14. Chapter 14
Jinx
It’s Friday morning, and my muscles already ache as we clean out the horses’ stalls. They’re out there in the fields, playing now that some of the snow has melted off, and it’s above freezing.
Even Julien is cleaning. That’s one thing I like about him. He doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty. He’s not our boss. We’re all brothers here. We all contribute to the ranch.
As I’ve been working, my stomach has been dipping and twisting, making it fucking hard to hide my smile. Later this afternoon, I’m headed over to Mason’s, and I can’t wait. This is when things get real.
As promised, he’s called me every night to talk until I fall asleep.
I’d rather have his body, but it was the next best thing.
In return, I followed all his rules and wore his little toys, with pictures and all.
It was so fucking hard not to jack off. Just wearing them and thinking about the things Mason’s planning made me horny as fuck.
Aleks and I are digging out all the shit from Snickers’ stall when he elbows me. “Hey.”
“Uhm… hey? Bro, we’ve been working side-by-side all morning.”
He gnaws on his bottom lip and glances away. “So, I was wondering… I mean, you don’t have to, but I’d like you to. It’s probably not your thing. Yeah, probably. But still, I want to ask—”
“Dude!” I laugh. “Out with it.”
A splash of pink blooms on his cheeks, and he smiles shyly. I’ll never understand how we both lived through that motel of horrors, and he still came out so tender and sweet. He’s just stronger than I’ll ever be.
“Would you like to be our best man? Like, for Julien and me. You’re our brother, and you’ve been through thick and thin with us.”
I stop, shove my shovel into the ground, and lean on the handle. I’m filled with this profound love for my friend. Best friend. I never deserved it, but he gives so easily to this friendship.
“Anything, Aleks. I’ll fucking give you anything.” The words are unexpected as they spill from my mouth. I don’t think he was expecting them either, judging by the wide eyes and mouth falling open.
As I start shoveling the shit again, dumping it into the wheelbarrow, he gently grabs my arm. “Hey, thanks, Jinx. I don’t want anything. Just you and your happiness. Are you… happy here?”
I look at the others, but the only one pretending not to listen is Julien, as he glances up at us and quickly averts his eyes.
“Yeah, this is a good place, man.” I wish I had the balls to tell him how I really feel about it.
He beams at me before we’re back to work.
I don’t understand why he wants me as a best man. I’ve brought him nothing but pain and suffering.
“I can’t wait for Italy,” he says, raking up old hay. “We were supposed to get married here, but I’ve seen pictures over there. The place is stunning. You should see the buildings, Jinx. They’re ancient. It’s fucking magical.”
I swallow the lump and try to smile. “Sounds nice, man.”
“I sometimes wish…” He looks away and finishes his task.
“Wish what?”
He frowns and shrugs. “That we… I dunno… had a family. Like, we had parents or siblings who loved us and would be at our wedding.” His frown quickly shifts into a smile. “But we have you, Foxy, and Tink. We’re going to have so much fucking fun.”
“Screw parents, amirite? We’ve got a good family here,” I say.
“Yeah, we really do.”
Aleks sets down his rake and steps close, looking down at me with those mismatched eyes. Everyone’s fucking taller than me. Even him.
“What?” I ask.
He suddenly gathers me in his arms and pulls me into a hug, squeezing tight. “Can’t… breathe.”
“Tough shit.”
I pat his back and ease him off, then rub my neck. “Ah, thanks.”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop smiling. “You need more affection in your life, dork.”
I say nothing and return to work, wishing I had it in me to be affectionate back.
It’s after three in the afternoon when I toss my bag onto the passenger seat and hop into my old pickup to drive to Mason’s place.
I love this fucking truck. It makes me feel taller.
It’s 32 years old and will outlast me. Better than those newer trucks.
It has character, too, and I love that it’s bright red. Everyone can see me coming.
It’s bouncy as hell, the engine rumbling loudly, as I drive on the dirt road before I hit the main one.
