Chapter 6 #2
“Sure.”
Weights properly stacked on the bar, Malachi said, “Okay, you always need to start with some stretches and warm up cardio moves to get nice and limber and your blood flowing good.”
Oh hell, the blood was flowing…
just maybe not in the direction Malachi had in mind.
If he wasn’t careful, every blood drop would be flowing due south as fast as possible.
“Just do whatever stretches you usually do before a run and then top that off with some push-ups. That should be enough to get you ready to take what I’m planning on giving you.”
Malachi’s violet eyes blinked innocently, but Justice knew better than to fall for his act.
The bastard was toying with him just because he could.
“Very funny, smartass,” he smirked back as he started his stretches.
Malachi merely grinned and started his own warm up.
Holy fucking sons of bitches, the man was built like a god.
He had muscles on top of his muscles.
Every inch of him was rock hard and built to do damage.
Tattoos covered his upper arms and make him look sexier than fuck.
Both nipples were pierced and damn it straight to hell, Justice wanted to touch them.
Adapting to and accepting his sudden attraction to someone not of the opposite sex was still an itsy bitsy problem for him…
but nothing he couldn’t handle, at least not when Malachi was his reward.
When the dude dropped and started whipping out his push-ups like it was the easiest damn thing in the world, Justice couldn’t look away.
The muscles on his shoulders bunched and flexed with each drop and rise.
His biceps tightened, showing off the rewards of his daily workouts.
Justice sighed…
dude was fucking hot.
“I love you watching me with that blatantly hungry look in your pretty blue eyes, but this isn’t a spectator sport, doll. Drop down and give me fifty so we can get started.” He gave him a wicked smile.
“I can’t wait to see what you’ve got.”
Justice knew his checks were stained with a blush by the time he finished the set of push-ups.
Malachi had studied his body just as intensely as he had done to him and the lust in his eyes was unsettling to say the least.
His mouth was dry and his heart was jack hammering…
and it wasn’t from the push-ups.
“Perfect. Now have a seat on the bench and let’s get you started. You’ve got a really cute ass, by the way, real tight and perky. Nice ass for flogging and fucking.”
Justice groaned.
“Come on, dude. Don’t mess with me. Working out is some serious shit.” Plus he couldn’t keep his cock down when Malachi talked trash to him.
Broad shoulders shrugged.
“It’s a seriously cute ass. I thought you might need to know.”
Ahhhh, he did compliment has ass after all .
Justice plopped down on the bench and pictured himself cutting the ears off kittens to try and dampen his libido.
Mental note to self: keep going with his current workout routine, Malachi liked his ass.
A naughty smile tugged at Malachi’s lips.
“Maybe you should work out naked.”
The deep and husky laugh that had followed the comment had tickled Justice’s cock and balls and sent erotic visions of naked workouts dancing through his dirty mind.
Playful Malachi was new to him…
and fucking hotter than hot.
He tried to rein it in.
“Maybe you should just spot me, big guy. How much weight did you set up for me?”
“One eighty-five, lightweight,” Malachi answered.
“Surely you can handle that much? Hell, a girl can lift that much.”
Justice frowned.
He wasn’t a lightweight, his expertise was in martial arts, not lifting weights.
“What do you lift?”
“Three fifty or better.”
Smug bastard.
Smug fucking strong bastard.
“Add more weight.”
Malachi grunted.
“Mmmhmmm. Let’s start with this, hot shot. I need to see what you’ve got.”
“I think you’ve seen it,” Justice countered with a smirk.
Being near Malachi was already causing his body to start humming.
“Yea, I’ve seen it…liked it….now I’m ready to make it work.”
And boy did he ever.
Malachi worked his upper body until the burn was several notches above uncomfortable and his arms were starting to jerk and tremble as he pumped the iron.
All the while, Malachi stood over him, watching closely to ensure he was still handling his reps.
He explained, in that fucking sexy voice, what muscle each move was developing.
His fingers, lethal weapons, traced paths along each straining muscle as he talked him through the moves.
Thank the fuck he’d settled in with around two fifty on the weights…
and Malachi had been impressed.
Yep, fucking impressed with him .
“Okay. Good boy. This will be the last arm muscle move we do for this workout. Keep going until you fail on your last one,” he instructed.
“Huh? Fail?” Justice hated how his arm muscles were quivering and shaking beneath the strain.
Hell, his entire upper body was starting to jerk and twitch like some poor animal that had been ran over and was suffering through its final death throes.
“Yep. Pump till you fail.” He placed his hands under the bar but didn’t touch it.
“Your last rep will be the one where I have to help you.”
Shit.
He didn’t like that.
Neediness, something he fought against daily.
Realistically he knew this wasn’t the same thing, but his mind still fought against it…
so he kept raising and dropping the weights.
