Chapter Eight #2
To Gene, as someone who had been in Ethan’s position before in his life, he knew that was an important and serious statement from a bottom.
So, he had to know.
“Do you want me to train you, or not?” he asked. “Because just fucking and the foreplay that comes with it is one thing. Actually being trained to understand your role in this is something completely different.”
Ethan moaned, his head dropping back as he was being vibed so deep in his body that he could feel it all throughout his being.
And it felt so damn good.
“Answer me, Tala.”
When he looked at him, his eyes were filled with so much lust, he almost looked different. They were no longer the eyes of a man who wanted to be careful.
There was recklessness there.
And it had him by the balls.
“Yes, please, Daddy. Train me. I want to be yours,” he whispered. “Forever.”
Oh, well, that was a given. There was no way Gene was letting this man go.
EVER.
How could he?
There was no doubt they had something so special it might only happen once in a lifetime.
You only had one soulmate.
Right?
Ethan had made his decision, and with that, there came consequences. Gene laid them out for him.
“Tonight, you won’t be fucked. That giant dick is staying in your ass.”
The man in his lap whimpered, but didn’t say no. That was a good first step.
Obedience.
Gene played with the nipple weights, and as he did, Ethan’s body bucked in pleasure. With his mouth, he teased the pinched nipples, getting them wet.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan whispered, his whole body alive with so many sensations. His dick was so hard, he knew the second the silicon O-ring was off, he was cumming.
And cumming.
And cumming.
He wouldn’t be able to stop it, and deep down, he didn’t want to.
To continue, Gene pulled down on the weights, and Ethan’s mouth was open with a silent moan frozen there as he couldn’t even breathe.
The pleasure was too damn great.
His eyes were huge, as that heat and fire shot down his body right to his dick and ass.
Gene enjoyed the sheer look of pleasure and pain on his features, as Ethan gave himself up to it. They’d go further than they ever had before to test the waters. At some point, Gene would learn all of his kinks, desires, and needs.
Then, he’d use them to give the man so much pleasure that there would be no fighting it.
NONE.
Instead, he wanted him to welcome it in, making it part of himself. When he fully gave himself over to it, they’d find that nirvana.
“I think you know what I want,” Gene said, and his Tala did know.
Without the man having to ask, he went with instinct, and the overwhelming need to do whatever this man asked from him.
Ethan stood up, dropped his jeans, and stood before him in the leather chastity belt, his dick out the front, swollen and leaking cum.
And he was inspected.
Gene’s heated gaze traversed his body, taking in the sight that was ALL his.
“You’re beautiful,” Gene admitted, admiring his Tala. No matter what, he’d never forget the days where Ethan was coming into himself.
He was powerful, and gorgeous.
“Stroke it.”
Ethan stood there, laid bare, and feeling so incredibly sexy. The look in his mate’s eyes made him want to stay like this forever.
To have Gene admire his body like that was a treasure, and Ethan loved it.
No.
He needed it.
In a world of hypermasculinity, he wanted a place to go where he could just feel good about himself, and his body. That place was on his knees for Gene.
As he stood there, stroking his erection, Gene enjoyed the show. There was no embarrassment from Ethan, but instead, pure lust. His hand was wet from the precum that was escaping past the O-ring.
As his hips bucked, Gene loved watching him so desperate to cum.
“Service me, Tala. Your training is now.”
That was all he had to hear. He dropped to his knees, and the weights swung back and forth, turning him on even more.
Ethan wanted to wear these forever in homage to all of the desire he felt for this man—a man who was the only one who had ever unlocked this in him.
No.
He wanted heavier ones. As his training progressed, he wanted Gene to move those goalposts so that he had to work harder for it.
For him.
As he moved closer, Gene spread his legs, and Tala knelt between them.
“For the rest of our vacation, you’re going to be submissive. I want you on your knees for me. Until you’re trained, you’ll have to do what I say.”
Ethan was still stroking his rock-hard dick, and he loved the idea of that.
“You’ll only cum when I tell you, and even if I make you whip your dick out in a car, with an audience, you’ll obey. Is that what you want, Tala?”
He nodded, his breathing heavier than it had been a few seconds ago because that was exactly what he craved. The unquestionable trust he felt for this man made him want to hand over control so he could give him everything he desired in life.
In return, he’d be loved forever.
Gene wasn’t done, so he continued to outline the rules and his demands.
