Chapter 10
When he walked in the door Rebel was at the stove cooking a couple of burgers. He walked over to him after getting a bright smile from the man. “Smells good.”
“Hope you don’t mind me helping myself but I thought you might be hungry after your sheriffing.”
Jack wasn’t hungry at all. There was a knot in his stomach taking up all the room so no food would fit. Jack turned Rebel around and looked into those beautiful green eyes. “So what were you doing today? I mean before you came here.”
Rebel shrugged. “I moved all of the stuff out of the guest room, and put up tape so I can start painting. Why?”
Jack could tell Rebel was suspicious of the question. “No reason.”
“What was the call about?”
Jack pulled him close and smelled his hair. It smelled of green apple shampoo and mountain air. “A break-in. Probably some kids.”
As Rebel pulled back Jack saw his smile and wondered if he had been wrong. There was no guilt in the younger man’s face. “Do you think maybe I should get a deadbolt for my aunt’s house? I’d hate to put all that work in and have some stupid kids come in and fuck it all up.”
“Yeah might be a good idea.” He kissed Rebel hard then moved to the cabinet to pull out dishes for their meal. Rebel went back to cooking and started whistling.
“He didn’t do it. You know he didn’t,” Martin said as he sat on the corner of the table the way he always had.
Jack looked at him and nodded before he turned back to get the silverware. Rebel put the burgers on the buns and asked, “Mustard? Mayo? Onion?”
Jack shook his head, “None of the above. I just take it plain.”
Rebel seemed to sense that something was wrong with Jack and said, “Listen if you are too tired I could go home and we can try this again tomorrow.”
No, hell no, he didn’t want Rebel to go. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
Jack watched Rebel’s cock jump in his pants and he smiled. Rebel blushed furiously and served their food then took a seat before he said, “You are pushy.”
“I’m a Dom it comes with the title.”
The burger was delicious; Rebel had added the perfect amount of spice to it. Not once during the meal did he act in any way guilty for the break in. He knew what he had to do to ease his mind that Rebel wasn’t just a fucking sociopath that could look him in the eye and not have any guilt. As soon as they were finished eating and cleaning up together Jack pulled Rebel into a hot kiss, holding tight to the sides of his head. When he pulled back he said, “Downstairs. It’s time I show you my bench.”
Rebel visibly shuttered making Jack smile. “You gonna hurt me?”
Not even blinking Jack answered, “Yes, but in a controlled and good way.”
Rebel nodded and Jack took his hand leading him to the stairs and down. Once in the room Jack told him to strip out of the jeans and t-shirt and he did. His mouth filling with water Jack felt his cock grow just at the sight of his body. Rebel was special, so special, and whether he did vandalize the home or not, he was sure that he could make him see that he no longer had to strike out in that way. He was finally safe and home and he would be cherished like he had never imagined. Jack took his hand and brought him over to the bench, closing his eyes for a moment willing the memories of his beloved Martin strapped down there, writhing in pain and ecstasy away. He had new memories to make and he was going to start right that minute.
“Lie over the top of it and put your hands to the sides.” Rebel hesitated for a moment then did as he was told. He lay down and turned his head to the side and Jack smiled when he saw Rebel’s eyes were clamped shut. His whole body was wired, muscles jumping under his skin and his legs shaking as they hung over the end waiting for Jack to strap them down. Jack attached the leather cuffs to Rebel’s ankles and wrists then the strap over his back just above his hips. The whole time touching Rebel and cooing soft words to him.
“You have two safe words. Yellow is to slow what I’m doing, ease up a bit and red stops everything. Use them if you have to but don’t unless you absolutely need them but if you need them say them. You have to put your trust in me. Trust that I will know how far to take you and I need to trust that you will safeword if things get too much.”
Rebel nodded but Jack said, “No, don’t just nod, tell me. Say the words, repeat them to me.”
“Red is stop yellow is slow.”
“Good boy.”
