Chapter 6 #3
“Okay, but just so you don’t get all carried away and ball gag and cuff me again, I need to go on the record as saying I am not ready to be fucked up the ass…no matter how kinky, dirty, or arousing you make it sound with all your trash talk. Okay?”
He looked every inch the kid when he followed up his statement with his ‘okay’.
“Never without your permission, without you begging for it,” Malachi answered.
Justice spent the next three hours pretty much looking at what he would call porn, really, really hot porn.
Guys tying up girls, girls tying up guys, guys tying up guys…
Hell, there was a lot of tying up and the positions were…
well, they were just fucking hot.
Imagining himself in some of those positions, helpless in front of Malachi, had gotten his cock hard and the damned thing wouldn’t give it a rest.
He wanted to touch himself but Malachi’s warning from last night kept echoing in his head.
Malachi didn’t want him to, so he wouldn’t.
He would, however, take himself the coldest shower in the history of mankind.
He had questions, lots and lots of questions.
There were some concerns, but nothing to make him uncomfortable.
This wasn’t a relationship, this was submission as a means for sexual gratification.
It was simple, not room for misunderstandings.
He was a toy for Malachi to play with and like in Toy Story , he wanted to be played with.
Whatever misgivings he might have…
he was going to be in that dining room at six o’clock, naked as the day he was born and ready to try .
“So, you want to play, do you, pup?” Malachi asked.
He’d found him, just like he’d hoped and prayed he would, kneeling in the dining room, naked, and trembling slightly from a deadly case of being terrified.
It was fucking intoxicating.
“Yes.”
Even his voice trembled slightly.
The Dom in Malachi fed on that beautiful fear.
It was like an aphrodisiac to his kind.
“Call me ‘Sir’ when we are at play, Justice. Not to do so will result in discipline.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good,” he complimented.
The boy’s usual playfulness had vanished.
He had his game face on.
The websites he’d had him exploring were factual…
and dark, just the way he liked it.
“Let’s talk about your kneeling position. The proper waiting position will be more like this…” He straightened the boy’s back and nudged his head until his chin rested against his chest.
Since he was already kneeling on his knees with his ass resting on his heels, he was part of the way there.
“Spread your knees wider apart for me. Always keep them wide so that your master can have unrestricted view of your cock and balls.”
Malachi watched as Justice struggled to spread his knees to the appropriate width and, at the same time, fight the wave of embarrassment that Malachi knew was probably washing over him at the moment.
There was no room for embarrassment in the playroom, the boy would learn that soon enough.
“Where do you think your hands need to be, Justice?”
His hands were currently resting in front of his cock, blocking his master’s view of one of his most prized possessions.
“Not here?”
Malachi chuckled.
“Correct, not there,” he answered.
“Some masters prefer you to lace them behind your back and rest them right above your ass but I prefer you place them behind your head.” He positioned his arms to where they bent at the elbows, stretched out from his body, with his hands laced behind his head.
“Shoulders back. Good.”
He walked around him, admiring how erotically beautiful he looked from each and every angle.
The boy was sheer perfection, breathtaking in his manly beauty…
in his submission.
The poor kid’s cock was already leaking and they hadn’t even started the night’s games yet.
“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he complimented and was rewarded with a pretty blush.
“This is your waiting position, Justice. I’ll always let you know when I’ll expect this from you. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you comfortable?”
Justice frowned.
Comfortable?
He was buck ass naked with his cock and balls hanging out there for the entire world to see…
and kneeling in front of a man.
Nope, not comfortable at all .
Was that the question, though?
His knees didn’t hurt.
The position wasn’t uncomfortable.
Hell, he was already confused.
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“Good answer. Why don’t you know?”
“I guess I don’t understand the question, Sir.”
“How does it make you feel to be in this position?”
Justice thought about it.
“Exposed and vulnerable.” He took a deep breath.
“Sexy and powerful.”
“ Very good answer.” Malachi smiled again.
Hell, his face might even get used to this new and weird feeling.
Megan would probably think it was sexier than fuck.
“Stand up and walk over to the edge of the table, facing it.”
Malachi retrieved the pillow and restraints he had tucked away in the coffee table’s hidden compartment.
When he turned back around, Justice had followed his instructions and was standing in front of the huge (and sturdy) dining room table.
