Chapter Fifteen #2
Already, his hips were moving, and his body was screaming for release. The cage was brutal, and all he wanted to do was rip it off and cum.
God.
This was torture.
And he loved it.
“My cum slut is about to get an ass full of cum. I want it to stay in you. If you let it out, everyone will know. You’ll have a wet ass.”
He moaned.
“Please, Daddy,” he whispered. “Please let me cum. I need to cum badly. I’m going to be wild.”
He knew.
That was the point.
“Here it comes, Tala. I’m about to cum in my slut’s ass, and he’s going to thank me when I’m done,” he ordered.
Ethan was so horny.
This might just kill him.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” Gene shouted, his balls exploding, and another hot wave of cum exploding out of him and into his fuck toy.
Ethan was breathing heavily.
The heat in his ass only made his hips move involuntarily. He was so desperate to fuck that he’d do anything this man asked him to do.
He’d question nothing.
Instead, he’d be his sex slave and perform for him. That’s how bad Ethan wanted it and needed it.
As the stall stopped spinning, Gene lifted his head, and kept his lips by Ethan’s ear.
“Your ass is mine,” he whispered. “I own it. I want those cheeks clenched so tight not a drop of my cum leaves them. Later, you can release it, and if none comes out, you’ll be put over my knee, and punished until you cry or cum.”
He moaned.
“Daddy,” he whispered. “Please.”
Gene ran his hands up the man’s body, as he was pressed to his back. They traversed his abs, moved up his torso, and reached his nipples.
And the second he played with them, Ethan’s hips began moving.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered.
It was clear Gene wasn’t done. He knew that Ethan could cum with just brutalizing his nipples. He knew he couldn’t stop it, and even with his dick in that cock cage, he’d cum.
And be punished.
“Oh, God,” Ethan muttered, as the man was being sadistic. He was pinching, twisting, and whispering perverse things that Ethan craved.
He couldn’t help it.
He brought it out in him.
“Someone likes to be a voyeur,” he said, softly. “Someone wants to be on his knees with people watching him, like in Bull’s. Admit it. You want to pull your dick out, and stroke it in public.”
He moaned.
“Admit it, Tala, and maybe, just maybe, Daddy will march you out there, and let you show all the nice men what a good whore you are.”
He shook.
That turned him on even more.
Why?
Because he was safe with Gene. He could feel, and not be afraid.
“Please,” he whispered.
Gene moved away from him, and Ethan thought he was done, but he wasn’t. His dick was pulled from his ass, and Ethan had to make sure no cum escaped.
It was going to be a long day.
“I need that lubrication for later. When I bend you over, if that cum isn’t there, it’s going to hurt. Make sure you obey, Tala.”
He was turned around, and pushed backward until his back was against the wall. Then, Gene forced his arms above his head, and so they were bent and trapped.
Gene was enjoying the show. Ethan’s dick was swollen in the cage, and incredibly wet at the tip.
Someone was about to lose control.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he went to work on his nipples, and he was brutal. He worked them over, knowing that Ethan didn’t need his dick stimulated to cum.
When he was this far gone, it was a given.
“Don’t cum,” Gene muttered, as he worked over his nipples, and Ethan moaned.
“Please,” he whispered, not sure if he wanted to cum or not. Gene could be sadistic.
Playing with them, he stared into his eyes.
“This is only the beginning. You’ve not seen anything yet, Tala. I own that ass, and if I want to sell it, I will.”
That was all it took.
Ethan couldn’t fight it.
He came.
Oh, and he came hard, his body bucking and his eyes rolling up into his head as he bit his lip to keep from shouting in release.
The whole time, Gene admired his treasure. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. No one was touching this man, but it was an easy way to push him over the edge.
His body was his.
ONLY.
When Ethan opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily, and he was a wreck.
Cum dripped from the cage, and from his ass. So much for keeping that in.
“Oh, Tala, you’re a mess.”