The heater is cranked, but it barely spits out any warmth, and I have the radio blasting some familiar classic rock song through worn speakers, but I can’t begin to name who the band is or the song.
I’m fucking hyped for this weekend. I’ve been counting down the days.
I hit another country road, and Mason’s house looms in the distance. It’s almost four, and the sun is slowly starting to sink behind the mountains, casting an orange glow across the valley.
After parking my truck, I get out and knock on his door with my bag slung over my shoulder. As soon as he opens it, my stomach twists and turns again. His smile knocks the wind out of me. We’ve talked so much since we met that I feel like I’ve known him my entire life.
“I’m glad you’re here, Precious.”
I’ve also gotten used to his pet names. Sort of. I don’t get as triggered, at least. Then again, we haven’t delved deeply into this yet.
“Hey. I’m… glad to be here, too.” It’s hard to be chill when I have the pent-up energy of a puppy surging through me.
He holds out his hand, still smiling. “I’ll take your bag.”
I hand it over and follow him up the stairs. Instead of putting my bag in the room he assigned to me, he puts it in his. Thank god I don’t have to ask. Getting to sleep with him is part of the deal, instead of a reward.
“You can use the other room if you need some privacy.”
“I’m good,” I say that now, but last time, it was the first place I ran to when I crashed out.
“Did you do all that I asked?” he says, placing my bag on a chair next to the window.
“I did, sir.”
He had a strict diet for me today, where I had to eat because I’ll need my energy, but nothing that would interfere too much with sex.
I pull out the paper and hand it to him. He takes it and reads my test results. “Excellent. No more condoms.”
“It’s gonna be weird. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex without one.”
“You can tell the difference, but if you feel more comfortable with them, we can still use them.”
“Nah, I’m good… sir.”
I hope he lets me please him. I’ve yet to really explore his body. It had been all about me last time. That’s also something I never got to experience during my hooker years, except for giving blow jobs, so that’ll be new for me.
“Remove all your clothes and meet me downstairs in the living room. I have a couple of gifts for you.”
“But I haven’t done anything to deserve them.”
Mason smiles and pinches my chin. “This serves a purpose. Instead, say thank you, brat.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I gnaw on my bottom lip, and his eyes watch the movement.
He plucks it out and slips his thumb into my mouth.
I suck on it, and his eyes explode to black.
He pushes down on my tongue, forcing me to open my mouth, then shoves it deep into my throat, making me gag before pulling it out. “You’re going to suck my cock tonight.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want to see watering eyes as a thank you for your gifts.”
“Yessir.”
He grabs my throat but doesn’t pull me close. “Are you nervous in any way?”
I look him dead in the eye and say, “No, sir.”
He nods and drops his hand. “When you come down, you’ll not say a word and keep your eyes averted until I allow you to look at me.”
“I will, sir.”
“Jump to it, then.” He turns and walks away. Once the door is closed behind him, I strip down and fold my clothes neatly on the chair with my bag.
Good thing I’m comfortable in my own skin. I spent years working on my confidence with my body, especially with all the scars and what was done to it. It helped that Julien is covered in them, too. It makes me feel less alone.
Mason has the heat on a little higher than last time. As I head downstairs, I smile at the little detail to keep me warm.
I step into the comfortable living room where he has the fireplace roaring. He’s sitting in an expensive leather chair by the fire, and a wrapped box is next to him on the side table. He has a long leg crossed over the other, his arms folded on his lap, waiting patiently for me.
When I reach him, I face him with my head down and say nothing.
“What’s your deepest fantasy, my pet? Sexual fantasy.”
I don’t look at him as I answer. “Doing this with you.”
“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.”
“I’m not, sir. I’ve never had a sexual fantasy before. Never gave it much thought. But now… It’s all I can think about.”
He points behind me. “Your first gift.”
I turn to find a large, tufted velvet floor pillow. It looks luxurious and nicer than the other ones I was using before. “The pillow is for you to sit next to me and be my sweet pet.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Bring it next to me and sit on your knees so you can receive your next gift.”
