Chapter 5
He’d found him, in fucking Knoxville, two hours later and by that time, he wasn’t even trying to control his anger, nor was he thinking straight.
Apparently the sneaky bastard had hitched a ride from a perfect stranger all the way to the big city and had settled on a country western bar where he was enjoying two hot chicks trying to teach him some stupid dance to Rocky Top.
He had literally bitten his tongue so hard that blood had filled his mouth as he had watched the ungrateful brat gyrate and dry hump against his latest conquests.
To top it off, the kid had a fucking carefree smile on his face that made Malachi feel all kinds of mixed up emotions.
Lips as full, sexy, and pouty as his didn’t belong on an arrogant twenty one year old heterosexual that chased everything in a skirt.
Lips like his belonged on a woman or a pretty little bottom that knew his place…
knew how to wrap them around a cock and work some magic.
After about ten minutes of torture, he’d watched about all he could handle.
Without taking the time to stop and consider his actions, he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, strode across the dance floor, and snapped the cuffs around his wrists before Justice even realized he’d been caught.
The look of utter shock on the kid’s face brought Malachi his first smile in days.
“What the fuck, man?” Justice tried to jerk away, but Malachi held tightly.
“Take these off me right now, you dirty old man perv!” He tried to twist and turn, making good use of all his lean muscles, but Malachi was stronger.
Fuck, the kid didn’t have a clue how arousing it was to see him squirm and fight futilely against his restraints.
Fucker didn’t look so clever now, did he?
“Is everything okay, Malachi?” one of the girls asked in a slurred speech that indicated she’d already had about three too many.
Her orange painted nails were latched onto Justice’s upper arm like he was a buoy out in the ocean.
Malachi whipped his head around when she said his name, immediately on high alert if anybody knew who he was, but then realized she was talking to Justice…
calling him Malachi.
Malachi couldn’t fucking believe it, that brat had given them his name.
Turning to the girls, he said, “He’s just fine, ladies. It’s past his bedtime is all. Let’s go, pretty boy.” He tugged on Justice’s handcuffed wrists, but the kid held firm.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Blue eyes dared him to try and make him.
“I bet you do,” Malachi answered and then, to Justice’s outraged fury, he jerked the boy against him and then tossed him over his shoulder and carried him through the crowd and toward the door.
There were catcalls that caused his prisoner to struggle even harder, but Malachi was amped up on pure rage and an unexplained frustration and he wasn’t going to back down.
Nice guy Malachi was gone, it was time for the boy to meet the real Malachi.
Justice Conners was not a lightweight, not by anybody’s standards.
He was a tall six foot two inches of nothing but pure lean muscle, but Malachi was six foot five inches and had the body of a gym god.
He spent hours and hours working out and had been trained by professionals in all sorts of ways to protect his body or fight aggressively when necessary.
On top of that, Justice had been begging for this from the moment they’d been brought together and Malachi was going to fucking give it to him.
He sat Justice’s feet on the ground long enough to open the back hatch of the Hummer and then picked him back up and shoved him inside.
Once there, he flipped the boy onto his stomach, jerked up the rope he had brought, and started wrapping it tightly around his bucking feet and legs.
He whistled happily while Justice called him every name in the book.
When his feet were secured, he hooked the rope around the cuffs and knotted it tightly, leaving the boy hog-tied and cursing loud enough to wake the fucking dead.
“My dad will lock you under the jail for doing this to me! You damned well better not leave me like this. My friends are calling the cops right now. If you don’t…”
Malachi shushed him by shoving a ball gag in his mouth and strapping it around his head and securing it tightly with the tiny locks.
The deafening quietness sounded wonderful to Malachi’s ears.
He leaned over, gripped the back of Justice’s hair, and yanked his head up until they were eye to eye.
“Can you breathe okay, pup?”
Justice’s eyes rolled around wildly and then tried to shake his head from Malachi’s tight grip.
“Blink twice if you can breathe,” he ordered.
Justice glared…
and what a pretty, pretty glare it was.
Malachi laughed.
“Here’s the deal, pup. I can sit here all night long and wait for your answer. Do you know why I can sit here all night long? Because I’m not hog-tied and my mouth isn’t stuffed full with a ball gag, that’s why. You’re going to stay this way until I get you home, so you need to let me know if you can breathe comfortably or not.”
He blinked twice.
“Good boy,” he said and just to torment and humiliate the kid, he gave Justice’s squirming ass a firm pat.
His act of punishment backfired when his own body immediately responded to those tight muscles that flexed so enticingly beneath his palm.
Hell, it had been way too long…
“Fuck,” he swore as he slammed the door shut, leaving Justice hog-tied and humiliated.
The hour long drive back to Spring City only succeeded in making Malachi’s anger and frustration amp up a couple of notches.
By the time he swung the Hummer into the driveway and then, for the first time since their arrival, into the dark garage, he had a Dom buzz going on like he had never experienced.
The kid needed to learn respect and he was about to receive his first lesson.
