Tactical Submission: A Windsor Club Story

by Ada Maria Soto

  Jack nodded his head.

  "Is that yes to no or yes to going out?"

  He didn't answer because he wasn't entirely sure. There was something unreal about the last day. A soft fantasy bubble where he was someone else. Outside, things were real. He was a different person, or so he always wanted to believe. Going out would mean popping the bubble and seeing what existed in the daylight.

  "How about if you dry off and change the sheets while I get dressed. You can think about it. No pressure either way."

  Jack nodded again and reached for a dry towel. "Use the same towel."

  His cock, which had started to go limp, sprang to life again. Isaac smiled at him while he shivered. "Yes, sir."

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  He was on complete autopilot as he cleaned the room and made the bed.

  He coiled the rope first, remembering the one failed summer he spent in boy scouts. There had been a lot of knot tying and general stuff with rope. There had also been poison ivy, a broken leg, and a strangely intense fight with the scout master's son over the nature of god. The next summer he'd gotten his job at Coffea Contenuto.

  His mind was raging back and forth. The 'it's just breakfast and there are a million lies you can tell if someone recognizes you' warred with the 'people will know' camp. Someway, somehow, complete strangers will look at them and know what they get up to behind closed doors. A very small voice argued how ridiculous that thought was, and why should it matter even if it was true. That voice was not getting a lot of traction.

  Isaac returned as he was sliding the pillows back into place. He was completely dressed, right down to a pair of shoes. The full truth of his own nakedness hit Jack. He didn't even have his cuffs on. They were still sitting neatly in the bathroom.

  He was suddenly chilled. The room wasn't that warm. He wanted to get dressed. Get dressed and go out. Go out with Isaac. He said he wouldn't do anything to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable and so far, Isaac had done nothing but protect him. Even from himself.

  "Come to any decisions?"

  "Yeah. Yes." Jack found it hard to find his voice. "I think going out might be nice."

  Isaac smiled and Jack felt the warmth of praise even if it was unsaid. There was one issue though that Jack couldn't figure out how to deal with.

  "Um…" He looked down at himself. He was hard and waving in the cool air. And even if he was allowed to cum right at that moment, his control had been reduced to a teenaged level. It wouldn't take much for him to end up sitting in a restaurant with major wood.

  Isaac's smile widened. "Do you trust me?"

  "Yes." Jack didn't even think about his answer. It just came out. Here at least, in that moment, he trusted Isaac more than he trusted himself.

  "Good." There was a softening in his posture. "I'm going to go get your clothes. Take care of yourself. You can cum on one of the clean pillows. When you're done, we'll take measures to make sure there are no little accidents while we're out."

  Isaac turned and left with no other comment. Jack took himself in hand. The rush of relief was staggering. He started stroking himself fast and hard, images of the previous day flashing across his mind. He was near the edge already but for some reason he wasn't cumming. He squeezed his eyes tight in frustration. He could feel his balls drawn up and the burn low in his belly. He pinched one of his nipples hard. Then he felt lips pressed softly to his shoulder followed by a hard bite of the muscle.

  He cried out, his hips bucking, and stroked himself faster and harder than ever.

  "I thought I told you to take care of yourself," came a low growl in his ear. "Do you need me to fuck you? Should I bend you over now? Drop my load in your ass and plug you up. Walk you around holding my cum?"

  A second hard bite was applied to his shoulder and Jack finally found his release. His legs wobbled and he locked his knees forcing himself to stay standing.

  "That was gorgeous. Keep your eyes closed."

  Jack nodded. He doubted he could open his eyes. Even with his cock going limp in his hand there was still a painful lust and emptiness in him. He heard the closet open then close.

  "Let go of yourself." Jack hissed as a cold wet wipe cleaned his cock, shrinking it that little bit more. Then there was more cold, this time metal, behind his balls and tight around his cock.

  "Open your eyes and look at yourself."

  Jack looked down. His cock was encased in a solid steel tube, curving it down between his legs, a small lock attaching it to the steel ring behind his balls. His breath caught and his legs wobbled. "Go ahead and take a feel."