Malachi’s eyes narrowed.
What was the kid thinking?
His body was moving, muscles obviously hurting so badly Malachi could probably hear them screaming uncle if he listened close enough but his mind was even busier.
He was clueless as to what was troubling the kid but damned well knew something wasn’t right.
“Stubborn brat!” He spat as he jerked the bar up and away, resting it safely in the catches of the rack.
“Where the hell did you just go, Justice?” His voice sounded like an angry growl.
“What?” Justice asked innocently.
“You told me to lift until I failed. That’s what I was trying to do.” His eyes darted away, fearing Malachi would recognize the nervous fluttering as a borderline lie.
The man didn’t need to be troubled with his insecurities and weirdness.
He felt nothing but fury and shame for his triggers.
The kid was lying.
Well, not exactly lying…
but something was off.
Or, it had been off.
“Your mind was going a mile a minute, kid. What was that about?”
Defiance danced around in pale blue eyes.
“My mind always goes a mile a minute. Remember? It’s in the top five of my most annoying features…you told me so on day one of our vacation.” Justice joked and sent out a big fake smile.
Malachi jerked him up from the bench and then pushed him down into a kneeling position in front of him.
Using one hand, he pulled a handful of silky hair back, forcing Justice to look up at him.
His other hand wrapped around the boy’s neck.
It wasn’t threatening and there was absolutely no choking pressure used.
It was merely a dominant position that most submissives responded to.
Justice melted against the tight hold, loving how the domination made him feel, the way it had made him feel last night.
He felt possessed, controlled…
like a possession to be cherished and taken care of.
All worries started evacuating his mind under Malachi’s strong touch.
“Kid?”
“HmmmMmmm?”
“What was troubling you? What did I say or do that caused you to go all tense on me? What sent your mind off into a wild gallop?”
Well, fuck.
He just had to pull out another one of his lethal weapons, his sexy dominant voice that made Justice want to spill the ugly details about every minute of his life, from the time he cut Maranda Carter’s ponytail off in the first grade to losing his virginity at the age of fourteen to a smokin’ hot twenty year old and finishing up with the fact that he had snuck out yesterday…
just to piss him off and see what his reaction would be.
He wanted to tell it all, be completely honest, but he wouldn’t.
He had too much to lose.
He had problems, big ones, and he wasn’t going to let them fuck this up for him.
Lips remained tightly sealed.
“Nothing,” he finally lied.
Malachi had watched, again, the inward battle the kid was struggling against.
He’d thought he had him, but then those pretty eyes had shuttered up and closed shop for the day.
Hell, it must be some kind of secret for the kid to be able to fight so valiantly against his submissive nature.
“You’ll tell me eventually,” Malachi promised.
“Get up. Let’s work on those legs.”
Another hour and Justice’s legs were trembling even worse than his arms had been.
Dude knew how to push a body to its limits.
Pump till you fail.
He just might fail to have the strength to walk up the stairs after enduring a workout with Malachi.
Fuck, but he hoped they were finished.
His entire body felt like a spaghetti noodle.
“Take your sweats off.”
Malachi’s demand came in the sexiest sounding voice he’d ever heard.
It was deep and husky, firm and unyielding.
Prickling sensations started at his scalp and worked its way down the rest of his body, leaving him humming with the same feeling he’d gotten the minute Malachi had slapped those cuffs around his wrists last night.
“Wh…what?” He stuttered like a stupid school kid.
Instead of sexy like Malachi, his voice sounded several octaves higher than normal.
“Take. Your. Sweats. Off.” Malachi’s eyes swept the boy from top to bottom, loving the way his exhausted muscles were quivering and coated with sweat.
A man’s body was always more beautiful after pumping iron, muscles standing out and begging to be seen.
Violet eyes challenged pale blue eyes.
Shyness struggled with desire.
Heterosexual battled against…
what the fuck am I doing?
Sweat pants came off and were tossed aside.
“Okay. Sweat pants gone. What now, Malachi?”
Malachi’s breath came out in a huff.
The kid’s body was…
Damn, he wanted to dominate, punish, and fuck this kid so badly.
More than that, he wanted Justice to want it.
“I’m going to look at you. Stay still, arms out to your side and legs spread.”
The kid moved into position without the slightest hesitation.
Malachi walked around him, admiring every detail in the work of art formally known as annoying Justice.
The boy’s eyes glittered as he watched Malachi watching him.
No, nothing submissive at all in that gaze…
until Malachi demanded it of him.
The defiance was…
fetching.
He’d never found it attractive in a sub before, but it fit Justice well.
His fingers grazed his shoulders, tracing the length of firmly muscled arms until he reached a wrist.
He’d noticed the boy had a tattoo around each wrist, like a bracelet of some kind.