Warning bells, one right after another, sounded loudly in his head, warning him to rein-it-the-fuck in, but he ignored them.
Whistling again, he bounced out of the vehicle and yanked the hatch door open.
His kid was right where he left him but his breathing was calm and he wasn’t struggling any longer.
His beautiful face looked almost peaceful as his eyelashes teased the tops of his cheekbones.
When those pale blue eyes flickered open, it took almost a full five seconds before the anger flashed back and he started kicking and struggling against his binds again.
The smile on his face must have been sinister because Justice froze.
Shock rolled off his body in waves of nervous terror, his eyes darting around as he apparently tried to understand what was happening.
Afraid the kid’s legs and arms had already started to go numb, Malachi released the knots and started massaging the muscles.
Justice whimpered against the ball gag, but Malachi made no move to remove it…
nor did he offer to remove the cuffs still linked around the kid’s slim wrists.
“Easy, pup,” Malachi murmured in a strange voice that lulled Justice into a state of submission.
“You need to let the circulation return to your legs.” He talked as he pulled Justice into a sitting position.
After a few minutes of rubbing the circulation back into Justice’s limbs, he abruptly stood up and then swung the kid over his shoulder again.
A yelp of surprise tried to escape from behind the ball gag, but Malachi paid no heed.
There was a lesson to be taught, and a lesson to be learned.
So what if he was going to enjoy it more than he probably should, he had certainly earned it.
There wasn’t a huge struggle as he carried the kid through the house, but he suspected this docile version of Justice wouldn’t stay with him much longer.
What he had planned was going to be tough for a boy who had never been disciplined in his entire life to handle but it was oh-so-necessary and well-earned.
On top of that, he just fucking wanted to do it.
He carried him through the house until they were in the spacious living room that had two large sofas and a massive fireplace that covered almost one entire wall.
The other wall was nothing but large windows that framed the beautiful Tennessee scenery.
Since the over-sized sofas were positioned in the center of the room, he could walk behind them…
and drop his bundle of male flesh at his feet.
Justice landed with a humph and then those beautiful eyes flashed up at him, sending messages of hate and humiliation.
The poor kid thought his night was over but Malachi knew it was only about to begin.
“You disobeyed my wishes, Justice. I left my family so that I could protect you and you’ve been nothing but disrespectful and disobedient since our first day together. You’ve acted like a child so I’m going to discipline you like a child.”
He reached down and grabbed Justice by the belt and yanked him into a standing position.
Blue eyes were wide in shock and all types of garbled words were trying to escape from the gag, but there was no stopping Malachi.
He turned the boy around and shoved him, face first over the back of the couch until he was bent in half, legs on one side, chest on the other, and ass straight up in the air.
Before he could even begin to struggle, Malachi moved behind him and reached around to unfasten a belt, a snap, and a zipper and then yanked the jeans and underwear down low enough to expose a perfectly shaped bubble ass.
Justice started struggling wildly and choked screams of outrage echoed off the walls of the living room.
Malachi’s hand landed on the naked ass with enough force to leave a bright red handprint on the pale flesh.
“Calm yourself!” he bellowed.
He moved around to stand at the side of Justice and then raised a leg to clamp it down against Justice’s back and then used his other leg to hold down his legs.
“You’re going to choke if you don’t calm yourself down, Justice. Settle,” he ordered again.
He watched and waited, completely unsure of how the boy would respond, but not really caring at the moment.
Justice’s nostrils flared and his eyes rolled around frantically for several long minutes before his breathing finally settled to a level that Malachi felt comfortable with.
He hands, still cuffed and resting at the base of his back, would clench into a tight fist and then unclench.
It was a nervous gesture that Malachi wouldn’t usually put up with but Justice wasn’t his submissive and this wasn’t sex…
it was punishment.
“Very good,” Malachi complimented.
“Breath slowly just like that. In and out. In and out. Focus on your breathing but I also need you to focus on what I’m doing to you. I need you to know why you are being punished so that you will know what to expect the next time you decide it might be fun to disobey or disrespect me.” He unbuckled his own belt and slowly slid it through the hoops of his pants, enjoying how Justice’s eyes got bigger and bigger as each second passed.
He snapped the belt until it made a popping noise and then raised it into the air, pausing above that beautiful twitching ass that was begging to be spanked.
“This is for bringing a phone with you when you had been explicitly told not to.” The belt dropped with a whoosh and snapped a cheek hard enough to leave a red line in its wake and a garbled fuck from Justice.
“This is for fucking the stewardess on the plane while I’m away from the woman I love.” The belt smacked the tender flesh again and the sultry stripe was gorgeous to Malachi.
“This is for complaining about everything. This is for implying that I am old. This is for being disrespectful. This is for lying to me. This is for sneaking out of your room and making me hunt you down. This is for being a fucking spoiled brat.”
A groan of angry need escaped from beneath the ball gag, sounding so painful that one would know it had come from the very depths of the kid’s soul.
