Bailey Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

In mutual bliss they arched into one another.

McBride was too far gone into blood and lust to stop. Thankfully his emotions weren’t engaged, but this was still inappropriate. He tried to discontinue one or both actions, but he couldn’t, not unless he moved away.

“None will know,” Caleb soothed. “I won’t tell a soul that you found pleasure with me if you give the same back to me.”

The act of blood drinking was arousing for both parties, but they were expected to handle themselves. This, touching the other intimately, was frowned upon between a master and slammer. But no matter what McBride told himself, he couldn’t let go of Caleb’s cock. He was so hot and sweaty that his fist slid effortlessly up and down his prick. In time to his sips, they rocked their hips, pumping their cocks into one another’s large hands.

After licking the wound closed, McBride tore his mouth away and yanked himself from Caleb’s grasp right before he climaxed. Caleb was not so lucky. The last yank of McBride’s fist caused him to release.

“You bastard!” Caleb tried to stop the flow, but there was no hope. Creamy jets poured from the tip of his prick. Enraged but driven to finish, Caleb furiously stroked his cock until the climax was over.

Breathing hard, he looked up from a lowered face. His dangerous green eyes were filled with vengeance. “I will have your satisfaction on my hands. Mark my words, McBride. You will cream for me.”

“Can we continue now?” Bailey had enjoyed lying with Ferris, but he was hard again and ready to know what it felt like to mount him. While they waited for McBride to return, Bailey had been touching all over Ferris’s beautiful body, loving the fact that his companion had very sensitive earlobes and surprisingly soft skin under his arms. Unlike Bailey himself, Ferris had no hair there at all, which was why he’d been fondling him in that area, but then Ferris had moaned low and sexy, so Bailey continued to caress him all along that place. He was glad they had been told to wait, or he wouldn’t have discovered all the arousing spots on his mate’s form.

“Yes.” McBride didn’t look relieved, and he also didn’t remove his shoes and pants this time. Clearly, he wasn’t staying long.

Normally, after McBride fed he was flushed with color and quite relaxed, but not this time. His cock was still hard, and although his color was high, it wasn’t the normal glow he got from a full feeding. Bailey wondered which one of his brothers had failed so miserably to satisfy their owner. Bailey would happily offer out himself, but he didn’t think McBride wanted to feed anymore tonight. Besides, if he wanted something, he would ask. It was wrong for Bailey to presume to know what his master required.

“Come back to the edge of the bed, Ferris, and hold yourself open so the dilator can be removed. Bailey? You will kneel on the floor between his legs, just as you were before.”

Once they were in position, McBride handed Bailey a small cloth. “Now, grasp the base of the tool.”

Bailey did as instructed. He marveled at how Ferris quivered.

“Tug upon the base, but do so slowly and gently. You don’t wish to hurry and hurt him.”

As Bailey pulled the device from Ferris’s bottom, he saw how much it had expanded within him. Splitting his attention from his work and Ferris’s face, Bailey ensured he did not harm his companion. By the time he removed the tool completely, he realized the silver cylinder had expanded to the rough dimensions of his prick. Intellectually, Bailey knew this was because of science and not magic, but he still found the entire thing rather magical.

“You see? Now he can accommodate you without undue pain.”

Bailey wrapped the item in the cloth and rose to throw it away.

“I suggest you keep it.”

“Why? Will he have to use the toy each time?” Bailey hoped not. That had to have been the longest hour of his life.

“Only once unless you go a very long time without penetration, but you can use the device to add pleasure to your encounters.”

“Oh.” Bailey set it aside. “You will show us that, too?”

“I will tell you.” McBride urged Bailey back down to his knees. “Now, he is opened and greased. But you don’t want to rush right in and fill him. Take your time. Make sure that he hungers for your cock.”

Bailey leaned up, pressing his prick against the sweet little pucker of his companion. Even after the device, the entrance was still very tight and made a snug ring against the tip of Bailey’s prick.

Ferris sighed and parted his legs wider.

“Hold his legs open. You’ll find it will fill you with a feeling of power to spread his legs for your invading cock.”

When Bailey grasped Ferris’s ankles and opened his arms, he did indeed feel strong. Ferris lifted his hands above his head in surrender, furthering Bailey’s feeling of triumph. It was curious because Bailey had no wish to harm his companion, but the notion of conquering him was deeply pleasing. In a flash, Bailey realized this was similar to the feeling he’d had when he’d been standing with Ferris sucking on his cock.

“Slowly, press your way inside. Remember how his body willingly drew the greaser inside? It will do the same to your cock if you take your time and move unhurriedly.”

