Chapter Five #4
His body had gone lax, and he was deliciously aroused by Gene’s big hands inflicting pleasure and pain to his body.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I deserve to be punished.”
Well, at least they agreed there.
As for more, Gene wasn’t even close to being done, but first, he was going to give him something.
Other than a hard, rough fucking.
Gene had picked up a souvenir while in Puerto Rico. He liked collecting rosaries. They were part of his religion, and after the David Neives thing, he prayed.
A.
LOT.
Pulling it from his body, Ethan watched as he took it off. It was purple and had a crucifix hanging from the end.
“You’re mine, and when we get home, I’m getting you a very short leash, and collar. Until then, as long as this is on you, you’re my property. If you run, it’s over, Ethan. I can’t do it again either. I have feelings too.”
He heard the pain.
In that misery, he understood.
“I’ll never leave again. I promise. I’ll wear it for you, and I’ll let you own me. I need someone to want me that much. I need someone to control those fears, so I don’t have to think.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“Someone?” he asked, his hand landing on Ethan’s already red cheek.
His body reacted as he shivered in pleasure.
“You,” he whispered. “I need you to want me and possess me. Please,” he begged.
Well, that was better.
Handing it to him, Ethan put the rosary over his neck a couple times so it was more collar-like, and less dangly. While it meant nothing to him religiously, it meant everything to him as someone who was loved.
Gene took few things seriously other than work. His beliefs were his core.
“We’re one,” he said. “Don’t forget it.”
Oh, Ethan wouldn’t.
The cross rested on his raven, and they looked good together.
Before Ethan could say a word, Gene shoved him off of him and pushed him to the arm of the couch.
“And now, I’m going to fuck my property in punishment,” he stated.
Ethan felt his legs being pulled apart as he was pressed to the arm of the couch. There was the feel of Gene’s dick and then a wetness from some spit.
Before he could even moan, there was that long, hard thrust into him. They both shouted so loudly, they didn’t hear the tires in the gravel driveway, or the engine being shut off.
“You will never run from me again!” Gene said, fucking him with rough, punishing strokes.
He drove into him, hitting that one spot over and over again to punish him even more.
The whole time, Ethan whimpered, his dick rubbing against the arm of the couch as he hung precariously from it. Dangling was the rosary, and it hit him in the face from the sheer force of Gene’s strokes.
The whole time, it made him feel…
Safe.
Once more, Gene saved him again.
And he’d love him forever for it.
As Gene fucked him, he warned him what would happen if they continued to play these games. While he understood running out of fear, someone’s behavior had to be modified.
Ethan would learn to run TOWARD him.
Not away.
If it was the last thing he ever taught him.
“You are mine, and if you make me chase again, you will NOT like how angry it makes me. I will come for you, but the punishment will be far more severe!”
There was no mincing of words.
Ethan knew better than to ask what the punishment would be. Somehow, he didn’t think it would be like this. He could hear the anger in Gene’s tone, and he knew that the man was also hurting.
If he ran away again, there was no doubt he’d lose Gene forever, and Gene couldn’t let that happen.
This was his whole life in one person.
As Gene fucked him, Ethan took the punishment and begged for more.
There was no freaking way that he’d ever stray away from his side again.
That was for sure.
Bet.
On.
It.
With this rough treatment, Ethan knew that he needed this, and he craved it. This was filling him back up, and he was able to breathe again.
He.
Was.
Home.
It wasn’t a place, per se, but a person. Wherever Gene was, that was his new place to call his home. Here was where he felt safest because he knew Gene loved him and would always put his needs first.
As Gene fucked him, his balls were already tucked up into his sack. That anger was dissipating, and he was finding control again.
But if Ethan thought he was kidding…
He wasn’t.
“I’m going to cum!” Ethan warned and was promptly pulled back so he couldn’t hump the couch.
Gene whispered in his ear.
“You’ll cum when I let you. Period.”
Oh, well, he wasn’t saying no to that. Instead, Ethan let Gene rough him up in the best possible way. He was being fucked without mercy, and he loved every second of it.
The demons screamed in him.
Oh, not because of a rosary.
But because of the hero who came for him. They were being fought off in ways that Ethan never expected. Someone loved him this much that he was waging war against them.
Not only was Gene pushing them back, but he was also winning the battle for Ethan’s soul.
“You. Are. Mine,” he demanded, landing three more punishing slaps to his already red cheeks.
Gene knew that there was no doubt that Ethan would be sore later.
Let the punishment fit the crime.
