Gabe
The phone rings, and I see it’s Jason. My heart leaps into my throat as I answer it. “Hey,” I scream into the receiver.
“We’re back,” he says. “I’ll be—“
“Where are you?” I blurt out.
Jason stutters for a second. “The Kitty Cat Club. I’ll be home—“
“Don’t move. I’m on my way.”
I hang up the phone, throw on my shoes and raincoat, and sprint down the gravel road leading to the main stretch.
My heart pounds as I pump my legs, heaving as the rain comes down in heaps.
When I turn down the alleyway leading to the club, I see a group of HellCats standing outside in the rain, waiting to get in.
There’s commotion inside, and I hop up and down trying to see Jason, but to no avail.
When I finally get in, the whole bar is filled with leather-clad badasses, cheering for Tobias as he holds up a glass of champagne.
There’s a magnificent necklace around his neck, which he cradles with his other hand.
I spot Jason seated at the bar, drinking a beer.
I breathe a sigh of relief, and the tension I’ve held in my shoulders for the past five hours finally dissipates.
Tobias motions for everyone to quiet down and begins to speak.
“Tonight, I retrieved something that I thought I lost forever. This necklace is a symbol of my freedom—evidence that justice is possible if you take matters into your own hands.” The HellCats surrounding me hoot and holler for Tobias.
“Tonight wasn’t about money or riches for me.
It was personal. I wanted this necklace because the fucker who owned it destroyed a piece of my heart.
Getting it back mattered more to me than anything, and I couldn’t have done it without the help of the men beside me.
A toast to Cash, Jason, Max, and Dexter, who is currently getting stitched up because of a gunshot wound. ”
I almost faint. Gunshot wound?
The crowd applauds, everyone lifting a glass in celebration.
Tobias raises his glass high. “AND TO THE HELLCATS!”
Beer explodes all around me, the entire room getting drenched as HellCats lift Tobias and carry him around the room.
I glance at the bar, hoping to see Jason, but I can’t see through the crowd. All I want to do is touch him.
I push through the people, getting elbows to the side, but finally reach Jason, who’s soaking wet from all the beer that’s been spilled on him.
“Jason,” I yell.
His eyes land on me, and he leaps off the bar and wraps me in his arms. “I did it, Gabe! I did it.”
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I say to him as my heart literally feels like it’s going to break out of my chest.
Jason shows me off to the others, his arms around my shoulders. “THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND, GABE!”
Everyone around us starts chanting my name, too.
This whole place has lost its mind.
Jason set his beer down. “I need to take you downstairs,” he says.
My eyebrows hit my hairline. “For…”
He leans in and kisses me. “You know what for.”
The way he says it with so much confidence makes my cock turn to steel in nanoseconds. “Let’s go,” I reply.
Jason leads me toward the dungeon. It takes a minute to get through the crowd, but we finally do and race down the stairs. Before we reach the bottom, Jason pushes me against the wall and kisses me in the most possessive way possible, making my knees weak.
“Gabe. You have no idea how relieved I am.”
“No, actually, I really do. I was fucking terrified while you were gone,” I tell him.
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” He slides his tongue into my mouth again. I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I really don’t care right now.
“Let’s go,” he says.
We get to the dungeon, go through the whole process of disrobing, then race into the maze. “This place feels so weird after training in it. I know it like the back of my hand now.”
He takes me along the maze, avoiding dead ends and people fucking, and stops when we get to a large metal bed.
Jason picks me up off the ground and tosses me onto it. “I’ve been craving you.”
He pounces, landing on top of me, and devouring me with kisses. He tastes like beer, and we’re on a bed that looks like a cage in a BDSM dungeon.
It’s all so filthy in the best way possible.
Jason sucks my neck, making me moan and reach for the metal bars that comprise the bed.
“How do you want it?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”
The lights hit the side of his face, highlighting his chiseled features, and his eyes are wild with desire.
“Take over, Jason. I want to feel like you're ripping me apart to keep all of the pieces for yourself. Be rough with me.”
A bead of spit highlights his lower lip, like he’s drooling, and he threads his fingers with mine.
His chest heaves, almost as if he’s losing control, and that’s exactly what I want.
“Do it,” I beg. “I see it in your face. Do it.”
His hand circles my neck, and Jason fucks my mouth with his tongue, pushing it as deep as it’ll go.
And I surrender.
My body goes limp, and I prepare myself to be completely owned by the love of my life.
He flips me onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard. “Yes,” I cry out.
He slaps the other cheek. “More,” I beg.
Jason continues, spanking each cheek hard. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Your ass looks so good with my handprints all over it.”
He spreads my cheeks and pushes his face into my ass, licking and spitting on my hole.
Jason pulls my head back by my hair and asks, “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I croak.
He pumps lube from the wall dispenser into his hand and slicks his cock before lining it up to my ass. Jason spits some more, using the head of his cock to slick my hole.
“Is this what your little ass wants?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Yeah?” he teases. “The whole thing? All the way to the base?”
“Fuck…please...”
“Or just the tip? Just enough to be bad but not deep enough to reach the second hole.”
“Jason, you’re killing me…”
He pushes the head of his cock inside me, and I sigh with relief. “Yeah, my boy needs this dick, doesn’t he?”
“I do.”
“He needs it all, doesn’t he? Because he’s a greedy little whore.”
“I am!”
Jason’s deep laugh sends a tingling sensation running down my spine. He slowly slides his dick inside me, and the burning sensation is everything I want
I rise to my knees and push back, fucking myself on his cock.
“God, you needy fucking boy!” he yells. “That’s it, Gabe. Use my cock. Make your ass feel good.”
And I do, placing my hands on the metal bars to brace myself while I push back and use him.
His hands grab my waist, and he starts pounding me.
“That’s it,” I wail. “Fuck me hard.”
I collapse onto the bed, and Jason nails me into the mattress, the entire bed shaking and hitting against the wall.
He comes on a wail, his warm cum shooting into my ass and flooding me. “Yes,” I whisper, and raise my hips a bit so I can jerk off.
“No,” Jason says. He pulls out, then brings me onto my hands and knees again.
He reaches between my legs to grab my cock, and strokes me while he eats out my ass.
“I can taste my load in you,” he grunts. “Fuck, it’s incredible.”
He strokes me faster while he feasts on me, making the filthiest sounds while he licks the cum out of my ass.
It feels so good—my mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. I’m fucking speechless— cum shoots out of me, and Jason maneuvers beneath me to lap it up.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I love eating your cum, Gabe.”
“I…I…”
I’m done—fucked so good, I can’t even think.
He lies next to me and pulls me close, his arms squeezing me to his chest.
“Mine,” he says.
I gasp at hearing him say that. A few seconds later, he’s nuzzling into my neck, seemingly starting to fall asleep.
“Yours,” I whisper.