He was clearly trying to determine if he needed to bend over it or stand in front of it.
The kid wanted so much, he just didn’t know exactly what to want.
“Because you are new to this, I suspect tonight is going to be rather difficult for you. If you don’t feel comfortable with what I am doing, you can say ‘yellow’ which means you want me to slow down and explain something to you. After I explain, you can determine ‘red’ or ‘green’. If, at any time, you want me to stop something, you only need to say ‘red’. Do you understand the rules?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Repeat them to me.”
“Green means go. Yellow means slow. Red means stop.”
“Yellow means we discuss your fears and then decide how to proceed. It might be something you don’t want to do and yellow will become red.”
“I’m not going to say ‘red’,” he answered firmly and then added a quick, “Sir.”
“Yes, pretty one, you will say ‘red’…many, many times. I assure you of this fact.” As he talked, he placed the pillow, fluffy and large, onto the edge of the table.
The pretty boy gulped.
“Lay face down on the table and position yourself to where the pillow will hoist your pretty ass high up in the air for me.”
Justice felt a bright blush stain his face but at the same type, a nervous excited flutter started in his chest, dropped to his stomach, and then zoomed straight to his cock.
Even Malachi’s tone was a delicious pheromone to his sexual senses.
He could do this, he wanted to do this.
No pink fuzzies to kill his libido when Malachi was in charge.
The sturdy table didn’t budge in the least when he bent over the edge and rested his hips and cock on the pillow.
His feet remained planted on the floor, legs spread slightly, and his upper body rested flatly against the cold wood.
He felt like a fucking fool…
until he looked into Malachi’s violet eyes.
There was a steely hotness residing there that caused him to quiver with desire unlike any he had ever experienced.
This man, arrogant bastard that he was, was going to give him exactly what he’d been searching for.
Malachi’s posture remained rigid and cool, but just watching his boy display himself so innocently had pretty much knocked him on his ass.
When Megan looked at him, her eyes were filled with an unconditional love he didn’t feel like he deserved but wanted it so fucking bad he strove to make himself be the man she deserved to have.
When Justice looked at him, his eyes were filled with an innocent trust he hadn’t earned yet…
but he would.
His heart was pounding as he removed the doggy style locking spreader he needed for his Justice’s first real introduction into the world of domination and submission.
He showed the restraint harness to Justice and explained, “This is a fairly simple restraining device that I intend to use on your during our dinner. Red, green, or yellow?”
Justice tilted his head and tried, unsuccessfully, to understand how the restraining device was going to work.
He was clueless but not at all intimidated.
Big man was going to have to pull out something much scarier than that to get him to red light.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good.” Malachi immediately moved to begin strapping the boy into the harness set that would put that gorgeous body in a tantalizing vulnerable position.
Leather restraints were attached to his wrists and then to his ankles and then he bent his legs backwards and attached the metal hooks of the ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs together.
When they were secured together, he locked the spreader bar into place between his legs and then attached the chains from his wrist and ankle locking mechanism to the hook in the bar.
The end results were magnificent, the boy breathtakingly exposed to whatever he had planned.
It was a version of hog-tying, but sexier.
“Beautiful,” he complimented as he arranged the pillow into a better position, raising that bubble ass higher than it had been seconds ago.
“Comfortable?”
“No, Sir,” Justice answered quickly.
“I feel like a fucking fool.” He glanced back over his shoulder and, at Malachi’s frown, quickly added, “Sir.”
“You need to become comfortable with me putting your body into vulnerable positions. I enjoy having a clear view of this ass,” he touched it lovingly and then slapped it soundly.
“I’ll want to be able to tug or pinch these balls until you won’t be able to stop the tears from streaming down that pretty face, but you’ll beg for even more.” Instead of pinching or tugging, he stroked the heavy balls with his fingertips.
Justice’s hiss of pleasure brought a rush of power flowing through his veins.
He went back to his coffee table of goodies and pulled out some lube and a rather small vibrating butt plug.
This might be the moment of truth.
If the kid red lighted him over some ass play, he would be crushed…
as would Megan.
“This is a butt plug, Justice. Do you have a problem with me gradually starting to stretch your hole so that you’ll eventually be able to take my cock up inside that tight channel?”
Justice knew his eyes widened as he checked out the intimidating plug Malachi presented to him.