  He wrapped his hand around the tube, feeling nothing but the warming metal. He couldn't get hard if he wanted to. He couldn't cum no matter the desperation. It was one thing to say he had no control, but now he truly had no control over this most basic part of his body. He had never wanted to be fucked so badly.

  He couldn't keep his balance and pitched over, barely catching himself, his face inches from the cum stained pillow.

  "Is that an offer?" Isaac's voice was rich with humor but Jack couldn't share the joke.

  "Please," he begged. "God, please."

  "If I'd known I'd get this reaction I would have caged you up earlier. Maybe I'll leave it on the rest of the day."

  Jack whimpered and spread his legs, his mind narrowing down to nothing but desire and Isaac.

  He heard a zipper lowered, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, a quick squirt of cold lube then Isaac pressing in. It hurt and Jack wanted more. His cock tried to fill again but was denied. All he could do was take Isaac's cock until Isaac was done with him. He pushed back.

  "Fuck," Isaac hissed. "Fuck. Next time this is going on the second you walk in the door and isn't coming off until you leave. I’ll wrap you up tight. Only way you'll be able to cum is if I'm fucking your ass hard and only if I let you."

  Jack nearly cried again. It sounded good. It sounded right. Out in the sun he might be horrified by the thought, by his approval, but here in the moment it sounded perfect.

  Chapter 21

  So much for missing the brunch crowd.

  Isaac would be surprised if he could even get Jack out of the house in this state. He'd used cock cages before for a bit of teasing or discipline. He'd never been into the enforced long term chastity that some Doms used. He liked watching his subs cum too much. He'd known plenty of subs who were into it. Especially younger ones for some reason. But he had never seen anyone drop so hard and fast as Jack when that tube clicked into place.

  It was that tiny little ‘please’ that had nearly snapped something in Isaac. Maybe with another sub he would have said no. Teased and played with him, maybe even forced him out in that state but he wasn't going to deny Jack. Not this first time. He thought he'd discovered Jack's 'thing' with the ropes but this was working on a whole special level.

  Jack was panting as Isaac pulled out. His muscles trembled but the begging had stopped. He guided Jack until he was sitting on the bed then kissed him softly and kept kissing him until his breath settled out and the shaking stopped. He grabbed the pack of wet wipes and cleaned Jack's face. There were strings of pre-cum stuck to his thighs but he ignored them. He was sure if he got his hands anywhere near that cage it could quite possibly send Jack right over the edge again, and frankly he was getting hungry.

  "Can you look at me?"

  Jack raised his head. His eyes were focused, if hesitant. They made Isaac want to kiss him again. Kiss him and push him back on the bed, fucking him unconscious.

  "I could use some breakfast, and so could you." he said carefully. "I'm going to get you dressed then we're going to go find something to eat, if you can manage it."

  Jack nodded.

  "Can I get a verbal response?"

  "Yes."

  "Good."

  For Jack's sake Isaac got him dressed as efficiently as possible with no touching or teasing. When he was completely dressed, Isaac stood him in front of a mirror.

  "There you go. Exactly the same a
s when you walked in here on Friday night. You even smell like the locker room soap." Jack nodded again, but his eyes were focused on his own crotch. Isaac picked the cage he had because, even under tight jeans, it wouldn't show in the slightest. With Jack's more sensible fit, it was truly invisible.

  "Let's get going."

  He put a hand at the small of Jack's back and steered him out the door. Isaac took a deep breath. This was going to make or break them, he was sure. It was one thing to trust someone in a club, or the privacy of a home but this was reality. He made a decision to take Jack to The Four Way Stop Cafe. It was a mile walk and usually had the fewest people of all the local breakfast spots. Hopefully the walk would take enough time that he could get Jack's head back into a more public space.

  "So, how does a SWAT army boy end up spending time slinging coffee at an organic bakery?" Isaac asked after a block.