Looking closely now, he saw it was decorative letters.
FOCUS on the right wrist.
LET GO on the left wrist.
He also noticed the kid tensed up like a man at his first prostrate examination the minute his fingertips touched the first wrist.
“What do these words mean?”
“Nothing of importance,” Justice answered in a clipped voice that didn’t fit the boy at all.
“It must be important for you to permanently mark yourself with it. Private, maybe?”
Justice tried to offer a nonchalant shrug.
He thought he’d succeeded, but he hadn’t.
Malachi just decided to let it ride for now.
“I got them when I was seventeen. Everything’s fucked up when you’re seventeen so who knows what the hell I was thinking? It was probably the answers to some pop quiz I thought I was going to have to take.”
Malachi seriously doubted it.
At seventeen, a parent had to sign off on a tattoo.
“Let’s say we’ll revisit that one at a later date, okay?” He kept walking around the kid, admiring, commenting, touching with soft touches that he suspected was lighting the boy on fire.
“You asked me this morning about last night, about it being…weird, I believe is the word you used to describe it.” He paused when he stood directly in front of Justice.
“Why would you call it weird?”
Justice’s eyes darted to the left and then the right, a carefree smirk on his face.
“Eh, maybe because I got turned on by a grown man spanking my ass,” he suggested.
“Or maybe it was because I let a man threaten to fuck my ass…while giving me a hand job and I had the best fucking orgasm I can ever remember having?” He shrugged.
“The last time I checked, I was totally into the babes. Dudes were off limits.”
A soft chuckle tickled Justice’s ears, making him turn what he suspected was a very feminine shade of fucking pink.
The chuckle wasn’t Malachi laughing, it was Malachi laughing at him.
Perfect.
“Not into dudes, huh?” Malachi asked.
“You could have fooled me.”
“Yea, I get that,” Justice said between gritted teeth.
“No need to keep waving that flag in my face, asshole. The fuck knows it has to be your looks because it damn well can’t be your personality that had me going all ‘ass-up’.”
The kid was refreshingly honest.
Rarely surprised by people, Malachi couldn’t help but be shocked by how the boy kept surprising him, one time right after another.
“Does it bother you? That you might ‘be into dudes’?” He had to ask.
Another shrug.
“No…I don’t know. I have a lot of gay friends. I guess I just didn’t know I might be one of them.”
“I’ve seen you chasing skirts, Justice. I’m pretty certain you aren’t gay, maybe not even bisexual. It could be that your body just enjoyed the discipline…the domination, and you responded sexually.”
No, Justice was fairly certain that wasn’t it.
Sure, there was no questioning the domination scene had gotten his body, mind, heart, and soul on fire, but it was more than that.
It was Malachi.
Every fucking thing about Malachi, how totally opposite he was from himself, had caused him to be on edge, hypersensitive to everything the man did from the first moment he noticed his posture and the strong glint in his eyes up until he’d tossed him over his shoulder and tied him up.
It would be easy to take what he would consider the coward’s way out and blame it solely on a physical response from getting what he’d been wanting for oh so long, but he wasn’t a coward.
He could be accused of a lot of things, most of them not good, but a coward he was not.
He faced outward demons without hesitation.
It was the inner demons that always did him in.
If he was gay, he was gay.
If he was bisexual, he was bisexual.
Those issues didn’t worry him that much or at least probably not as much as they should.
What did worry him was how he was going to convince the cold-as-ice man to keep playing with him, like he’d mentioned last night.
This lifestyle…
this playtime with Malachi was safe for him, his body got to submit and his head didn’t have to get involved.
This wasn’t a relationship where he would have to try to maneuver around and read how people felt, what they wanted, if they really cared…
If he understood the little bit of research he had done on the BDSM lifestyle, Malachi was a dominant that wanted him to submit to him, nothing more, nothing less.
He struggled to come up with the right thing to say to the man that would push him into the direction he wanted to go.
“It’s no doubt my body responded to what you did physically but I definitely didn’t get turned off by your touching me…sexually.” He cocked a brow at the bigger, much more confident man.
“Are you afraid I’ll cry rape or sexual abuse to my daddy? Maybe after you tie me up, spank my ass, and do what-the-fuck-else ever to me, I’ll get the heebie jeebies and instead of admitting I liked it, file myself an FBI complaint?” He chuckled.
“Don’t worry old man. It won’t happen. I accept the consequences for my actions.”
Malachi had remained silent as he watched the boy closely, watched all the strange emotions flicker across his face as he contemplated what might lay ahead between the two of them.
It was fairly obvious the BDSM lifestyle was something he had considered prior to getting his ass hog-tied and whipped and his cock manhandled.
All the signals that he had missed originally were out in the open now.
The boy was virtually screaming to be initiated, to take a sample and see if he liked it.