Sure, the man had called it small but since nothing else had ever gone there…
hell, it looked pretty big to him.
He knew he had urges to be dominated physically and sexually.
When Malachi had started spanking his bare ass last night, every ounce of blood in his body had rushed straight to his cock and he’d almost come with the first fiery swat.
Fuck, but he even found himself growing seriously turned on by being all hog-tied and spread wide.
But could he take it up the ass?
Would it feel good?
Could it feel good?
“I’m good with the plug, Sir.” Justice knew his eyes tracked every move Malachi made as the man closed the distance, plug in hand, and he figured he probably had a ‘deer in the headlights’ look on his face.
He nearly broke his fucking neck trying to look behind him when Malachi finally got out of his vision range.
When he looked back, he wasn’t one hundred percent he liked what he saw, legs tied to his wrists, legs spread wide, and ass straight up in the air…
not to mention the man standing between spread legs covering a plug with lube.
Hell, dude, add lots of lube, he thought with a grimace .
“Look straight ahead, Justice. Relax and take deep breaths.” Using one hand, he spread those cute cheeks and placed the tip of the plug up against the puckered, virgin hole.
He wasn’t surprised to feel the boy’s entire body tense up.
“Don’t be such a baby, Justice. It’s a small plug. Relax for me or give me a red light.”
“I’m not going to red light!” Justice snapped.
Malachi slid the plug straight in, lodged deep so the bulb at the tip was inside, locking it firmly in place.
“Sir!” he added with a shocked yelp.
The only sound in the room was Justice’s heavy breathing as he tried to acclimate himself to the strange sensation of having something wedged…
where something shouldn’t be.
It felt full, tight, and strangely pleasant.
It wasn’t painful, not like he’d expected.
It was just…
there.
Malachi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the vision of beautiful submission displayed in front of him.
The tip of the plug stuck outside of the puckered hole, stretching it slightly.
It was so utterly vanilla that he wouldn’t normally even trouble himself with a toy this size, but Justice was squirming and sputtering like he was impaled on an eight inch cock instead of an itsy bitsy butt plug.
The innocent squirming was almost more than Malachi could handle.
He wanted to fuck that virgin ass and give him something to squirm and moan about.
Instead of fulfilling his own fantasies, he gently patted an ass cheek and walked into the kitchen, leaving Justice alone on the table…
spread and plugged.
Justice heard Malachi’s footsteps and then he heard nothing.
He twisted his head from side to side, searching for the man that had trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey with the giblets still crammed up its ass but saw nobody.
The fucker had left him alone.
The fucker had left him alone !
“Malachi! This isn’t fucking funny! You’d better get your ass back in here and untie me!” He twisted and tugged at the restraints but his movements only succeeded in causing the plug to jostle around inside of him.
He felt like a fucking fool.
He’d trusted the fucker and the bastard had just toyed with him, put him a position to humiliate him.
“Settle, Justice,” Malachi said calmly when he walked back into the room, carrying a platter of grilled steak and steamed vegetables.
His other hand held a bottle of red wine.
“Unless I give you permission, you need to remain perfectly still and hold whatever position I’ve put you in.” He talked calmly as he spread out their dinner for the evening.
Pouring himself a glass of wine, he sat in the empty chair at the dining table and began cutting the tender steak.
Justice blinked several times, wishing he could use his hands to punch the smug smile off the arrogant bastard.
Malachi looked so fucking in control.
His presence soothed him immediately.
His cheek rested against the cold wood of the table as he studied Malachi’s movements.
How could that bastard making cutting steak look so sexy?
“Have you settled down?” Malachi popped a piece of steak in his mouth and savored the tasty juices.
“If we are going to play, you are going to need to trust me. Trust is the most important aspect of this type of relationship. I realize I haven’t had the opportunity to earn that yet, but you have to meet me half way. Don’t automatically suspect something negative. When I do something to you…to your body, it is to bring pleasure to both of us. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
Malachi cut another piece of steak and reached over and bumped it against Justice’s lips, nodding for him to open up.
“Suck the juice off my fingers,” he ordered and nodded an approval when the boy obeyed.
“I thought we could spend some time talking over dinner, getting to know each other better. How does that sound?”
Justice frowned.
This wasn’t exactly like any dinner he’d ever participated in.