  "What?" Jack blinked and almost tripped over a piece of uneven sidewalk. "Oh. Um… I was fourteen and I wanted a new computer. My father said that he would pay for half if I could get the other half. It was an expensive computer and I'm sure he didn't think I could actually get a job, or keep one long enough, or save well enough or something. I could tell when he said it."

  Isaac filed away the old hurt in Jack's voice as a reminder not to like Jack's father if they ever met. "Nothing more dangerous than underestimating a motivated teenager."

  Jack smiled. "I spent a week wandering around getting turned down for everything. And I passed by this sign that said part time afternoon barista wanted. I walked in and there was this old lady there. Okay, she was fifty which isn't old, but at fourteen it seems ancient. She had short green hair, tattoos on her arms, and I could see her nipple rings through her t-shirt because she doesn't believe in bras, and I wasn't sure if she was awesome or terrifying but I asked for a job."

  "And she gave it to you?"

  "She asked if I knew what a barista did and I said no. Then she asked me why I wanted the job and I explained, and I'm still not sure if I amused her, or she liked the idea of sticking it to someone like my father, or lost a bet where she had to hire the next person who walked through the door, but I started the next day. Had burns on my hands for a week and all the other employees were over twenty-five, dyed, pierced, tattooed lesbians but I worked after school and full time during summers and holidays." Jack was smiling and clear eyed at the fond memories.

  Isaac smiled as well. It was good to see Jack opening up about his past. "They sound like a fun group of ladies."

  "They were like a weird little coven of older sisters and aunts that I never knew I needed. I think they had a contest going for which one of them could teach me the most random thing."

  "Example?"

  Jack sighed. "I know how to choreograph a maypole dance so that you actually get a complicated woven pattern in the ribbons around the pole."

  Isaac couldn't help laughing at the idea of a teenaged Jack dancing around a maypole. "You weren't being metaphorical about the coven bit, were you?"

  "No. I can also make a vegan gluten free orange cranberry scone that's… Okay, I'd be lying if I said it was good, but it's edible. If you were really hungry you wouldn't turn your nose up to it."

  "That counts as a useful skill in some circles."

  "Clare and the Organic Witches of Boston."

  Isaac was now curious how a teenager who spent his formative years with tattooed pagan lesbians ended up in the military, then the police. Family probably had something to do with it. It usually did.

  "So, did you get your computer?"

  "Yeah. And I'd never seen my dad so pissed. Didn't say a word just handed over the check. The fact that my brother and sister were both laughing hysterically didn't help. He showed up at the cafe a week later and Clare scared the fuck out of him. My dad wore three piece suits to work and carried a pocket watch."

  "Couldn't handle the nipple piercings?"

  "Nope." Jack's smile was broad and his steps long and proud. Isaac was glad he had a reasonably good relationship with his father. Jack's sounded less than perfect.

  Isaac steered them toward breakfast while Jack told a few more stories about his adventures at Coffea Contenuto, many of which involved him trying to shield his poor virginal eyes from random lady bits, then getting to tell other boys in gym class that they were full of shit because he'd seen the real stuff they'd only just imagined. There was a conference in Boston the coming year that Isaac had been thinking about attending, but it was now moved up to absolutely attending just so he could meet Clare and the Organic Witches of Boston.

  He opened the door to the Four Way Stop Cafe and gestured Jack in. A waitress looked up at them and motioned for them to take any table. Jack froze, glancing around at the people. Isaac was certain the place was a front for something. The food was reasonable but there were never more than four or five people in there and the parking was nonexistent. He couldn't work out how it was still in business but it had been around forever.

  Isaac sat them at a booth in the back and the waitress came to take their drink orders. Jack froze again.

  "Two coffees and two large glasses of orange juice."

  The waitress left, leaving them to look over the menus.

  Isaac leaned across the table. "It's okay. It's just breakfast. You've had it several thousand times in your life. This is just one more."

  Jack nodded but also squirmed in his seat. Isaac wanted to lean all the way over, whisper naughty things in his ear, make him blush, but he'd promised no embarrassment.

