Tactical Submission: A Windsor Club Story

by Ada Maria Soto

  Jack looked down. It was hard to see at first glance as it had a matt finish and was almost the same shade as the wood.

  Isaac handed him the safety clips. "When we bought this house, it needed lots of renovations. This room we modified exactly for this use. You, however, are the first person who gets to use it."

  Jack wasn't sure what to make of that. Did that mean he was the first one Isaac ever brought home? Maybe they'd moved recently. It didn't feel like it.

  "There's another clip about three feet to your right. Strap yourself in."

  He pushed away the flutter of thoughts and reached for his ankles. It was tricky and he felt the stretch in his calves and thighs. He tried to make a mental note to stretch more, but when he stood up his legs were spread and firmly attached to the floor.

  Isaac lightly scraped his fingernails along his torso.

  "Hands behind your head so I can work."

  Jack placed his hands behind his head. "Depending on the person this can be very intense, or you'll simply be humoring my desire to see you wrapped in blue. If it gets to be too much, you can say stop and I'll cut you out."

  "Yes, sir."

  Isaac split the coil in half and started low on Jack's torso, almost at his hips. The last time Jack had been put into a complicated rope harness, it had been with well used hemp that bit into his skin. This felt more like soft cotton. Isaac wrapped it around twice then twisted it in some way and pulled. The ropes tightened noticeably and Jack began to think of what that would feel like around his waist and chest. He gasped.

  "Easy." Isaac reached down and fondled his balls. "Just close your eyes and relax."

  The rope was wrapped around and around again, each time twisted and pulled tight. In between each layer Isaac teased his body, stroking his balls or cock. Twisting or pinching his nipples.

  As Isaac pulled the ropes tighter, Jack understood what he'd said about changing the way he breathed. It was getting harder to take a deep breath. He tried pressing out his stomach. Isaac slapped him on the ass hard and he gasped. As he did, the ropes were pulled tight. "Horses try that trick when you're cinching on a saddle. You deal with it the same way."

  "Sorry, sir," Jack mumbled flushing with shame. He'd been told what was going to happen and it was his position to accept it. Isaac chuckled and pulled the ropes tighter.

  As the rope was wrapped up his chest, the tweaks and caresses were interspersed with the occasional slap on the ass. Jack's breath was coming faster and harder. Isaac stopped.

  "Jack, hold your breath for a three count then let it out slowly. You need to breathe slowly and higher in your body. Don't try to force what you can't do."

  Jack took another slow breath his chest expanding and his shoulders pulling back.

  "Perfect."

  He took a dozen more slow breaths before Isaac continued his work. Around and around, twists, knots, and gentle strokes.

  "Put your arms down and hold this tight." Jack grabbed the two ends of rope Isaac was holding out. "Time for something extra."

  He took a pair of screw on nipple clamps from his pocket and a length of string. He attached the clamps to Jack's nipples, which had already been teased to hard points. A shudder went through him and his breath hitched again causing him to wobble. Isaac gave them a tug, making sure they were secure. Then he took the length of string and began to weave with it, through the loops on the clamps, down into the ropes, and back out again. "Take a deep breath."

  Jack breathed deep. His chest expanded, the ropes stayed in place, and the clamps pulled. Another moan and a shudder. He could still breathe, nothing was hindering his breathing, his arms weren't even bound but he had a choice now, he had to focus on control. A fast gasp of breath would lead to a sharp tug which would turn into another gasp. He felt like he might cum.

  Isaac took the ends of rope and tied them off below Jack's nipples. He took a step back. "Gorgeous." There was a rough edge to Isaac’s voice. "Your body was made for this I swear. The things I want to do to you. The things I want you to do. Things I know you can do." Isaac took a large hand mirror from the bed and held it up so Jack could see himself from at least the waist up.

  His cock was hard and straining. The ropes cinched his waist noticeably with twists in a V pattern adding to the trim look. The clamps on his nipples looked mechanical and crude by comparison, but that only highlighted the careful weaving of the string.