He didn’t suppose Malachi needed to be reminded that he was buck ass naked, hog-tied, and a plug crammed up his ass…
but somebody needed to remind him!
“Are you planning on leaving me like this? Over dinner? While we chit-chat?”
Malachi sat quietly, eating his steak and ignoring his boy.
One bite and then another.
He took another sip of wine that left him savoring the rich flavors of Dante’s expensive stock.
Hell, he didn’t really like wine, more of a beer man himself, but wine seemed to fit the evening.
“Sir,” Justice finally added.
“I forgot to say Sir, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. Yes, I plan on leaving you like this over dinner. It’s a very beautiful and enticing vision for me. I’ll make certain you are fed properly, don’t worry.”
Yea, like being fed was anywhere in the top list of ten things he was currently worried about .
“Okay, Sir.”
“So, Justice, we determined we don’t think you are gay, correct?”
Justice pondered the question.
Hell, he’d asked himself that about a million times since the first second Malachi had slapped those cuffs on him at the bar.
He didn’t think he was gay.
He damn sure knew he still wanted to fuck girls…
lots of girls.
There was no doubting that, but…
he was pretty sure he wanted Malachi.
The man did weird things to parts of his body that normally just belonged to tits and ass bodies.
“Yes, Sir. I really dig pussy. I like to touch it, fuck it, taste it, play with it…”
“I understand. You like pussy,” he deadpanned.
“Bisexual then?”
Justice’s brow crinkled as he struggled with the simple question like he’d never considered the possibility of him being into both men and women.
His teeth nibbled his bottom lip and Malachi felt his cock begin to grow.
There were numerous levels to his boy.
At times, he was arrogant and annoying, other times, he was innocent and shy.
It was a dangerous combination.
“I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never wanted another dude before, never even really checked anybody out as far as I know…but I know my body responds to you. It has since I laid eyes on you that first time in the airport. You’re domineering and arrogant and it turns me the fuck on. Does that make me bisexual?”
Malachi almost smiled.
“I guess we’ll see soon enough, won’t we? You enjoyed your spanking last night, didn’t you?”
Pink tinged the tips of Justice’s ears.
“Yes, Sir. I’m pretty sure anybody within a one mile radius was aware of that.”
“You admit that you’ve researched the lifestyle on the internet, but have you ever tried it before? Have you allowed someone else to spank that pretty ass of yours, make it turn deliciously red while it squirms?” The answer had fucking better be no !
If another man had touched this, Malachi couldn’t be responsible for his actions.
“It’s exactly what got my ass in the sling to begin with. I had booked a session with a dominatrix. I’d looked some shit up on the internet and I knew I liked the idea of submitting to someone…I just thought it was going to be a female. When I wasn’t really feeling it that day, I had started to think maybe I’d been wrong. Then you waltzed into my world and knocked my ass for a fucking loop. Sir.”
“You were seeing a dominatrix when you witnessed the murders?” Malachi snapped.
He was fucking tired of not having all the facts.
How the hell did Justice’s father not think it was important that he know the kid might be into the scene?
Christopher knew that he and Dante were into BDSM.
Hell, he was pretty sure Christopher was too.
Justice snorted.
“I was naked and kneeling, but that was as far as it had gotten. She had all this pink fuzzy shit in her room and it was royally giving my cock a buzz kill.” He blushed, feeling stupid.
“My dad only knew I was there paying for sex. Trust me, that rocked his world enough without me telling him I’d planned on getting myself all tied up and spanked.”
Malachi huffed out a laugh but quickly disguised it as a snort.
“I can imagine. So, you’ve suspected you were interested in the BDSM scene. That’s interesting and exciting. Did the websites I asked you to look at today arouse you? Scare you?” Malachi fed him another piece of steak and then discreetly slipped his hand into his pocket and clicked the remote hidden there, turning the vibrating plug on.
“Shit!” Justice nearly bucked off the table when the plug started wiggling in his ass.
“Fuck,” he moaned when the first wave of delicious pleasure sent a zinger straight to his cock and balls.
In a matter of seconds, it felt like a fucking Fourth of July fireworks show going off on his lower half.
This time, Malachi didn’t try to hide his smile.
“You like?”
“Y-y-yes, Sir. That feels fucking unbelievable.” He wiggled his ass uncontrollably as the vibrations started buzzing against a sweet spot inside of him.