It would give his running man something to ponder and remember the next time he got scared and wanted to play hide-and-seek on the other side of the country.
As he was fucking him, Gene could feel his balls boiling, and he knew he was cumming again. He was sore, tired, and not amused with his partner’s choices, as of late.
To say his control was frayed would be an understatement.
With a brutal thrust of his still clad hips, he drove deep into Ethan’s ass and came.
HARD.
He roared in release, and as he did, the whole world spun as he fell to the couch, bringing Ethan with him.
And there was silence.
From across the room in the window, Callen watched with shock, his eyes huge. A part of him wanted to move away, but a part of him was mesmerized by what he was seeing.
Oh, this was the last thing he ever expected.
Ethan was the most masculine man he’d ever met, and here he was…
Being fucked.
He wasn’t sure why he’d thought his brother would definitely be the giver, and not the receiver, but that was exactly how he’d pictured it.
Now, here he was, watching as his naked brother straddled his boyfriend’s lap as he began riding him. Around his neck a rosary was wound.
Not only was he taking dick, but he was wearing a religious symbol. What the holy fuck?
Color him shocked, surprised, and mystified.
His brother looked…tamed.
What kind of power did his man have? Because from the look of calm on Ethan’s face, to the way he was being roughly manhandled, someone was NOT in control.
His.
Brother.
Silently, he watched as his brother bounced in the other man’s lap, his head thrown back, and rapture etched into his face. Someone was in the throes of passion.
Yeah, Callen couldn’t look away. There was something so fascinating about it. Maybe it was the look on his brother’s face, or maybe it was the fact that stealing glimpses of it was…taboo.
Callen forgot what he was doing, peeping on the two men in his cabin.
Jesus.
Worse, he had an erection, and that freaked him the fuck out in ways he couldn’t even admit.
Why the hell was he aroused by watching his brother being fucked?
What did all of this mean?
Inside, Gene manhandled his man even more. Since Ethan was being accommodating, it was time to draw the line and take control.
“Who owns you?” he asked.
Ethan moaned.
“You own me.”
Gene bit him on the nipple and Ethan’s eyes rolled back into his head in such pleasure.
“Call me by my name,” he ordered. “If you want me to continue, say it!”
Ethan didn’t hesitate.
“Punish me, Daddy,” he begged, feeling the man’s still rock-hard dick throb as it was buried in his ass.
Gene warned him, as he wrapped his big hand around Ethan’s throat to enjoy the feel of his rosary there.
Ethan whimpered, and placed his hands over his, refusing to let him move them. He loved it when Gene put his hands on him, and he’d always love it.
Gene gave a squeeze and precum dripped from Ethan’s erection.
Someone liked that a lot.
“I can’t wait to put something sturdier around your neck,” he admitted. “Someone’s going to set off metal detectors when he enters federal buildings. Won’t security be shocked when you have to show them your pretty collar?”
Ethan whimpered.
That made him so goddamn horny. The idea that he was claimed, owned, and possessed was all he craved.
“Yes, please,” he whispered. “I want that.”
Well, then, he’d have it. Already, Gene was past the anger phase of all this.
It looked as if they might make it out to the other side after all.
It was time.
“You’re going to ride until I cum again,” he stated. “Then, you’re going to go shower, and we’re going to have dinner with your grandfather.”
He whimpered, as he was so desperate to cum.
“Please,” he begged.
Gene lifted a brow.
“Please what?” he asked, already knowing what the man wanted. Someone needed to cum in the worst way.
When Ethan opened his eyes, he saw the shadow in the window across from them and knew who it was. They had an audience.
A peeper.
Instead of making him want to stop, it made him want to go harder. Ethan didn’t want to hide anymore. He wanted to earn Gene’s trust back.
And this was how he’d do it.
By trusting him.
“Please make me cum,” he begged.
As he said the words, Gene grinned wickedly.
“Then, get to work,” he said, admiring the way Ethan began moving, his body undulating like a snake, and that crucifix bouncing on his chest.
Someone was possessed.
Truth be told, it was kinky, wild, and it was deliciously wicked.
Wicked was going to be his middle name for a very long time. Someone had to learn how to run TOWARD him, and not away.
“Fuck, but your body,” Gene muttered, as he enjoyed the show. Every few bounces, Gene would yank him forward, pressing him to his body as he landed punishing blows to Ethan’s ass.
That alone nearly made his man cum.
“Oh, fuck!” Ethan whispered. “I need to cum, Daddy!” he warned.