  Isaac picked up the flogger next and held it out. "Hold this behind your back."

  He took the flogger. If he was flogged like this it would be impossible to control his breathing, to manage the clamps. "I'm not going to flog you now. That will happen tomorrow after breakfast, but you are going to hold that flogger until then. If you do something that requires both hands, drape it around your neck. You will know that flogger before I take it to your body."

  "Yes, sir." Jack placed his hands behind his back, forcing his chest out as he did.

  The flogger wasn't particularly heavy but it was solid. He ran his fingers down the braided leather of the handle.

  Tomorrow, after breakfast.

  Waiting was always the worst part of anything. He didn't consider himself an impatient man, but he was a fan of getting things done when the opportunity presented itself.

  He felt the ends of leather brush the back of his leg. He began to think about what they might feel like when wielded by Isaac. Would he flick them hard leaving them to sting and bite, or would he start softly and build up the burn.

  He couldn't control the shiver that went through him.

  "Do you appreciate how much raw sex you are putting out right now?" Isaac's voice was low with a growl. Jack wasn't sure how to answer that. "I have an urge to wreck you in some way. Bend you over and fuck you raw. Leave you desperate and begging." Isaac ran his tongue along Jack's neck sending another shiver through him. "But I won't, I wouldn't. I never take what is not fully offered." He nipped Jack's ear. A tiny clip of teeth, but to Jack it felt like fire. He squeezed the handle of the flogger wishing his hands were clipped together. He wanted to touch himself. Even with his skin still raw and balls sore, he was hard. He wanted to cum. Not just cum but to fully drop and drift away.

  He rocked forward, nearly losing his balance.

  "Can you speak?" Isaac whispered in his ear.

  Jack nodded then. "Yes, sir."

  "Good. I want to fuck you but I am going to give you the option as to how."

  Jack shook his head. He didn't want to make a decision, even one as simple as that.

  "You don't want me to fuck you."

  Jack shook his head again. "No, I mean yes. Fuck me please, sir."

  "Would you rather I decided how?"

  Jack nodded.

  Isaac ran a thumb over his lips and he sucked it in. He slipped his other hand between Jack's butt cheeks and teased at his hole. Jack pressed his hips back. He felt empty.

  "Would you like me to fuck your ass?"

  Jack nodded again, vigorously. Isaac bent over. There were two little snicks and Jack's ankles were freed from the floor.

  "Kneel on the bed, face down, keep your arms behind your back."

  The few steps to the bed were strange, the ropes changing how he walked. It felt like there was more movement in his hips and shoulders. Getting into position wasn't easy either, scooting on his knees before half falling over, his face pressed into the sheets. He could still breathe but it was tricky. His nipples ached but he didn't care about that. All he wanted was for Isaac to fuck him. The desire overwhelmed his mind and filled his body. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such need.

  "Close your eyes."

  Jack closed them gratefully. He heard clothes hit the floor. There was the sound of steps around the room. Drawers being opened and closed. The bed behind him sank and he spread his knees. His cheeks were spread, but it wasn't Isaac's cock or even fingers that entered him. There was the cold wet of lube then what felt like some sort of wand or thin dildo. It was hard and unyielding. "
I'm not going to stretch you much but I'm going to work the lube in deep." Jack rocked his hips back. It wasn't enough, not even close. Isaac pulled out the wand, added more lube and pressed it back in.

  "Please." Jack gasped out, nearly in tears. It was hard to get a full breath, his nipples burned and his arms ached. "Please."

  "Can you be a good boy and hold still for me?"

  "Yes." His lips were feeling thick. It was hard to form words.

  "What exactly do I want you to do?"

  Too many words.

  "Be a good boy and hold still for you."

  "Perfect." The wand was removed. There was a crinkle of a condom wrapper then Isaac was pushing into him, so slowly. Time slowed and stretched. He wanted to push back. To bury Isaac in him.

  Be a good boy, he told himself and don't move. His thighs began to shake from the strain and his ass burned as it was stretched, but there was no pain, not the way he normally knew it. It was perfect and desired. His body filled and controlled. Tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes. Another thing he could not control.