Malachi reached for the crop that had been hanging on the back of his chair and smacked Justice’s squirming ass, leaving a crimson red streak across his left ass cheek.
“Remain still, Justice. I didn’t give you permission to shake that ass.”
“Ouch! Damn that stings.” He wanted to massage his burning ass cheek but couldn’t.
More than that, he wanted to wiggle his ass to try and get the plug to hit that special spot again.
Obediently, he settled back down with a groan of disappointment.
“It’s supposed to sting.” He paused, holding his breath and feeling incredibly insecure.
It wasn’t a feeling he was accustomed to.
He’d taken many submissives in his life, rejected even more than that but none of them had ever been important to him.
He knew there was always another in line behind them, wanting to submit to his whip.
Justice was different.
He wanted this boy, he wanted the kid for him and Megan.
“Answer my question, please.”
“Uh…yes and no? I saw some things that were definitely interesting and I saw some things that were definitely scary.” He chuckled.
“Hell, I saw some things that I wouldn’t have ever believed were even possible. Did you know that some people put…put, eh, metal rods in their dicks?” He whispered the last part like speaking it out loud might make one magically appear in his own cock.
“Of course.”
Justice’s head thumped against the table.
“Uh oh. I had really hoped that would surprise you, maybe make you grimace or something that told me you were anti cock torture.”
He couldn’t hold the smile back.
“I’m sorry, pup, I’m one hundred percent in support of cock torture.”
“Well, hell.”
“No, more like heaven if done properly,” Malachi countered with a cock of his brow.
“So you did your research. You saw some fun things and some scary things, but you still came to the dining room at six. Am I safe in assuming you have decided you do want to continue learning more?” He stepped away from the table and moved to stand behind Justice again.
The view there was beautiful but, more importantly, Justice wouldn’t be able to see the raw need that he was certain was obviously visible on his face.
His need made him feel weak…
This time Justice snorted in a very unsubmissive gesture.
“I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m interested in learning more. I mean, I’m ass up, here.”
“Would you be interested in training to be a submissive to me and my fiancé? Submit to both of us?” He tried to sound fucking casual when his heart was thundering like a racehorse rounding the final turn at the Kentucky Derby.
Justice tried to turn around to see Malachi, but he was too far out of sight.
“You have a fiancé?” he squeaked in disbelief.
“You’re surprised I’m not gay?” Malachi asked drily.
He was bisexual and not ashamed of it.
“I’m surprised somebody else likes you. Dude, you are a strict, antisocial, stick to the plan, hard-ass kind of guy. It’s just kind of shocking that there’s another person in the world willing to put up with your shit like I am.” Justice still couldn’t see Malachi but could have sworn he heard the man laugh.
Well, not exactly a laugh but maybe a low-level chuckle.
“Is she hot?”
Riding crop hit his ass five times in a row, fucking hard licks that were meant to make a point.
“Fuck! Okay, I get it, Sir . I was just kidding.”
“She’s fucking beautiful,” Malachi answered softly.
“She’s goodness and light, a fucking saint loving a strict, antisocial, stick to the plan, hard-ass kind of guy. Her life has been pretty shitty, but she fucking faces each challenge and doesn’t stop until she succeeds. She’s hard and soft. She’ll probably whip your ass and push your limits even further than me, but cuddle with you afterwards.” He frowned as he realized that other than with Megan or Dante, he didn’t share much of his inner self…
but he wanted to add Justice to that list.
Fucking bastard kid was softening him up.
Susannah said Megan had him pussy-whipped.
What would she say about what Justice was doing to him?
“You love her?” Justice asked softly.
He liked to tease Malachi about being a hard-ass and act like he was an old man, but it was all teasing.
There was an inner strength to the man that made you feel confident that he was a man who would possess impressive character traits.
He suspected Malachi was loyal, loved unconditionally, and would protect what was his with his last breath of life.
He wanted to belong to that .
That would help him…
stop his ridiculous triggers and worrisome behaviors.
He wanted Malachi to own him.
“I love her.”
Justice had wanted to submit to Malachi since the man had tossed him over his shoulder at the club.
Add the mysterious Megan into the mix, and he was over the moon ready to begin training.
The idea of submitting to two dominants…
hell fucking yea!
The fact that one of them was a woman sweetened his honey pot for certain.