Lucky Boys (Il Fortunato #1)

15. Maverick

CHAPTER 15

MAVERICK

My mind raced even as I managed to keep a calm and collected appearance for Brooks. I had to think, and quickly. This was why I was adamant about not sceneing with anyone without having a very lengthy conversation beforehand. Fuck, I didn’t even like casual sex because it was too hard for me to rein in my natural inclinations. And I’d just promised to hurt someone without having even the most basic of conversations. Honestly, I was reeling.

Brooks was different, though, than any random sub from the club. I had to give him that. This unyielding desire deep in my core wouldn’t let me walk away from this or Brooks.

But it meant I had to improvise and think on the fly. Every second I waited, I could see Brooks spiraling more. There was fear there, but I felt pretty confident it was because he worried I’d tell him no more, and not about what we were going to do. No, the need for that was vibrating out of his skin so much it was practically visible.

I glanced at the house, but immediately vetoed that. Brooks had already said he didn’t want to go back in, and he’d never be able to relax in there. I made a mental note to contact Leo to see if he could send a couple people here so they could go in and try to clean and salvage as much as they could. Brooks and Diego shouldn’t have to deal with that.

But where did that leave us? We were private enough that I could take care of him right here, but it didn’t feel right. We still weren’t sure if we were being watched by whoever had trashed this place. We could leave, but wasting time with a car ride and finding somewhere to go didn’t seem wise. I seriously doubted Brooks could last that long.

That was when I remembered seeing a shed toward the back of the ungroomed property when we’d cleaned up the bodies Wes had dropped here. It was stable, despite being largely abandoned, and I remembered spying a few things that could come in handy.

I grinned at Brooks. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t hesitate. Just nodded and immediately followed me. Which gave me a bigger clue than anything of his headspace. I didn’t think Brooks was capable of following orders without a thousand questions. I walked around the house instead of through it. The lawn was overgrown with a variety of weeds and wildflowers sprouting in between the calf-high grass. I wondered if the boys had ever mowed it or if they’d just let it do whatever it wanted.

The shed in question was toward the end of the property line, closer to the woods that surrounded it. Out here, it was hard to believe we were only 15 minutes from the city. I hadn’t known places like this existed so close to the city limits.

Brooks was alarmingly quiet, so I stopped walking and turned to him.

“Are you okay with heading to the shed?”

Brooks looked up at me, his blue eyes a little dazed. “Yes, sir.”

Oh. Oh fuck. He wasn’t scared or having doubts. He was already falling into his submissive headspace. It went right to my fucking heart. Boys that went under this quickly were like catnip, though that meant I had to be extra careful until I got to know Brooks’s tells better.

I crossed into his personal space. “Can I touch you, Brooks?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” I cupped his cheek. “For today, we’re going to use the stoplight system for safewords. Red, yellow, green. You can use it for whatever, not just a scene. If anything I do or say makes you uncomfortable or you have questions, safeword. I know you know the deal, but this isn’t the way I’d usually do things, and I need to be sure you’ll speak up.”

Brooks grinned, and I saw a little bit of his usual personality shine through. “You don’t need to worry about that. It’s getting me to shut up that’s the problem.” Then, getting a little serious, he added, “I’ll use my safewords. I promise.”

I couldn’t help myself. I tilted his face upward and lightly kissed him. It was no more than a peck, but Brooks’s lips parted with a gasp and he leaned forward when I pulled away like he was chasing me. I tapped his mouth with my finger. “There’s my brat.”

That seemed to get him to relax more than anything else. I kissed him again before forcing myself to turn toward the shed. “Don’t get used to it, but for today, I want to hear everything. And in the future, there’s always gags.” Brooks groaned, his tongue popping out between his teeth. He was so fucking responsive. I couldn’t wait to see what I could force out of him. “Alright, let’s go.”

Brooks followed me quietly the rest of the way, but this time, I took the silence for what it was: anticipation.