I grab the pillow and place it next to his feet, then I sit on it as I’m told to do, resting my hands on my lap and keeping my head down.
Mason hands me the flat, square box. “You may open it now.”
I take it, pull the ribbon apart, and remove the lid. Inside is a thick silver chain necklace with a small ring in the middle. In the center of the necklace display are two silver rings that look like bracelets.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Do you know what these are?”
“Uhm, jewelry?” I say, though something tells me I’m wrong.
“Not quite. The necklace is a submissive collar. The ring in the center will be used to control you. The two bracelets are actually eternity wrist cuffs. The cuffs and necklace will lock into place, and you can’t remove them.
Only I can. You are to always wear them, including in public, which is why they look like jewelry.
Do not attempt to remove them. No one but people in this dynamic will know what they are.
But these pieces will be a reminder that you belong to me. ”
I swallow thickly at the thought of being bound, though after a lot of research into the Dom/sub world, I know it comes with the territory.
He must have noticed my discomfort. “Green, yellow, or red, Precious?”
“Green, sir.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Green,” I insist. “I was bound a lot when I was younger, but I know you won’t hurt me.”
“We’ll wait on that, then.”
“But…”
“Do not argue.” While his tone is soft, it’s full of authority. “My decisions are final. Your response was a yellow, not a green.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Jinx, but you’re still learning. We are learning about each other. For now, the cuffs and chain will be symbolic of submission and ownership. They’re titanium, so they should withstand almost anything.”
“Thank you for my gifts, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Precious.”
He holds out his hand, and I place the box in his palm. “Come closer, and I’ll put these on for you.”
“Can I look at you now, sir?”
“You may not. And you will not speak again unless spoken to.”
Keeping my head down, I scoot closer to him.
Mason clasps the chain and locks it into place. “Hand me your wrists,” he orders.
I hold them out, and he locks a cuff on one hand, then he does the same with the other. They feel weird since I never wear jewelry, but I’ll get used to it.
Since I have a question, I raise my hand.
“Yes, my pet.”
“What do I tell my family when they ask? They will definitely ask.”
“You can tell them the truth, if you wish, but being discreet in public is the point.”
I nod and set my hands down, waiting for my next orders. It’s weird. I’ve spent my entire life fighting everything, even my own friendships. Here I am practically giving my soul to Mason. It feels… good. I love anything that clears my head, and he’s amazing at doing that.
Mason takes my hands, palms up, and kisses each wrist. “They’re perfect on you.
” He inspects my fingers. I want to pull away and hide them.
They’re not as nice as his, which are smooth and manicured, and I hate the tattoos.
“Workers’ hands. I love workers’ hands. Hands that don’t shy away from manual labor. ”
I want to tell him I hate them, that I don’t understand why he sees them the way he does.
“What do these tattoos mean?”
“They mean nothing. A hooker friend did them. He used a real needle. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“A form of resistance and rebellion?”
“Yeah, I guess.” That’s exactly what they became to me later on.
“Casper, one of the other trafficked boys I grew up with, did them.” I pull my hands away and rub the male and female symbols on my two middle fingers, looking at the peace sign and other weird designs Casper made up.
There’s also a skull. “Tito lost his shit when he saw them, beat me for it. So, yeah, they became symbols of defiance. Now, they’re a reminder of all I fucking suffered. ”
“You could remove them.”
“I could.” I can definitely afford to. “For some reason, I keep them. I hate that they remind me of my past, but I can’t let go of them either.”
Mason grabs a hand again and kisses my knuckles. “I get that.” He inspects my nails, then looks at me. “But you must stop biting your nails.”
Fuck, that’s going to be hard. I’ve been doing it since I was little. Most of us boys did. Aleks, too. All I can do is nod. “I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee I’ll stop.”
“Just do your best.”
He drops my hands and tugs on the chain around my neck, pulling me closer. “I’m ready to see how good that mouth of yours is, Precious.”
And one thing I’m amazing at is giving head. It’s been a long-ass time, though I doubt I’ve forgotten how.