  "Good boy," Isaac said softly. "Such a good boy."

  Then Isaac began to move. Steady and controlled he pushed Jack ever closer to that wild edge.

  Jack didn't know what he was saying anymore. Sounds were being ripped from his throat that made no sense to his own mind. He might have been begging but he wasn't sure for what. Then Isaac's hand, cool and slick was around his cock. "Time to be a good boy and cum one more time."

  Jack screamed.

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  Isaac managed to hold himself together as Jack came, screaming and clenching down tight, he wasn't far behind, his release shattering any sense of control or composure. He had no doubt that there would be ten small bruises on Jack's hips by morning and he would take the time to kiss each one.

  He pulled out and Jack collapsed flat, his hands still gripping the flogger behind his back. Isaac was impressed.

  "You can roll over," he said as he stripped off the condom. Jack didn't move. Isaac checked his pulse. Strong and steady and his breath was even, so simply out. He took pride in the fact that he'd managed to fuck someone completely out, but it did make for some logistical issues. It was one of the problems with favoring physically large subs; moving them when they're out or so deep they can't really move themselves. Luckily, Isaac had experience moving dead weight, literally. It was a matter of leverage.

  He pried one of Jack's hands off the flogger and managed to roll him on his back. He wouldn't be able to completely remove the ropes until Jack could sit up, but he could loosen them. Technically he could cut them, but quality rope was expensive and it wasn't an emergency.

  He removed the nipple clamps next. The quick shock of pain was enough to snap Jack awake, though his eyes were unfocused. Isaac lay down beside him tangling their legs together and pulling Jack's face to his chest. Skin to skin contact should help anchor him as he eased himself up.

  After several minutes, Jack moaned softly then went limp again. Isaac didn't move, just kept close and waited for Jack to wake up.

  He did a head to toe systems report on himself while he waited. Everything appeared to be in one piece. He ached but in the best possible way and felt nicely grounded. Jack had looked absolutely beautiful in the ropes, and he hoped at some point in the future he would be allowed to do something more complicated. He didn't like doing anything too intricate without at least one other person present for safety sake.

  And Jack had reacted so well to it. Jack’s cock had been dripping by the third loop. It really was about the praise and surrendering of control for him. He'd half expected Jack to call a stop to it when he started cinching his waist down tight but he'd done as told, changing his breathing as directed.

  "Good boy," Isaac began to whisper.

  And he'd been so desperate to be fucked, to be taken. Isaac had seen the wild, almost manic look in his eyes, craving that final step, the last shreds of the stress of the day long gone.

  "Such a good boy."

  He already had plans for the morning if Jack wanted to continue. He would set the pace for Jack's submission in the shower. He would feed Jack breakfast as he knelt next to him. And there would be the flogging. He was looking forward to that. Jack wasn't a pain slut, but he'd taken both the spanking and Isaac's work with the riding crop so well, he was sure the flogger would make him fly.

  Chapter 12

  It was Jack’s stirring that brought Isaac fully awake. He’d been drifting in and out of sleep to the sound of Jack’s soft breaths. "Can you sit up?" he asked softly.

  Jack rolled slightly, his eyes only fluttering open for a moment, but with Isaac's help he managed to sit.

  "I'm going to unwrap you now. You're going to want to take a deep breath but keep it slow and even until we are done. This can shift your blood pressure and give you major head spin."

  Jack nodded and Isaac got to work. He tried to keep the rope neatly looped but Jack was still wavering, some muscles limp and others twitching, so he went for speed and let the rope hit the floor by the side of the bed in a big tangle.

  "You can lay back down."

  Jack crashed back down shivering slightly. Isaac pulled the blankets over him and held him close. Skin to skin, body heat to body heat. Jack was asleep within seconds.

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  Isaac could tell Jack was waking up again by the way he breathed. Deeper breaths at a faster rate. Isaac stroked his head. "Are you okay with me getting up for a moment? I want to get you some orange juice, I'll be right back."