I concentrated all my focus on Brooks and what he needed, not the situation we’d just walked away from. I didn’t typically take jobs personally. I was pretty damn good at compartmentalizing, but this wasn’t and never had been a typical job, and not just because we were doing it pro bono. It was personal, and I felt rage I’d never felt before when it came to an assignment, when I’d seen the house. Brooks’s reaction had broken my damn heart and unlocked this protectiveness I’d never even realized I had. Luca was the protective one. But fuck if I didn’t want to wrap Brooks up in a burrito of blankets and never let anything touch him again.

Of course, he didn’t want or need that. Or at least, not yet. I already knew he was a cuddly fucker, so I had to imagine he liked to be close during aftercare, but now he needed Maverick the sadist. Not the newly discovered Maverick the overprotective softy.

The shed was a basic thing, but there were windows that kept it from getting too stuffy and it was solid. I didn’t have to worry about it collapsing around our heads.

I quickly scanned the place, surprisingly pleased. It wasn’t too cluttered. It didn’t look like the boys used it for anything, so whatever had been left was from the previous owners. It was a little dusty and there were spiderwebs in the corners, but nothing catastrophic. We wouldn’t be kneeling or getting completely naked, for safety’s sake, but it would absolutely do.

My eyes traced over the contents: some old gardening tools that the boys had clearly never touched, some regular tools on a bench like a hammer and a saw, and next to that sat a nice coil of rope. I picked it up and examined it.

It was thick, but there were no rough edges. I wouldn’t want to bind him for a long period of time, but it could work in a pinch. I held it up to Brooks, who watched with hungry eyes.

“What are your limits for today? To be clear, we will be having a much lengthier, in depth discussion later, but what do I need to know for right now?”

Brooks rocked back and forth on his heels as he stared at the rope. “I’m fine being bound, but if my arms are tied, then my legs need to be freed and vice versa. If my mouth is gonna be occupied, I want my hands free. At least for now. No scat.” He looked around the place. “It’s probably better if I don’t bleed. Fuck knows what I could get here.”

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to laugh or was getting turned on. He wasn’t saying no to blood, just here, which was honestly very responsible and more than I’d expected from Brooks. My nerves regarding playing like this started to dissipate. Brooks might seem reckless in many areas of his life, but he had a good head on his shoulders.

I traced his cheek with my thumb. “Those are very reasonable. Adding onto that, there will be no penetration until we talk more and everyone sees everyone else’s test results. I will absolutely not be making you bleed today, so you don’t need to worry about that. How do you feel about blindfolds?”

Brooks pupils dilated and he shifted. “Really fucking good.”

I laughed. “Okay, noted. Humiliation? For today, I mean. Strictly verbal.”

Brooks frowned. “It depends? You can call me slut, cockslut, whore, hole, any of that and I’ll be mindless and horny and putty in your hands. But I don’t do well being put down. Like calling me useless or stupid or anything like that. I’d just—I’d rather not.”

There was a lot to unload there. I put a mental pin in it to bring it up when we talked later, which I had no doubt would happen. This wouldn’t be the only time I was with Brooks Foster. I was sure of that.

“Understood. I’ll respect your limits. Can I touch your dick?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yes please. As much and as often as you want.”

I shook my head. “Just talking about right now, brat. Everything else can wait.”

Brooks sighed, but did mutter, “Yes, sir.”

My thumb trailed to his mouth. Brooks’s lips parted, and I slid it partially inside. His mouth wrapped around the digit, his tongue brushing along the tip. It was a tease, a test to see what I would do.

I pulled my finger away and headed to the workbench. I was able to clean it off fairly quickly, though it was still dusty and a little worn. I took my shirt off and spread it across the surface before turning to Brooks.

“Hand me your shirt and take off your belt. Pull your pants and underwear down enough so your ass and cock are exposed, but leave them on.” It would leave his legs with the illusion of being trapped without being bound, and it would still leave him with some protection in this place.

