not to shift. It was strange. He could stand still while his body was intimately examined, but Isaac's eyes were heavy on him and left him squirming, both lust and embarrassment warring in his head. He took deep breaths trying to simply be in the moment, not worry, not anticipate. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, not being able to see the digital clock on the dresser behind him.
Isaac leaned forward. "Touch yourself." Jack didn't move, it was the last thing he'd expected Isaac to say. "I want to see how you take care of yourself at home when no one is looking."
He took his cock in his hand, his body burnin
g. For all the ways he'd been taken, the things he'd done or had done to him, no one had ever asked to see this. He looked down and began to stroke himself slowly. "You don't need to feel any shame. You are doing this because I want to see it, because it brings me pleasure to know what you look like uninhibited in the quiet of your own life. I want to see how your muscles tense and release, how hard you cum with just your hand on your own cock and my voice in your head."
He stroked himself faster, Isaac's words causing lust to overwhelm any shame. He gritted his teeth, trying to draw it out, trying to last longer than two minutes.
"Relax." Isaac's voice was soft and smooth. "Just let it happen. You're going to be doing it for a while."
He wasn't sure what that meant but he had little brain power left to ponder. With a strangled shout he came, squeezing his eyes tight but still able to hear his cum hit the floor.
He stilled his hand and tried to catch his breath. "Keep going."
He looked up at Isaac who had a small smile and a glint in his eyes. "Keep going," he repeated, his voice firmer this time.
Jack took his cock again but this time winced as he stroked the over-sensitized flesh. He tried to keep his grip loose and speed slow.
Isaac tisked. "You can go faster than that."
He sped up as much as he could take. It wasn't much. His cock had gone flaccid and his body had begun to relax expecting a rest. Now he was tensing again and wishing he had some lubrication other than his own sticky cum. Isaac managed to read his mind and stood up, pulling a small tube from his pocket.
"Don't stop." Isaac squeezed a dollop of lube onto the tip of his cock. It eased the raw feeling that was developing and his cock began to swell again but with an ache. Isaac took his chin and lifted his head so he was once again looking into Isaac's eyes. Isaac leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep. Despite the discomfort his cock rose and he stroked himself faster, Isaac sucking on his tongue and biting his lips. Then he stepped away and sat back down. Jack felt his muscles begin to ache and his balls tighten. He wanted to cum, but that release eluded him. He wanted to stop but had been told to keep going and he would.
"I can tell you're close. I can tell you're thinking. Stop thinking. Feel it for the pleasure it is. It will happen." And it did. With a painful squeeze and a shudder, he felt the orgasm hit him, not like before though. With nothing but a few drops to spill out he felt rattled. His head spun and his focus was narrowing. His hand stilled.
Isaac stood again and leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "One more." Jack whimpered. "I know you can give me one more." Jack's cock had gone limp in seconds and felt small and tender in his hand. Isaac threaded his fingers into his hair and pulled tight. Not enough to truly hurt but enough to keep Jack aware. He began to stroke himself again, slowly and carefully. Isaac bit the top of his ear and he focused down onto that one tiny spot. The next bite came on his earlobe, hard and sharp but it drew a moan from him, his cock half-forgotten even as he stroked it.
"So good," Isaac whispered in his ear. "Such a good boy." Isaac took a long lick of his neck before nipping again at his ear. "So beautiful." Jack had to close his eyes. They felt swollen and the room was swimming. "Obedient. Good." Jack stroked himself faster, his cock straining back to life, the pain of it a distant second to Isaac's whispers or the nip of his teeth. A tear squeezed from his eye. Isaac slowly licked it from his face and that was enough. The final worries of the day fled his mind. He was his body and hardly even that. Hot points of pleasure and pain twisted together and burned through him.
He knew Isaac was whispering into his ear again, he could feel the bursts of air even if he couldn't seem to make out the words. Finally, a few broke through the haze. "Such a good boy. Come for me."
Jack's body doubled over with lightening pain and pleasure as he came, his body squeezed dry, a scream in his throat, and soft whispers in his ear.
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Isaac raked his nails gently along Jack's scalp as he rested. He wasn't asleep, his unfocused eyes fluttered open and closed. He was drifting, and he would for quite a while if Isaac let him. Isaac had been right during their first encounter. A soft litany of praise had taken Jack over the edge into a third, rough orgasm. He hadn't intended to start things the second Jack came through the door. He figured they could talk, make some plans, see if there was something on the cards other than just sex. Not that he had a problem with sex, but he didn't want this to come across as simply another casual encounter. But every inch of Jack's body had been pleading for this and Isaac was not going to turn him down.
"Good boy," Isaac whispered. "Such a good boy." And he was. He wondered if Jack had been told that often enough, and if it would work outside the bedroom. How much Jack craved or simply needed basic positive feedback. His life choices showed by their definition, a need to serve. Not always. He wouldn't be a unit commander if he was incapable of leading, but in its own way that was a kind of service.
