by Loki Renard
“Don't you dare break a single thing in this house,” Steve lectured, sounding like a disappointed father. “We're working to keep you safe. You follow our rules, you act with respect, and you absolutely do not dare destroy our possessions. Understand?”
Aiden would have replied in the affirmative, but he had started to cry almost immediately, an expression of helplessness and pain. The shock of being punished was too much for him and within a minute or two he was bawling like a baby, big tears running down his cheeks as that belt came down mercilessly at least a dozen more times.
When Steve was finally done he let Aiden go. Aiden slid down and collapsed snivelling onto the floor, one hand going back to cover his poor beaten ass. He expected cruel gloating and more lecturing, but was shocked when Steve scooped him up and carried him around to sit on the couch, his sore burning ass settled in the hard man's lap as muscled arms wrapped around him, holding him gently.
“It's over,” Steve murmured, his voice softer than before.
“It hurts,” Aiden whimpered.
“I know it does my boy,” Steve said softly, his big palm sliding down to rub Aiden's bare cheeks. His touch was caring and intimate, everything the belt hadn't been. Aiden didn't know what to do with himself as the tears threatened to overwhelm him again. He buried his face in Steve's neck, hiding from the world, and even from the man who was holding him.
Steve didn't seem to mind at all. He kept holding him, rubbing his sore butt, actually, for once, being nice. The sting started to settle after a while and though it and the ache didn't go away entirely, his butt didn't feel quite so bad. He started to become aware of other things, like how good Steve smelled, and how there was a ridge pressing against the outside of his thigh that wasn't from Steve’s pants.
Fuck. Was he turned on? Did Steve get off on beating him? It felt like it. Aiden felt his body responding, maybe not to the pain, but definitely to the physical proximity with a powerful, dominant man who was clearly primed to control. This was so unique to Aiden, he didn't know if he'd ever get used to it. Being with men was well within his range of experience, but usually other men submitted to him. Usually his confidence, wealth and determination to get what he wanted made him the top. But he had no chance against Steve. Not at all.
“You're going to go clean that mess up, aren't you,” Steve murmured, his full lips close to Aiden's ear.
“I guess.”
There was a tug at his hair, pulling his head back as he looked into Steve's eyes. “You guess?” Steve asked the question dangerously softly. Aiden felt his cock harden. Fuck. He was going to give it away. Steve was going to work out that he liked this and then... well he didn't know what then, but he didn't think it would be good for him.
“I mean, uhm... yes sir.”
“Good boy.”
Steve let him go, and Aiden hustled off to clean up after himself, his ass still burning beneath the denim.
12
ROB
We should have done that on day one,” Rob said.
They stood with their arms folded, watching from across the room as Aiden swept up bits of bowl with a dustpan and brush, moving in an inexpert way which told them both he hadn't done any cleaning before in his life.
“I told you,” Steve replied. “He needs discipline.”
“Uh huh. With you, discipline usually leads to more.”
“So?”
Rob raised a brow at his friend and colleague. “We don't fuck our clients, Steven.”
“Maybe we do this one,” Steve said unrepentantly “Maybe we keep him out of trouble by making sure he stays on one of our dicks at all times.”
Rob let out a laugh, though he knew Steve wasn't joking. They were both attracted to Aiden. There was a lot to like, when he wasn't being a reckless, spoiled little shit. He was attractive, of course. Big blue eyes, refined features from centuries of privileged breeding, that hair that so perfectly slid through their fingers when they took hold of him. But there was more to it than that too. He was a handful because he was bold and brave and yeah, cocky at times, but they both liked his drive, even if it had taken him into one of life's ditches.
“Seriously, Steve. He's fragile. We shouldn't push him. He deserved your belt, but no more.”
Steve didn't reply, but his jaw hardened and Rob felt a sinking feeling as he realized he'd probably just done the equivalent of giving Steve a direct order to fuck Aiden as hard and thoroughly as humanly possible.
13
AIDEN
It took about ten hours for Aiden to come out of his room once he'd finished cleaning up the bowl. It was just one bowl, but Rob and Steve had stood over him the whole time, making sure he got every single sliver of ceramic, and every speck of milk and by the time he was done, his face was burning hotter than his ass ever had. It was embarrassing, being under their thumbs. Even more so, knowing that apparently, he could be physically disciplined at any time.
He crept out in the early hours of the morning, mostly because he was hungry. He had been hoping by the time he came out it would be Rob's shift, but it was Steve sitting on the couch, watching a game of some kind. Aiden didn't really follow sports, but Steve looked like the kind of guy who did.
“Hey,” Steve said before Aiden could disappear back into his room. “Come over here.”
“Me?” Aiden looked around.
“Yes, you.” Steve's eyes were dark in the low light.
“Uhm... okay.”
Nervously, he went over and sat on the other side of the couch, keeping as much distance as possible between him and Steve. Sitting wasn't exactly a great experience right now, but the couch was soft so that was something.
Steve glanced over at him. “Afraid I'll bite?”
Aiden shook his head. “I know you bite.”