Brooks was very blatantly checking me out, his eyes scanning my bare torso. At my words, though, he all but tossed the tank top that he had ripped off during his panic earlier. I caught it easily, watching with interest as Brooks fumbled with his belt buckle. He listened, though, taking it completely off before haphazardly shoving his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, with no attempt to be sexy or put on a show.

I didn’t mind though. This wasn’t the time or place for that, and Brooks didn’t need all the pomp and circumstance to be sexy as fuck. Everything about the boy turned me on, and his lack of poise probably added to it. Brooks wasn’t all the way hard yet, which wasn’t much of a surprise given the circumstances, but he was getting there. The metal bar through his head wasn’t much of a surprise either, but it was welcome.

I whistled. “What a tease you are, boy. Hiding that sexy little cock under all those clothes.”

Brooks hummed, his hands flexing at his sides. I was right in his space now, and I trailed my fingers ever so lightly along the PA piercing, absorbing Brooks’s breathy gasp into my very bones.

“You got any other surprises for me?”

“No, sir. I want to pierce my guiche eventually but haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Fucking hell. Were my jeans always this tight? I flicked the piercing. “When you do get it done, you tell me. I want to be there for it.” It was an out-of-pocket comment. I shouldn’t be making promises like that. But Brooks’s eyes glazed over as he nodded eagerly, so I wasn’t too worried.

While Brooks was a little lost in his own mind, I wrapped my fingers through the longest length of his hair and guided him, a little roughly, to the bench. He was hobbled by his jeans but kept up easily enough. I stood behind him and pushed him down so his front and the side of his face were on my T-shirt.

“If the bench starts to rub against your skin, let me know. Splinters aren’t the kind of pain we’re going for here.”

Brooks snorted but still smiled softly. “I will.”

I petted his hair, soothing the spot I’d tugged on. “Good boy. I knew there was a sweet boy eager to please under all these tattoos and the rough exterior.”

I grabbed his wrists as he was melting into the table and dragged them behind him.

Using his belt, I secured his hands behind his back. I had no doubt that Brooks could break free if he wanted to, but I also knew he didn’t. I ran my hand down his back, tracing the ink that covered it, then over his arms and finally his ass. It was the only part of Brooks that wasn’t covered in tattoos, and I squeezed the pale, bouncy flesh.

“Fuck, look at this ass. It’s just begging for color, isn’t it, boy?”

Brooks didn’t do more than grunt before I slapped him, his cheek bouncing under my touch.

Brooks arched back, looking for more. His dick was trapped in between his stomach and the table, so after one more slap so his cheeks had matching handprints, I traced my fingers along his crack and kept trailing down till I could pull his cock and balls out, so they were free and hanging. I flicked his balls, causing him to wail.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so responsive. I could play with you all day.”

I tugged on his hard cock once, twice. before remembering Brooks’s T-shirt that I still had in my hand. I placed it over his eyes and tied it behind his head to act like a makeshift blindfold.

“Good?” I asked while I fondled him some more.

“Yessss . . . sir.” Brooks groaned and rocked up into my hold.

“Remember your safeword. Use it if you need to,” I reminded him, and then landed another solid slap to his ass.

“This is just a warmup,” I told him, before I started to slap his ass at regular intervals. The little I knew about Brooks, it was obvious a hand spanking wouldn’t be enough for him, not in this state. Good thing I had a plan. Normally, I liked to keep my subs guessing, but it wouldn’t be good for Brooks right now. He had to know that I’d take care of him.

Even with the lighter hand spanking, he was so responsive to everything. Every slap elicited a small moan or groan, followed by him arching his back and rocking into my hand, chasing more. Fuck, it was addictive.

I spit on my hand and wrapped it around his dick, jerking him until he was panting. “You’re not allowed to come,” I warned him, “Tell me if you’re close.”