Again and again, the thick leather belt made harsh contact with the exposed ass dancing from side to side in a futile attempt to escape punishment until each cheek was heated and a bright rosy red.
His boy had stopped struggling about three lashes ago and there were no more garbled curses, whines, or yelps trying to escape from behind the gag.
Shock gripped Malachi as he realized what had happened, the subtle changes that had taken place during Justice’s punishment.
He was no longer using his legs to hold the boy down.
Justice was as limber as a rag doll and draped seductively over the couch all on his own.
His breathing was calm and steady and his eyes, a bright blue, were at half-mast in what looked to be a lazy, pleasurable daze.
His blinks were slow as he so obviously rode the tide of sub-space.
Malachi’s cock was hard and throbbing in a painful rhythm that matched Justice’s steady breathing.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached out and stroked the burning red flesh that he had just spanked in an uncontrolled frenzy of pure arousal.
The hot flesh twitched beneath his fingers and a moan of pleasure wailed from Justice.
The boy was offering his ass in the most seductive way, legs spread as wide as the jeans would allow and a provocative clenching and unclenching of his puckered hole.
He was perfectly groomed, completely hairless, just the way Malachi loved his men.
A part of him screamed that he should stop, he loved and belonged to Megan.
The Dom in him demanded that he continue initiating his virgin victim into the beautiful art of submission.
It’d been so long since this side of him had been allowed to come out and play and the need…
the desire to dominate couldn’t be cast aside.
He couldn’t ignore the soft puffs and whimpers escaping from behind the ball gag of the boy so erotically displayed before him.
Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of silky blonde hair and carefully pulled the boy into a standing position to find, just as he had suspected, a rock hard cock begging for release.
Pre come oozed from the slit on the swollen and discolored head until some actually ran down his beautiful length.
Experience and a lifetime of playing BDSM games told him this could easily go in two different directions, the boy would, once calmed down, become ashamed that he had responded to another man and to being spanked on his bare ass and go into a pathetic state of denial or he could start down the dark path of training to be a submissive.
At first glance, Justice hadn’t sent out any subtle messages of being submissive and certainly hadn’t sent out any messages of being gay or bisexual.
Hell, he fucked every female he could nail whenever an opportunity had presented itself.
His personality was arrogant and in-your-face, daring you to challenge him.
Never in his life had Malachi misinterpreted someone’s behavior so poorly.
Perhaps he was good and truly pussy whipped.
His finger traced down the boy’s spine, loving how it jerked and quivered beneath his touch, until he came to where his hands were still tightly cuffed and resting against his lower back, right above that cherry-red bubble ass.
Removing a key from his pocket, he slipped it into the locks, removed the cuffs and then quickly unlocked the ball gag and tossed it aside.
Then, he waited.
This was the moment of truth.
Justice’s breathing was no longer steady as he started to drift away from the lovely sub space he’d been playing in.
His heart started thundering in his chest so hard that Malachi could see it thumping beneath the golden chest.
Malachi stepped closer, holding his own breath and bumping his cock, intimidatingly hard but still trapped in the denim of his jeans, against the boy’s ass as a warning.
“Your submission was fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he nipped the sensitive spot between a shoulder blade and the neck.
The boy was quivering like an unbroken stallion, pondering its next move.
Continue to fight or submit and be ridden?
It was clear what the body wanted…
but what would the mind say?
Justice’s arms fell limply to his sides as he waited for what was going to happen next.
This feeling…
these wild emotions racing through his body, this is what he’d been searching for.
The rush he had been craving.
He was pretty fucking pissed that he’d found it at the hands of a man but he wasn’t stupid enough to do anything to risk losing it.
He didn’t think he was anywhere near ready to get his ass fucked by a dude, but the pain from Malachi’s punishment and the feeling of being totally dominated…
it had been fucking delicious, the very thing that had always been just out of his grasp.
“Uh…okay?” What the fuck did you say to something like that ?
Malachi was beyond weird but he had just rocked his fucking world.
Malachi chuckled softly at the response from Justice.
His eyes looked forward, directly into the glass panes of the windows.
It was pitch black outside which meant he could see both him and Justice in the window pane like it was a huge mirror.
The boy in front of him had a magnificent body created solely for the pleasure of its master.
He was tall and slender but had well-defined lean muscles covering practically every inch.
Shoulders were wide, pecs and abs ripped, a sexy V starting at his hip bones and dipping to cradle that thick and long cock…
which was wide awake and begging for attention.
His skin was a golden tan color, without a hint of a tan line to be seen anywhere.
His hair was a dark blonde and eyes a pale blue.
He reminded Malachi of Susannah’s Jasper except for the fuck-you smirk that always seemed to be in play.
“What do you want to do, Justice?” He whispered.
As he waited for a response, his fingers continued their teasing exploration of the body in front of him.
When a finger dipped into the crease of his ass, the boy tensed immediately.
Ah, a virgin there, at least.
“I…I don’t know.”