  It was several seconds before Jack nodded. Isaac hurried to the kitchen. He poured a tall glass of orange juice for Jack then took a long swallow out of the carton for himself. He grabbed some saltines and a bowl of grapes he'd set aside earlier.

  Jack was sitting up in bed, coiling the rope, the flogger draped around his neck. His movements were jerky, his fingers uncoordinated, and he was still shivering.

  "You don't have to do that."

  Jack stopped but didn't speak. "I know that was intense for you. Also, beautiful. Give yourself a few moments to get back together. Here, drink this."

  He took the juice and began to chug it.

  "Easy. Little sips. You don't want to make yourself sick." He stopped but it seemed to be a struggle. Isaac could see where the sweat had dried on his body. When the juice was done, Isaac handed him some crackers and grapes. Even after those were finished he could tell Jack would need at least another couple of hours of gentle cuddle time.

  "You can lay back down again." Jack did but there was an unsure stiffness in his movements and he was still nonverbal. He wondered how much aftercare he usually got from one night stands and how deep into subspace he went with them. Not enough, was probably the answer to both those questions. He guided Jack onto his side so they could lie face to face and Isaac could easily stroke his body. He kept the touches nonsexual and hopefully comforting.

  Jack didn't fall asleep again but he did relax enough for Isaac to kiss him softly. He didn't put any heat into it, simply affection. Truthfully, another round of sex would make it hard to walk come morning. He placed kisses on Jack's cheeks and over his eyes.

  Slowly Jack continued to relax until he gave a small hum, the first noise he'd made since waking up, and gave a small kiss back. Isaac smiled.

  "Can you say anything?"

  Jack licked his lips a few times. "Yes." His voice was rough.

  "Good. I want to make sure I hadn't completely broken you."

  Jack shook his head. "No."

  "Are you warm enough?"

  "Yes."

  Isaac didn't comment on the one word answers. "Would you like another cracker?"

  "Yes, please."

  He grabbed a cracker from the plate on the bedside table and gave it to Jack. "Normally I have rules about crumbs in bed but I'll make an exception this time."

  "I'll change the bedding."

  Isaac smiled, they were up to four words. That was a good s
ign. "In the morning."

  Jack ate the cracker then a few grapes that Isaac held to his lips. Hand feeding him the rest of his meals was most definitely on the agenda.

  After that he went back to holding Jack close.

  "Are you aware enough to tell me what happened today that got you upset?"

  Jack tensed then sighed. Isaac didn't want to kill the mood, but he also wanted to make sure it wasn't something that would affect the rest of the weekend.

  "We got stood up. Got all dressed up, kicked in a door, place was totally empty."

  "That sounds frustrating."

  Jack shook his head. "It keeps happening." His voice was heavy and serious. "Last few months, my team, Dan's, Gonzales's. We get told that we're raiding a drug house on a tip and instead we get empty buildings, half cooked meth, and the coffee still warm on the table."

  Isaac’s stomach sank. "Somebody is tipping someone off."

  "Or giving bad intel, or playing both sides, over a dozen in the last six months between the three teams. One of these days we're going to go in, and instead of an empty house, someone is going to decide to shoot back or booby trap the place, and someone is going to get killed and—" Isaac combed his fingers through Jack's hair trying to calm him. He let out another sigh. "No one wants to say the big L word but—"

  "A leak is a big deal."

  "I know it's not me, Dan, or Gonzales. We're all in the same boat and we're never given info until five minutes before things go down, sometimes not even that much. It’s no one on our teams, for the same reason. Other than that… I want to say I trust the brass but—"

  "There's someone you shouldn't be trusting but you're not sure who."

  "I'm not good at trusting people in general. Not really."

  Isaac kept stroking his head. Those words hurt to hear, but it was an easy enough assumption to make about Jack's personality. The question was who had betrayed Jack's trust and when? "Neither am I to be honest. But I do trust a few. Would you like me to talk to Lydia? She has sources of her own. I can leave your name out."