“Yes…sir.” His words were staggered and he bounced up on his toes like he was trying to get away from me, but there was nowhere to hide. I kept up my merciless pace.

“Close!” he screamed, his whole body shaking. I pulled my hand away, laughing at the way the boy keened.

“Fuck, boy, your sounds are giving me life.”

I undid my own belt and folded it in half. I took a half a second to free myself and give myself a few strokes before turning back to Brooks.

“Ready boy?” He barely made a sound before I laid the belt into his round cheeks.

“Ahh, shit. Fuck.”

“Too much?” I teased as I hit him again. He rocked on his toes.

“N-no sir.”

“Good boy. I love the way your ass takes color. It’s gonna look so pretty bruised with my marks.”

I struck him a few more times, the boy gasping and shivering after each one. Putting the belt down, I walked back up to him and palmed his reddened cheek, my thumb deliberately pressing into one of the bruises.

Brooks hissed. “Fucking addictive,” I told him, leaning my body weight against his back, and licking in between his shoulder blades.

Brooks whimpered and pushed back. I took his dick in hand again and started pumping. “Same rules apply. Don’t fucking come.”

“Yes sir,” he whined, but like the good boy he was, even as he cried and begged, Brooks told me when he was close.

“Good boy. So damn good.”

I picked up the belt.

After the third round, I was pretty sure Brooks couldn’t take much more. His legs were shaking, his shoulders were tense and he was sobbing onto my T-shirt, soaking the fabric.

I soothed his sore ass with my hand, gently rubbing my thumb over it. “That’s it boy. You took it so well. You let go so beautifully. We’re almost done. We’re gonna come together. Okay? Hold on a little bit longer, can you do that for me?”

I wasn’t sure if he could, but he nodded furiously. “Y-yes, sir. Yes, I will!” Poor boy was wailing.

I stepped as close as I could, so he could feel me in between his cheeks. After rubbing my erection up and down his crease a few times, just because I could, I took my dick in one hand and his in the other, and started jerking us off.

“Sir! Sir, please!”

“Shh, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” I gritted my teeth as my own orgasm built.

“Come for me Brooks.” He screamed, and almost immediately he started to shoot onto the ground. I continued to milk him as my orgasm hit me, and I shot all over Brooks’s back.

“You look so hot like this. Covered in my come.”

He whined and tried to get out of my grip, but I kept tugging him until he was oversensitive and finally, let go.

“There. We’re done sweetheart. I got you.” I undid his wrists first and helped him shakily to his feet.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off, it’s not bright in here, but just be careful.”

“Yes, sir,” he said in a quiet distant voice, like he wasn’t quite there.

Once it was off, I grabbed my ruined T-shirt off the table and cleaned both of us off the best as I could.

“C’mon sweetheart. I have waters in the car. We can cuddle in there.”

He just nodded, and I realized there was no fucking way he’d walk all the way back to the front on his own.

Quietly cursing myself for not thinking this through, I put my hands under his ass, careful not to hit any of the welts. “Wrap your arms around me. I’ll carry you.”

He seemed happy to do that, and then he was in my arms. I left our shirts, and carried him to my car. Popping the trunk when I got close, I was relieved when I had a blanket, some waters, and even a pack of those cracker sandwiches with peanut butter. Careful to set up on the side of the car where Brooks couldn’t see the house, I somehow managed to lay out the blanket with him in my arms then got us settled on the ground. Brooks cuddled in my lap and I gave him small sips of water. Once he was a little more with it, I forced him to eat a couple crackers.

“Feeling better?”

He smiled up at me. “Yeah. Thank you.” I kissed the side of his face.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, Brooks. How’s your ass?”

He grinned, totally thrilled. “Sore. Feels fucking good.”

“Good. We’ll put cream on it when we get back to the house.”

“Okay.” He didn’t seem bothered one way or the other. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I loaded him into the car and we headed back to the estate where I could take care of him properly.