One night stands found in clubs often lacked subtlety or a gentler hand. He stroked his fingers down Jack's face and across his lips. Jack's eyes fluttered open and he darted out his tongue to lick at Isaac's fingertips.
"I'm going to ask you to do that again at some point." Isaac kept his voice low. "Watching you like that, forcing your body to swing between pleasure and pain. You did very well."
"Thank you, sir." Jack whispered, then continued to lick at Isaac's fingertips.
"I'm going to tie you up later tonight. I'm going to do it so you don't have to be good. There will be no need to follow orders or even think. Your submission alone is a beautiful thing." Isaac felt the small intake of breath across his fingers. "Can you kneel for me?"
Jack pulled himself up. His muscles still had a slight wobble to them but he made it to his knees, hands behind his back. Isaac slid his fingers once again into Jack's hair pulling his head back then kissed his lips. He was still fully dressed but the heat of Jack's body soaked through his clothes. He pressed his tongue deep into Jack's mouth then nipped at his lips. Jack kept his hands behind his back but pressed himself forward as much as he could.
"Hand's above your head. Lay back," Isaac ordered, his lips still pressed to Jack's.
Jack tried to lay back slowly but it was more of a collapse. Isaac straddled his chest. It wasn't easy, his chest nearly wider than Isaac could comfortably spread his knees. He unzipped his pants and let his cock free for the first time that evening. He liked to wait, to stretch out his own release. He stroked himself and Jack raised his head to watch.
"I'm going to cum on your face." Jack flopped his head back. "I'm going to rub it into your skin and leave it there until morning. I told you I wouldn't mark you in any way that will last, but I'm going to make sure you know the smell of my cum like nothing else." Jack licked his lips. "Mouth closed. I'll give you a taste later tonight. But you are going to wear every drop of this one."
Jack groaned and shifted. Isaac stroked himself faster. He knew he wouldn't last long and had no intention to. This was about marking Jack, making him feel claimed and owned. A few strokes later he came in thick spurts against Jack's cheek.
He smeared it across Jack's face and down his throat, rubbing it into his pulse points like perfume.
♦ ♦ ♦
Jack's dick felt raw and his balls ached but there was still the urge to cum again, to stroke himself in time to Isaac's own movements. When Isaac's cum hit his face, he felt some connection between his body and mind snap into place. And when Isaac spread it across his throat he felt collard, but not like it had in the past. No gasp for breath, no need to sprint to the door. Something in his head became quiet. Content even.
"There we go. You look so perfect wearing my cum."
"Thank you, sir." Jack felt the honesty in his own words.
"Don't move. I'll be back in a minute." Isaac climbed off him and left the room. Jack drifted, half asleep, half awake, so aware of his body but not feeling anything but warm comfort.
He hadn't moved when the doo
r opened again. "Sit up."
He didn't particularly want to, but he sat up and took the glass that was handed to him. It was more hydration fluid but it didn't taste particularly bad. Isaac reached down and cupped his balls while he sipped at the salty sweet water. "How do these feel?"
"They ache a little."
"And this?" He ran his fingers along Jack's cock which had softened again.
"A little raw. Not bad."
"Good. I want you to cum at least a couple more times tonight."
"Yes sir." He ached, but there was also a warmth that filled him at the knowledge that he would be able to do as told.
"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" Jack nodded. "Good. Go relieve yourself, brush your teeth, there's toothpaste and a brush in there. Don't wash your face but wash your hands well. Don't get your cuffs wet. Then come back here."
Jack handed Isaac the glass and went to the bathroom. The toothpaste was a brand he had never encountered. A new tube, it was bland to the point of being completely flavorless. The soap was scentless as well. The strongest smell was still Isaac's cum, which had dried to white streaks across his face and neck.
When he returned the lights in the room were brighter. Jack's eyes fell first to the bed. Neatly laid out on it, were coils of dark blue rope. There was also a flogger, the same cream color as the riding crop Isaac had used the previous time.
"Have you ever been used for kinbaku?" Isaac asked casually from where he was leaning against the side of the bed.
"No, well, nothing really complicated. Just sort of basic harness stuff." He’d seen some complicated bindings done that took hours, several people, a dozen ropes, and by the end were beautiful, if really quite sexless.
"That's too bad, you have an excellent figure for it. Do you remember our last time in this room, what I told you I wanted to do?"
Jack ran through his memory, his mind still foggy. "A corset?"
Isaac smiled at him. "Yes. A corset. Nice and tight." He picked up a long coil of rope and a couple of safety clips. "It won't prevent you from breathing, not even close, but it will change how you breathe. More from the chest, less from the diaphragm. Takes getting used to but women managed it for centuries. Men as well. It was quite the fashion for a time." He pressed the rope against Jack's chest. It was soft. "I think that's your color. Look by your left foot. There's a d-ring flush in the wood."
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