A chuckle escaped the large man's lips. “Come here,” he said, repeating his earlier order. “All the way here. Good boy.”
The words good boy, laced with approval, sent a trickle of warmth through Aiden as he slid closer to Steven. As he got into arm's reach, Steve drew him close, all the way up into his lap. Sitting in the position reminiscent of the punishment, Aiden's heart began to beat faster. Steve was looking at him with an intensity that made him want to squirm. The only light in the room came from the television, casting them both in a holographic pale glow.
“I'm not a good boy.”
“No,” Steve agreed. “You're not. But you could be.”
“I don't think so.”
“That's the problem. You think you're something you're not. You're not made of the same stuff Cornoli is, that's for sure.”
Aiden felt a flash of heat and anger at that name. “I wouldn't want to be. Fucking asshole. Going after my family.”
“Easy,” Steve soothed, running his hand down Aiden's back. “She's safe.”
“She should never have been in danger. Bobby and I have beef with each other. He doesn't have anything to do with her.”
Steve smirked.
“What?”
“Just you, saying beef. It's cute.”
Aiden shot Steve a look.”You don't take me seriously, do you.”
“I take you plenty serious, boy. I can still find you cute.” Steve's low rumble told Aiden he didn't have much choice in being found adorable or not.
“Men aren't cute,” Aiden insisted weakly as Steve's hand ran up the back of his neck and found his hair. He was caught like a fly in a web as Steve's lips met his softly.
“You're cute,” Steve said, brushing a kiss over Aiden's mouth. “And I liked whipping your ass.”
“You liked that? Sicko.”
“Uh huh. You have no idea how sick I can be, boy.”
Aiden felt his cock hardening inside his pants. Steve was attractive in the same way heroin was. Dark. Dangerous. And he wasn't supposed to be doing either one of them. He kissed back, hungry not just for the man who had punished him, but for everything he wasn't allowed.
Steve's hands cupped his ass as the
ir tongues wound together. Aiden had something to prove to this man. That he wasn't some cute twink boy just waiting to be dominated. That he was a force of nature just like Steve, albeit in a smaller package.
He'd felt Steve's strength before, but it was different when he wasn't resisting it, when his body invited the older, larger man to have his way.
“You're trouble, boy. And you're in trouble,” Steve growled softly, pushing his hand down Aiden's pants.
Aiden moaned as Steve's hand wrapped around his cock. It felt incredible to be enveloped by tight muscular fingers stroking him as they kissed with ever more aggression and lust. Steven's other hand went down the back of the all too big pants, found his ass and cupped it, grinding him forward as he jerked Aiden off. It was such basic college roommate sort of sex, but with Steven it was intense as fuck.
“I’m gonna cum,” Aiden panted into Steve's mouth.
“Quiet,” Steve warned, pulling his hand out of Aiden's pants. He tossed Aiden down on his back on the couch and pulled the pants off entirely, covering Aiden's body with his own. A large, dominant hand was slapped over Aiden's mouth, preventing him from making a noise as Steve grasped his cock and kept playing with it, long, teasing strokes.
“You're not going to cum, boy,” Steve growled softly. “You're going to hold it, or I'm going to fuck this mouth of yours hard.”
The threat made a tremor of excitement run through Aiden, and damn near tipped him over the edge. His sore whipped ass was adding to the sensation whirling through his body, making his balls roil with lust. Dirty sex with a dominant bodyguard, this was fucking everything. His head tipped back as his back arched. He came against orders almost immediately, his seed spurting over his belly in great thick ropes of desperate need.
“Naughty,” Steve lectured. “So naughty. I warned you boy.”
His pants were down, his thick cut cock hard as hell, and menacing with its length and girth. Steve pushed Aiden off the couch, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, thrusting into his mouth in one hard stroke.
Gagging with the effort to take him, Aiden couldn't breathe for a second as the thick rod filled his mouth all the way to his throat. Steve hadn't been exaggerating. He held Aiden's head in place and fucked his mouth with hard strokes, using his mouth roughly.
Aiden felt his cock getting hard again as his head bobbed back and forth over the length of Steve's shaft, tasting the big bodyguard's precum as it was smeared over his tongue. This was illicit. This was wrong. A bodyguard wasn't supposed to whip and mouth fuck his client, and no well bred Taylor-Chapman fellow should ever be kneeling on the ground, smeared in his own cum and gagging on the rod of a man who demanded his mouth.
Steve let out a roar as he came, holding Aiden's head down on his cock so he had to swallow the thick loads that coated his tongue and lips before Steve pulled out, rubbing the head of his dick over Aiden's hungry mouth.
“Ahem.”
Through their mutual frenzy of lust, they both heard the sound of a throat being cleared. Aiden glanced over to see Rob standing there. Looking pissed.
“Can I see you please, Steven,” he said in clipped tones.
“You're in trouble,” Aiden grinned.
Steven put his cock away and smirked down at Aiden, ruffling his hair with an affectionate touch.
“Back soon, boy.”
14
STEVE
So I guess you didn't listen when I told you not to fuck him,” Rob said, stalking back and forth, agitated.