Tell him about it.
Gene pulled a key from his pocket, and handed it to Ethan.
“You have three minutes to clean yourself up, lock my fuck toy’s dick back into that cage, and meet me outside. You’re taking the walk of shame alone.”
And then, he looked at his watch, and walked out the door.
And Ethan could only think of one thing.
He wondered what would happen if he was a minute late.
Because he wanted to be.
Meanwhile…
Gene was in a damn good mood. He headed into the gas station, and grabbed them some premade burgers, sodas, and bags of fries.
Paying, he kept an eye on the clock.
One of two things was going to happen.
Ethan was going to haul ass, afraid of what he’d do to him, or be late, wanting what he would do to him.
That would set the pace for the rest of the day.
As soon as he paid, he headed out, found a free table, and parked his ass at it.
Not far away was a guy watching him, and Gene knew why. He’d bet a million bucks that was the bathroom lurker. He knew if it was him, he’d stick around to see who it was, too.
Perversion and curiosity would always win.
ALWAYS.
Men were simple creatures, and ran on rage, angst, and lust, most of the time.
When he saw movement from the bathroom area, Gene glanced over, and it was his partner in life and crime.
And he was late.
When he sat, he pushed the key back toward him, and said nothing.
“Testing me?” Gene asked, handing him a burger and fries.
When he looked over, Ethan had a look on his face.
“What?” he asked.
Moving toward him, he kissed him, not caring who was looking at them. Instead, he needed that moment—not out of fear, but gratitude.
He knew Gene preferred to be a bottom, and he was giving Ethan the opportunity to find his sexuality—for a change. Sex wasn’t just about getting off, but now, it was about a connection to another person and their soul.
The kiss was tender.
When he broke it, he stared into his eyes, and he was honest.
“I love you so much, and I’m beyond grateful that our paths crossed. Without you, I’d be a different person, and I want you to know that you’re responsible for the man I am today. It’s all you.”
That made his heart kick in his chest.
“No, Baby,” he said. “You were always this man. You just needed to trust someone to have your back while you went out and explored. That’s all.”
He tucked some of Ethan’s hair behind his ear.
When the man who had been watching them walked by, he said something that both Gene and Ethan caught.
“He’s hot.”
It made Gene growl like a feral animal. It was so loud, the man hauled ass.
That made Ethan laugh.
How could it not?
“Like I need some bathroom pervert to tell me my man’s hot. I have eyes. Don’t I have goddamn eyeballs in my freaking skull?” he asked, loudly.
Blackhawk was amused.
“Yeah, you have them.”
Gene muttered something under his breath that sounded like ‘douchebags gotta always be staring at his man’, or something like that.
As they ate, Gene was curious.
“Too far?” he asked, knowing Ethan would know what he meant.
He shook his head.
“That was fun. Five months ago, that Ethan would have been freaked the fuck out. Now, he knows that he can lean into it, and just feel because his bear will make sure he’s safe.”
And he would.
BET.
ON.
THAT.
When he went to say something, his phone rang, and he saw Greyson’s number. Thinking he found something, he answered.
“What do you have?” he asked, knowing Greyson wouldn’t be calling for idle chitchat.
He updated him.
“Everything I said before about the mob is wrong. Gabe’s intel changed. We have mob information, but it’s going to have to wait. We have a bigger issue.”
What was this?
Bigger than the mob?
Was he kidding?
“What?” Ethan asked, hearing their friend on the speakerphone call.
“I just got a call from the police. It came in on the office line. They found another body.”
Well, shit.
Ethan put his burger down.
“That’s escalation,” he said. “Someone’s panicking even more. Us being here has rattled them.”
Yeah, tell him about it.
“And get this. He wasn’t found in the water. He was found in his own front yard by his wife this morning. He’s dead and has all the symbols all over him.”
Well, shit.
“That’s worse,” Ethan said. “He’s deviating.”
Now they had a problem.
A.
Big.
One.