There were other emotions dancing around in those wide blue eyes, things Malachi didn’t understand or couldn’t read.
It was somewhat troubling but not enough to make him want to rethink what he and Megan had discussed.
Justice seemed solid and self-assured.
He had the feeling the kid tackled everything he did, from talking to learning to submit, with every ounce of energy bridled up in that lean body of his.
He would be fun.
He would be exciting.
He would be frisky.
And, if Malachi wasn’t mistaken, he would be an excellent submissive.
His body had responded marvelously last night.
The sassy mouth on the kid seemed to vanish whenever an order was given to him.
Justice, God bless him, looked like he’d be able to handle about anything Malachi threw his way…
and follow it up with a ‘thank you, sir’.
“In your mind, Justice, what do you think is going to happen between us? I look at your face, into your pretty blue eyes, and you have all sorts of ideas dancing around in there. Tell me some of them. What do you see happening?” He needed to hear the boy say it with his own lips.
For the first time in his life, Malachi wasn’t certain he trusted his own judgment regarding a potential submissive.
Unsure of whether it was the fact that he’d met and fallen in love with his un-submissive Megan or maybe he was terrified that he just missed the lifestyle so damned badly that he was creating something that wasn’t really there, Malachi had to hear it straight from those perpetually swollen lips belonging to the boy.
Justice felt his teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he pondered Malachi’s question.
Shit, could he even say it out loud?
What if the man laughed at him?
What if this was some big ‘pay-back’ for sneaking off?
What if it wasn’t ?
“Well, I only know about the shit I’ve read on the internet, so I’m afraid you might not like my answer. I don’t want to say something wrong. I don’t want to say something that might make you decide not to want me…that way.”
Strange choice of words, Malachi thought as his eyes stayed focused on how the kid kept worrying that damned bottom lip.
Because he knew it wasn’t purposely used to entice him, it made it one of the sexiest damn things Malachi had ever seen in his life.
It was no wonder why the kid’s lips were always red and swollen like he’d just been thoroughly kissed or fucked in the mouth.
“Ah, the internet, the breeding ground for fools,” he said with a smirk but continued, “but it does manage to offer some educational benefit on occasion. Tell me, pup, what have you seen that made you think you might be interested in giving the whole BDSM lifestyle more than a passing glance?”
Justice felt his face burn red but his determination didn’t waiver.
Focus on what you want .
His fingers itched to touch the tattoo, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“I…I liked the pictures of people being tied up, all sorts of ropes and locks.” His voice dropped even lower, as did his eyes, when he added, “In all sorts of positions.”
Not much in the world prettier than a pretty blushing for you, Malachi thought to himself.
Justice had blushing down to an art.
“So you think you would like being tied up? Is that why you got so calm in the vehicle on the way home last night? When I opened the back hatch, you looked very…peaceful. Was that because of the restraints?”
“I think so.”
A deep breath and another nibble of the bottom lip, followed by a swipe of a pink tongue across both lips, finished the boy’s thoughts.
“Excellent.” Malachi paused, wondering if he boy would have the courage to raise those pretty eyes and face him.
No, it appeared he was still incredibly interested in the floor.
“I like restraints. I like them very much, as a matter of fact.”
“Ummmm.” Well, fuck, that was an intelligent response .
“Do you want to try it, Justice? Do you want me to introduce you into my world, teach you some things? Let you try it and see if it is what you think it might be? See if your body will enjoy it as much as we both think it will?”
Blue eyes jumped up to meet his.
Finally .
“Yes,” he answered softly.
Then, more firmly, he said, “Yes, I do.”
Malachi’s heart and cock did a girlie somersault right inside of him.
“Think about it some more, kid. When I play, I play hard .” He chuckled at the widening of eyes with his statement.
“I don’t want this to be some spur of the moment decision that we will both regret later. My iPad is upstairs. Go ahead and do some more research and make sure you are comfortable with what you see. Next to the iPad is a list of websites that I would prefer you use. If you see something you like…if you still want to consider some training, be in the dining room at six sharp…completely naked. Understood?”
Justice gulped.
“I understand. I’ll be there.”
Malachi laughed.
“You might not after you see the websites I’ve listed for you.” He took a step closer, another step, another until he was standing inches from the boy.
“Kneel in front of me.”
Justice dropped to his knees, without hesitation, and waited.
He knew he should feel like all kinds of a fool, but he didn’t.
It felt – right.
“If you are not there, Justice, it’s okay. There isn’t a wrong answer here. You can choose not to be there, and it won’t be wrong. You can be there and change your mind, and it won’t be wrong. This has to be something we are both comfortable with, something we are all comfortable with,” he corrected.
The boy nodded his head, Adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous swallow.
“Go upstairs and do your research, pup.”