Finally Rebel’s eyes opened as he said, “I’m not a boy.”
Jack bent down to whisper in his ear, “You’re my boy.”
Jack went to the cabinet and pulled out his favorite flogger. Just the weight of it in his hand brought memories flooding over him. The sounds of Martin screaming, the smell of his cum, the sight of his light skin covered in red welts. Martin had lived for the flogger but for Rebel it would be much different. For Rebel this was going to be hard work.
He walked over to Rebel whose body was still so tense he looked as though he could snap in two. “Relax baby. Relax and go with it. I’m going to make you fly.” He let the tails of the flogger caress over Rebel’s back from his shoulder blades to his ass which was clenched tight. “Relax Rebel.”
“Okay, okay.”
The first hit with the flogger came across Rebel’s upper back and he let out a loud wail. “Say yes sir not okay.”
“Y-yes sir!”
“Good boy.” He brought the tails down again, a little harder, across his lower back and again Rebel cried out. Jack set a steady rhythm after that, never striking the same place twice so he didn’t break the skin. Speaking of skin, Rebel’s was turning a beautiful shade of red. Angry welts covered him and his screams shook the room. By the time Jack had made it down to Rebel’s calves his boy was sobbing loudly and begging him to stop.
“Please Jack, I mean sir please, it hurts!”
“I know it hurts baby you need for it to hurt. Let all of it out, all of your anger and pain. Let it out for me. Embrace the pain and let it help you fly.”
oooOooo
The sting was nearly unbearable. Nearly. Each slap of the leather tails brought him far away from himself. The pain was so new and he was no stranger to pain but this was different. Jack was right, it was controlled and deliberate. The more lashes Jack gave him the more the endorphins released and he was on a high like he’d never experienced before. He felt his cock grow harder with each slap and the sounds coming from his own throat were foreign to his ear. They sounded more animal that human and when his tears started to fall the felt like cold glass trailing down his face.
“Tell me baby. Tell me how it feels.”
Form words? Did Jack really expect him to form words? He did though but all he did was sob out, “Good sir. It feels good.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Did he? The licks of the leather came to the side of his thigh and whipped around to just above his knee. “No sir I want more!”
Jack’s hand caressed over his raw ass and he said, “Good boy.” He stopped the lashes for a moment as he bent down to Rebel’s ear. “Can you take ten more? Harder than I have been hitting you.”
There was no fucking way he could take ten more but he heard himself saying, “Yes, sir!”
“Count them off for me then.” He brought it down hard right across Rebel’s back and Rebel’s head flew back screaming.
“One!”
It hurt so badly and it hurt so good. Each time he called out a number he saw the end getting closer and he started to feel like he was leaving his body. Every cell inside of him was thrumming and the world began to wave and float with him. His sight was blurred with the fresh tears gathering in his eyes and his voice was someone else’s. He didn’t know where the sounds were coming from.
When Jack got to ten he was gone. There was no bench under him, no straps on him. He was flying and didn’t even feel Jack undoing the straps and pulling him into his lap until he felt Jack’s lips against his.
“That’s it baby, fly for me.” Jack’s hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and he yelled out as he came in long ropes all over Jack’s hand and his own lap. “Good boy. My boy. Mine.”
Jack carried him up the stairs like he weighed nothing and put him into bed. He didn’t even know it when he fell asleep but when he woke Jack was there, holding him close and kissing over his face.
“Sorry,” he said against Jack’s lips.
“Sorry for what baby?”
Rebel tried to sit up but his ass was on fire and throbbing deep. “Ouch.”
Chuckling Jack said, “You’ll feel it for days. It will remind you of what happened and what is to come for you.”
He broke out in chills then and his cock jumped, filling quickly. The thought of being tied and beaten, as much as he would have laughed in anyone’s face if they would have told him he would enjoy such a thing was so fucking erotic he asked Jack, “Can you fuck me now?”
“You read my mind.”