Steve was relaxed. Cumming loads inside a hot guy's mouth did that for him. Rob should really try that sometime. Dude was on a dry streak and the tension was starting to show.
“We're stuck here with each other. He wanted it. I wanted it. We're adults. What's the problem?”
“He's your client?”
“No. That's not the problem. The problem is you want to fuck him too.”
Rob's eyes narrowed. “No, the problem is I don't fuck everybody I want to fuck just because I can.”
“And how is that my problem?”
“Because,” Rob sighed. “It's not professional.”
“You know what's not professional? Us in here arguing about this while he's out there...”
Shit.
They looked at each other, then ran.
It was too late.
The front door was open and Aiden was gone.
Steve threw himself downstairs faster than he'd ever run before. Aiden only had a couple minutes head start, and he wasn’t that fast. They’d run him down easily in the forest.
Turned out, maybe Aiden wasn’t fast, but he was a slippery little rat. Two minutes was enough time get downstairs and onto the street, and the street was basically a portal to fucking everywhere.
“We've lost him.”
They spent the next three hours looking for him, growing increasingly frantic and pissed off. He'd fucking vanished. They split up and went street by street, asking people, but nobody seemed to have seen him. They tapped their wider network, tried to see if there were any sightings. None. Aiden had disappeared into thin air. Steve felt his stomach twisting with unfamiliar anxiety. It wasn't just at losing a client. They'd just been together. There had been intimacy, or at least, what he'd thought was real intimacy.
He’d fucked Aiden.
Now Aiden had fucked him back. Hard.
15
ROB
Rob was pissed. Not just because they'd let Aiden get away, or because Steve had fucked him. He was also pissed because as far as he was concerned, Steven wasn't 100% right when he said they were both adults. Steve was an adult, and yes, Aiden was thirty, but he was also an emotionally stunted addict and frankly, consent or not, fucking him just wasn't right. Especially not now, in the middle of this job.
It wasn't like Steve to do clients. It wasn't like Steve to fuck around at all, and that made everything worse. Rob could see it coming from a mile away: Steve was going to get hurt by placing expectations on Aiden that he could never meet.
Of course Rob wanted Aiden too. Aiden was adorable and hot. Those big blue eyes, those refined features, that neat little body, so compact and fuckable. And his personality, when he wasn't acting out, was actually pretty charming. He had an ease to him, a certain lack of fucks given which spoke to a certain amount of innocence which remained even though he had been slumming in the criminal underbelly.
That didn't mean he was going to turn the safe house into a gang bang session. Besides, sex wasn't the first thing that came to Rob's mind when he thought about Aiden. Aiden needed so much more than sex. He needed love. He needed the kind of discipline that taught him something about himself and the world. Hell, he needed to know that there was at least one or two people in the world he couldn't just get away with things with.
Aiden was unruly and bratty and immature, all of which pointed to the fact he'd been handed off to nannies and never really spent any time with his super rich parents until he was a teenager, and then only for brief face to face meetings before they swanned off somewhere on a cruise or a holiday.
Mason had briefed them a little about the Taylor-Chapman clan. A rich, powerful family, but not exactly tight knit. Aiden was what you got when you gave a kid all the money and privilege he wanted, but none of the love he needed.
Rob’s first instinct was to set that right, but all of that had to wait now. Now, they just needed to find him.
Steve called. Rob answered, hoping he'd found Aiden.
“You got him?”
“No. Let's regroup at the apartment.”
They met outside and went up together, both seething in worried silence. This was bad. This was very, very bad. He could already be dead for all they knew. Sickening flashes of crime scenes floated through Rob's head. The mob were not known for being kind killers. They liked to get inventive. If they had Aiden...
“Hey guys, how's it going?”
A casual greeting floated to them as they came through the front door. They bot
h stopped to see Aiden sitting on the couch, a bag of Doritos in his lap. He was smirking his ass off.
Steve crossed the distance in seconds, grabbing Aiden up by the front of his shirt, corn chips flying everywhere.
“Where the hell have you been?” Steve’s voice trembled with rage.
“Easy tiger! I came back, didn't I?” Aiden’s smirking reply did him no favors.
16
AIDEN
That's not the point,” Rob said. Aiden could see him over Steve's shoulder. The normally easy going man looked pissed as hell, the lines of his face far harder than usual. Steve gave him a shake, turned around and put him down between them.
He'd known they'd be pissed, but they looked more than angry. They looked a strange combination of worried and relieved and, yeah, okay, pissed.
“Relax, guys. I just went out for some snacks. I was gone, like, ten minutes. Where have you been? I've been all alone up here. Anyone could have come for me.”
It was hard to keep the shit eating grin off his face, and he didn't even try. It had taken him a full week to give these guys the slip, and he was proud of having finally done it. Hadn't been easy, but he'd bided his time, waited for the right opportunity and BAM!
“Yes,” Rob said coldly. “Anyone could have come for you. Anyone can still come for you. Do you realize what you've done, boy?”
“Gotten something to eat that isn’t granola?”
“You've burned this place. We have no way of knowing if you were seen or not, which means we can't stay here.”