Antidote (Don't)
Authors: Jack L. Pyke
Video footage of Jack sleeping with Cutter
, a man who has mutilated teenagers for his own pleasure, should have stayed dead and buried with the man who had filmed it. Yet when footage to Jack’s past starts appearing on Internet porn sites, Jack’s whole world is again turned on its head. At first the porn links are done to unsettle, to disrupt Jack’s fire and ice world: all the sexed-up adrenaline of being caught between the pleasure to Gray Raoul’s BDSM kink, and the gentleness of Jan Richards’ Vanilla touch. But when the content of the porn sites force even Gray to turn his back on Jack, leaving Jack isolated and away from the full protection of the Master’s Circle, Jack is left at the mercy of a group of men who are out to alter Jack’s whole perception on his BDSM lifestyle and the reality of being Jack Harrison. As brutally as possible, Jack’s sex life is now live webcam feed for a whole new audience. (M/M)
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Don’t...
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ANTIDOTE
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© Jack L. Pyke, 2014
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CREDITS
Editor: Rylan Hunter, D.M. Atkins
Cover Design: D.M. Atkins
Cover Photo: conrado and Mayer George at Shutterstock
Production Editor: Erika L Firanc
Proofreading: Kailin Morgan and Elizabeth Anne Tanner
SKU: JP2-000170-01 AMZ
ISBN: 978-1-62234-163-4
Published in the United States of America
This book is a work of fiction which contains explicit erotic content; it is intended for mature readers. Do not read this if it’s not legal for you.
All the characters, locations and events herein are fictional. While elements of existing locations or historical characters or events may be used fictitiously, any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental.
This story depicts fictional BDSM; it is not intended to be used as an instruction manual. It contains descriptions of erotic acts that may be immoral, illegal, or unsafe. The characters are not models for the Safe, Sane and Consensual forms embraced by most current practitioners of BDSM. The author takes license with the use of BDSM for dramatic effect. Do not take the events in this story as proof of the plausibility or safety of any particular practice.
To Vicki Howard and our NSFK morning coffee breaks. I’m there, honey, boots on the table, coffee mug in hand.
17. Straightening out the Kinks
20. The Taste of Things to Come
45. Mercedes, Mercedes Fucking Benz
Edge Me
“Hell is empty
And all the devils are here”
—Shakespeare.
The Tempest
Jan Richards
I fought back a chuckle, and I mean it was hard—so bloody hard not to let it go. Having Jack naked like this, it wasn’t usually something to chuckle at (and he’d probably swear enough to make even the devil cover his son’s ears if I did), but the reason behind
why
Jack was standing naked in front of me? In Gray’s bedroom? No good, I wouldn’t be able to keep it together much longer.
I could understand why Gray had done it. Mostly. He’d been away on government business for a few weeks, and me and Jack, we’d gotten to know each other in Gray’s bedroom, study, garage, pool... well, just about everywhere. And Gray hadn’t liked it. Considering he was the main aggressor behind our triad relationship, with all of his strong tastes of dominance, I could understand why being left out hadn’t gone down too well with him.
“Your fucking fault,” Jack had said just a few weeks back as Gray had returned that first night. Jack had looked good, trying to hide in Gray’s shadow. “Most normal people do the basic two-up, two-down with a small terraced house, but no, not you.” Jack gave one of those tough-guy sniffs, wiping his nose on the arm of his blue garage coveralls, trying to look not in the least bit threatened by his MI5 Intelligence Officer, and failing miserably in the process. “You’ve been ponced up in a manor, all butlers, pool guys, and all that shit, with more rooms than an orphanage.” He’d looked at me. “So give two poor, horny guys the order to ‘get to know each other,’ what
th’fuck
do you think we’re gonna do? I mean,” he said to Gray, “you don’t hand someone a game of Snakes and Ladders and not expect them to ride a few lengths—”
“Snakes,” I’d whispered quickly, nudging him. “You ride Snakes in Snakes and Ladders. Although it’s Chutes and Ladders over in America.”
“Seriously? Chutes?” Jack glanced at me, then tried so hard to stop smirking at Gray. “Yeah, not shoot off riding a few snakes.”
“
Jack,
” I whispered heatedly.
“What? I only mentioned the snakes. You—”
“Think you’re funny?” Gray looked far from impressed, especially since he hadn’t been able to get
in
on the Snakes and Ladders action. And as “Nottingham”, or whatever code he used with Jack to indicate government work, had called Gray away for
another
three weeks, Gray hadn’t gotten to see any action for a second time.
And, boy, had Jack caught the backlash. Starting the night he’d gone away for the second time, Gray left Jack in a state of lust that wasn’t to be broken.