  "I'm thinking about having the pancakes and the fruit salad, because they actually put fruit in their fruit salad instead of just two types of nasty melon and three grapes. How about you?"

  Jack looked around the cafe again as if someone was about to judge his breakfast choice. "I think I'll have the waffles."

  "I've never had the waffles here. Maybe I'll have those as well."

  The waitress brought over their coffee and took their orders, Jack managing to speak this time. Isaac sipped his coffee. "Yours is much much better. Two mornings and you've spoiled me."

  Jack blew on his coffee and took a sip. "Over roasted to compensate for a mild bean, pre-ground, kept in cold storage. South American. Columbia probably. It's been a while." He poured milk into the coffee.

  "Impressive."

  "Never thought I'd be a coffee snob but..."

  "Ghosts of careers past."

  Jack smiled.

  As they waited for breakfast, Isaac managed to keep the conversation on coffee and Coffea Contenuto, the goal being to keep everything normal. To help Jack forget about, or at least not care about, the steel tube between his legs. Every so often he would shift and a pink flush would grace his cheeks, but they managed to keep the conversation rolling.

  The waffles arrived heaped with butter, syrup, whipped cream, and fruit.

  "I usually don't let myself have this much sugar with breakfast." Jack commented, looking down at his plate.

  Isaac smirked. Maybe one little naughty thing. "I'm sure we can find some way to work it off."

  Jack flushed, he squirmed in his seat and began to eat. It was with the measured pace of someone who didn't want to look like they were bolting through their food, but also had somewhere else they needed or wanted to be. Also known as how Isaac had dinner with his in-laws.

  Isaac kept up, because for all his hunger and his pride at getting Jack outside, he now wanted to get Jack back inside.

  And back inside of Jack, the perpetually adolescent part of his brain added with a snicker.

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  Isaac’s lips were on his as soon as the front door of the house closed. They still tasted like strawberries and syrup. "I am very proud of you," he said after he pulled away. "I know that was scary on many levels, but you did it and I'm proud of you."

  Jack didn't answer. It wasn't scary, it had been terrifying. There were moments when he had managed to forget what was going on, then he'd shift in a particular wa
y and it would all come flooding back. He was sure everyone who passed on the street, and every person at that restaurant had somehow been able to look at him and just know. Know what he was wearing, know what he'd been doing. Isaac would manage to distract him for a few minutes until he remembered again.

  "Are you willing to get undressed for me one more time?"

  "Yes, sir." His clothes had become itchy on the way back and felt tighter than he knew they were.

  "Strip here, go get your cuffs, and meet me in the bedroom."

  Jack fell into Isaac's words. It would be the last time today, possibly for a while, he'd get the chance to do that and he let himself fall.

  He stripped quickly, hyper aware of the metal preventing the erection that wanted to break through. In the air his whole body felt sensitive. His nipples were craving touch and his ass felt empty. He grabbed the cuffs and rushed to the bedroom. Isaac was waiting for him. There were ropes on the bed. Along with clips, spreader bars, and multiple plugs and dildos. More than could possibly be used in a few hours but there were certainly options. Isaac took the cuffs away from him and strapped them on tight. Then he picked up two more thick ones from the bed and strapped them around his thighs.

  They felt comforting.

  "I want you to go to the closet and pick out one other thing for me to use, or you to wear. Your choice but I maintain veto power."

  Jack looked in the closet. There was so much and he had to think clearly. It was Sunday. As much as he wanted to feel that flogger again, it wouldn't heal by morning. His hand hovered over a collar, wanting the symbolism of it but he instantly felt his throat begin to close. He grabbed a gag instead. The one with the rubber bar that looked like a bit for a horse.

  He held it out to Isaac.

  "I thought gags were on the no list?"

  They usually were but he could talk around this type with a bit of work, and Isaac would listen. "I trust you."

  Isaac took the bit and turned it over in his hands. "Thank you," he said, his voice soft and his face unreadable but there was a weight in the words. Jack was sure something important had just happened but wasn't sure what.