“If I want you to service my cock, you’ll drop to your knees, even if we’re in a public place. Your body is no longer yours. It’s mine, and that means I can keep you from pleasure until I think you deserve it.”
He nodded, licking his lips as he obediently kept stroking his erection.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, the words sounding so sweet on his lips with that vow to him.
Gene took in the sight before him. Ethan’s balls were MIA, and Gene knew that the second that ring was off, someone was exploding everywhere.
And he’d enjoy making that happen. With Ethan’s self-discovery came his own.
Maybe he wasn’t so much a bottom as someone who couldn’t live without this man. There would be no peace without Ethan, and he knew it.
“When we are home, you’ll learn true submissiveness. You’ll learn what it is to kneel, and be owned by someone else. Outside in the world, you get to be Special Agent Ethan Blackhawk, but once we walk into our condo, you’re Tala, my cum dumpster.”
He moaned.
“Please, Daddy. Please make me your cum dumpster,” he whispered, putting all of his faith and trust in his lover. They were almost at the year mark, and he trusted Gene with his life.
His body.
His pleasure.
His soul.
“You’ll sign a contract, and you’ll be mine until I release you from it. This is how I was trained, and this is how you’ll be trained.”
Ethan nodded.
“The safe word will remain, but you will still be mine—no matter what.”
He kept stroking, and his abs above the chastity-belt lock quivered, proving that he was balanced on the edge, his orgasm looming.
If he was allowed to have one.
If the man he loved so unconditionally allowed it.
Standing up, Gene undid his belt, and made the leather crack. When he did, Ethan’s eyes dilated from just the sound of that alone. In his mind, he wanted to feel the kiss of it on his flesh, as Gene used it masterfully on him.
“I will use whatever I want on you, including this,” he admitted.
He nodded, watching the belt, and willing it to be placed around his throat.
“There are places we can go, and our next vacation will be to one. Once there, you’ll be my submissive, and you’ll serve me.”
Ethan never looked away from the belt.
Oh, and Gene saw it.
With the looped part of it, he ran it down Ethan’s chiseled cheek, tempting and tantalizing him. It moved across his lips, and down his chin to his chest.
“Do you want this around your neck?” he inquired, already knowing the answer. “Like a leash? Is that what my Tala wants?” he asked. “Do you crave being put on a very short leash for me?”
He nodded wildly.
“Please, Daddy. I want to feel it tightly around my throat. It turns me on.”
Gene would give him anything he wanted.
ANYTHING.
That’s how much he loved this man, and cherished this journey together. Plus, he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t the hottest sex he’d ever had in his life.
There was more than chemistry here.
It was so much more.
Because he wanted to begin, Gene began dropping his jeans, and his boxers. His erection was also weeping precum as it stood at attention for this man, and ONLY this man.
“So, we’ll sign a contract, and I’ll train you.
If we enter into that contract, I’m going to take it seriously, Tala.
Make sure that’s what you really want. I’ll own you, and you won’t be able to say no to me.
If you fight, I’ll push harder, and I’ll make sure that you’re put back into your place on your knees for me. You’ll effectively be my property.”
At the last word, he whimpered.
It sent chills down his body.
Ethan wanted that so desperately. For years, he wandered, feeling lost and abandoned, and now, he felt so powerful. The man he loved was watching him with such lust, he actually believed he was sexy.
He believed he was valued.
He believed that he’d want him forever.
It was a first for him, and the one thing he always wanted. Ethan wanted to be someone’s other half.
As he jerked off, his hips were moving, and there was no relief in sight.
Gene gently placed the belt around Ethan’s throat, and tightened it.
“Tell me when.”
It wasn’t nearly tight enough.
“Choke me,” he whispered, that secret desire slipping past his lips, coming to the surface for the man who owned him mind, body, and soul.
He held nothing back.
Why would he?
This was absolute trust.
Without any judgment, Gene did it, and Ethan struggled to swallow, but it got him harder, if that was possible.
The moan that slipped from between his lips was so feral, that it sent up the heat in the room.
This was predator and prey, but Gene was smart enough to know who was ensnared in whose trap, and Ethan wasn’t in his.
It was the other way around. The bottom, once more, had all the power.
When Gene sat, he knew he needed to cum. If he didn’t, he was going to be way too wild, and for now, he needed restraint.
He meant what he’d said.
Their next vacation would be a darker place, filled with people like them.
People who liked the darker side of sex, and craved the kinks.