The order was clear: “By all means make Jan come, in fact, you ensure you fucking do, but you don’t get off yourself.” I’d enjoyed the attention, don’t get me wrong, but poor Jack... this particular three-week lesson had left him somewhat worse for non-wear of some of his hardest attributes.
And tonight, Gray was back. Hence the whole cock-teasing point behind Jack’s grin.
“Bet you I make Gray come first,” said Jack in a hushed whisper, throwing me a wink as he stood opposite, occasionally edging closer to Gray’s bed as if that would hurry the sex along.
“You think?” I whispered back, keeping my voice as low as possible so Gray didn’t hear. Gray hadn’t been laid in over six weeks, Jack only three, but if Gray said come, even sperm did a mass exodus for fear of going one-on-one with the man. Jack was going down, and he was going down, in Jack’s words, hard-fucked style.
Giving a look back toward the bedroom door, Jack offered one of those
You’re on
half-smiles. If it wasn’t for the fact he was naked in front of me, trying his best to hide a blush that marked the beginning of his red-light district as he stroked his hard-on, looking so desperate to get laid, I would have chuckled. He just looked too goddamn sexy to laugh at. That and the fact I was busy fighting off stroking my own hard-on through the thickness of my jeans.
“So, hmmm, Gray.” I swallowed a very high-pitched bite to my tone as I shouted back over my shoulder, finding it hard to look away from Jack. “What... what’s this very—very—basic BDSM technique that Jack’s been re-learning over the past three weeks?”
Jack groaned and covered his face as Gray came out fresh from the shower. Gray graced us with a glance as cool air dried his toned nakedness, and lust hitched up a notch seeing him out of a suit.
With Jack, I swear he had that slight Italian hint to his look: black hair, dark tan, all off set by startling, fight-night grey eyes; whereas Gray, his Spanish connection carried most of his finery. Despite being half Welsh, he had the “Raoul” element: dark hair, olive skin that had such a hard muscle tone to it, topped off by ice-cool blue eyes, and this gorgeous shiver of fine dark hair that measured the tempting distance between navel and pubic hairline.
“Edging,” said Gray. “The ability to keep a sub in a heightened state of sexual arousal. Or in Jack terms: basic fucking self-control.” All humour had gone from his voice. “Which my Master sub there seems to lack in excessive amounts when you’re around him, Jan.”
So I failed to hold back my chuckle as Jack wished for divine intervention in the shape of a shovel, gardening gloves, and two to three acres of
just leave me th’ hell here to die alone
grassland. The past three weeks hadn’t been helped by Gray spending phone time with Jack, leaving Jack so close to orgasm that the poor sod was reduced to cold showers and reciting engine parts to stop himself coming around me; I think even I could strip an engine by now with the mechanic-prayer code Jack always seemed to use just to distract his mind from body. I wish to God I knew what Gray said to him, but Jack would get off the phone, looking torn between throwing me on the floor, tossing off, grabbing his mechanic prayer manual, or just falling at Gray’s virtual feet and pleading mercy. And I knew which one of those Gray was angling for. The phone talk was notched up with Jack having to strip, kneel on the floor at my feet, and bring himself to the point of orgasm, then stop, forcing him to go to bed more than frustrated, his dick dancing that
’scuse me, problem here
code on my ass as he spooned up to me.
“And stop trying to wind Jack up, Jan,” said Gray. “Get undressed.”
I gave Jack a soft grin, and he only shook his head at me as I shifted and pulled my T-shirt over my head. “Can I blame the Master?” I said, winking at him and starting on my jeans. “The Master sub is, after all, a reflection of the Master, isn’t he?” I stepped out of them, then made sure I folded my jeans over by my T-shirt after seeing Jack’s slight frown. “And if the Master Dom’s sub can’t last longer than five seconds with someone else, well,” I added, giving a flash of eye and hearing Jack’s mumbled protest, “what can I say?”
The breath was stolen from me as hands snuck around my waist, a cool, damp body pressing into mine as my dick was grabbed.
“Any time you wish to test out my training skills as a Master Dom again, Jan, you just give the word.” Gray’s grip on my dick was hard, not painful, but hurting in the fact it never moved up my bloody shaft like my dick demanded. Jack, that wicked curl to his lips, he had that
let me at him
look lowering his eyes.
“What’s the word, Jan?”
My hand fell on Gray’s to feel the thickness of my dick through the shape of his hand, then I offered Gray a tentative kiss, the thickness and length of his shaft pushing against my hip as he shifted and roughed the kiss up, forcing another groan from Jack and a secret smile from me.