Rebel was on his back and his legs were spread for him as Jack reached over to get a condom out of the drawer. He slicked his sheathed cock with lube and Rebel started shaking with need. He needed the closeness that came with sex and the look of pure lust in Jack’s eyes made him whimper with it.
In moments Jack was filling him with his thick long cock and Rebel’s eyes closed so he could do nothing but feel. The man inside of him, stretching him, the burn and ache of his skin and the stubbled face against his combined to make Rebel rush towards orgasm. When Jack spoke he rushed faster.
“That’s it baby you took my whips now take my cock. My good boy.”
Jack’s hands took Rebel’s wrists above his head as Jack thrust harder. It felt so fucking good having Jack pounding into him, his hot breath on his neck and his soft lips kissing after he bit and sucked a mark. He was being marked by the older man, being claimed and it felt amazing. No other man who had fucked him or who he’d fucked had ever made him so aroused, so incredible and he found himself wanting to stay, make Apishipa Creek his home but as soon as the thought came in he pushed it away. What was he thinking that he would be the man’s new husband? That they could have a life together?
No fucking way. This was going to be fun while he got the house sold and then he was gone before Jack showed his true colors and kicked him to the curb.
“Jack I’m going to come, oh fuck don’t stop please!”
Jack didn’t stop he just fucked him deeper, grinding into his sore ass with each thrust. It was so good, it was so fucking good he didn’t ever want to stop but Jack had other ideas.
“Come baby…come for me and then you are going to drink mine.”
That lust filled husky voice vibrated through him and brought on his climax. He struggled against Jack’s strong grip and arched high off of the mattress as he shot and Jack purred in his ear telling him how beautiful he was when he was being fucked. No one had ever said the things to him that Jack said and he came all the harder for his Dom, came until he thought he would pass out but there was no time for that. Before his orgasm could wane Jack pulled out of him and quickly crawled up his body until he straddled Rebel’s chest, stripping the condom off and stroking his big cock.
“Open your mouth and take my cum.”
Fuck! When he said shit like that Rebel felt like a thousand bolts of lightning were all striking at once right on his balls. He opened his mouth wide while staring into Jack’s dark eyes and the first burst of spunk hit right in the center of his tongue. It tasted so good. He tasted so good. He could live off of Jack’s salty bitter semen and he swallowed the first rope just before Jack shot another and then another.
“Good boy.”
Rebel licked his lips and smiled. “That was great man.”
“Sir.”
Laughing he said, “Sir.”
Jack surprised him then and by the look on his face surprised himself as well. “Stay.”
Rebel knew what he meant but he acted like he didn’t. “I think I would have a hard time getting on my bike right now anyway so yeah I’ll stay the night.”
Jack stared at him and swung his leg over then laid next to him and forcing his head over so he could look right into Rebel’s eyes. “I want you to stay in town. We have some things to work out but I want you to stay.”
Rebel looked away and Jack didn’t stop him. “I can’t. I always seem to wear out my welcome anyplace I am for too long.”
oooOooo
“Stay.”
“He wants to. You can tell he wants to stay with you. Convince him.” Jack looked over at Martin who was standing to the side of the bed. He wanted to cry right then or scream. If only Martin had stayed…had lived then he wouldn’t have anything to wonder about. His life would be like it should be.
“I want to. I do but I always fuck things up.”
Jack gathered him into his arms and held the man tight. There was so much behind those eyes, so much hurt and anger inside of the beauty that Rebel was wrapped in. Jack wanted to take it all away, help him deal with it and move on.
“He will let you move on too,” Martin said as he faded. Jack smiled at him but wanted to scream in sorrow as much as happiness.
“Stay. Give me a month to show you and convince you whether the house sells or not.”
He saw the struggle inside of Rebel and he felt his chilled heart warm at the sight and he knew then for sure that Rebel wasn’t the one who broke into the house. Rebel was a smart ass and someone who had to fight his way through life but he didn’t hide his emotions well.
“One month.”