Bailey wanted to thrust hard and fast and fill his companion in a rush, but he followed McBride’s instructions. No matter how much he had to strain to do so, he did as he was told. With excruciating slowness, Ferris’s body sucked his cock inside. It was an astonishing feeling. Ferris was tight, hot, and slick. This was even better than having his mouth around the tip of his prick, which Bailey had thought was the best feeling ever. Eventually, Bailey was fully within and trembling from excitement.

“My first. My very first time.” Bailey looked down as Ferris looked up. He realized that they had lost their virginity to one another, which somehow made the moment even sweeter.

“Let go of his legs so that he can wrap them around your hips.”

With slowly blinking and dreamy eyes, Ferris looked up at Bailey as he embraced him with his legs.

“Does it feel good to you?” Bailey asked. The answer seemed obvious, but sometimes Bailey wondered if his perceptions were accurate.

“Yes, my companion. You feel so very good inside me.” Ferris nodded and flashed Bailey a wide smile.

Bailey wondered then what it would feel like to have Ferris inside his bottom. When he asked McBride, he smiled rather wanly.

“There are those who would tell you that only the slammer penetrates the thrall and never the other way around.”

“Oh.” Bailey felt disappointed, and Ferris looked as if he were, too.

“However, I am not one of them.” McBride patted Bailey’s shoulder as if to reassure him. “What you do in your bedroom is your own business. If you find you like to have him lick you there, have him tease a finger inside. If that is pleasurable, try the dilator, but be sure to clean it well first and follow the same procedure.”

Bailey made a mental note of what his master said, but also, he couldn’t help but notice McBride seemed frustrated. Not by what Bailey and Ferris were doing, but by something else. In a burst of insight, Bailey thought he understood what was wrong. McBride was determined to get all seven brothers companions when he hadn’t even indulged himself at a grindhouse in months. Bailey was touched that McBride was obviously putting the needs of his men before himself. There weren’t many landed gentrymen who would do the same. In fact, his prior owner, McBride’s father, had been a ripe prick who seemed to only care about his own needs. His companion was the one who bought them and then gave them to McBride’s father, but the man seemed disinterested in anything that took him out of his massive house. Thankfully, the son wasn’t even remotely the same as the father.

“Focus on your companion, not me.” McBride pushed gently against the side of Bailey’s face until he was once again looking down at Ferris.

“Sorry. I was just grateful to you for what you have done. I wished that I could give you something in return.”

McBride ruffled his hair, something that hadn’t been done to Bailey in ages. It was sweet and made Bailey feel cherished. McBride’s father had never fed from Bailey, but his companion had. That man, Jonas, had been distant but not cruel. He wouldn’t grab Bailey or do anything untoward, but he just seemed not to care and hurriedly drank. McBride never rushed a feeding. He took his time and allowed Bailey to stroke himself to climax. McBride said Bailey’s pleasure made his blood sweeter. Bailey wondered if that were true. He would know soon because tonight he would feed from his very own companion.

In anticipation, his teeth had protruded a bit from his gums. They hurt and itched in alternating waves. Since this was his first encounter, his teeth might not extend all the way, but that would be okay. It would take a while for his body to adjust. Some slammers went their whole lives without a companion to feed on. Bailey imagined their blood became very sour for their masters. Perhaps McBride would ultimately be served by getting all of his slammers companions. In the end, they would supply him with more and better blood. But Bailey didn’t think that was McBride’s only motivation. He seemed to genuinely care about the happiness of the Morgan brothers, because if he didn’t, he certainly wouldn’t have spent all his free time instructing Bailey in the ways of a man with his mate.

The only problem Bailey saw was the issue of Caleb. He shivered. After what Caleb had done to the mechanical man, Bailey worried that any companion given to him would probably die at his hands. Poor McBride. That may be what contributed to his inability to feed tonight and find a small bit of relief. McBride would have the problem of finding Caleb a companion looming over him, but once he found him one, McBride would only have a whole new set of troubles.

“You are distracted, my mate.” Ferris tightened his bottom around Bailey’s prick, forcefully commanding his attention.

“Forgive me. I worry over things that are not my concern.” Bailey leaned over and kissed him.

Ferris wrapped his arms around Bailey’s strong shoulders, loving how he sighed into his ear. Soon he would bite him for the first time, marking him with his teeth as taken. For now, the pink collar prevented them from consummation. His master, their master, would have to remove it and hand it to Bailey, showing that he was giving Ferris to him. Bailey would then put a new collar on Ferris to display his ownership. After that, Bailey would be able to remove the collar whenever he wished to feed. Ferris couldn’t remove his own collar, which never really bothered him. He was born as someone else’s property, and he would die that way, too. However, Ferris wondered when McBride would formally give him to Bailey. Clearly, he would wait for the proper time. Ferris was learning that McBride was a man who did not rush. Even at the platform, he had looked Ferris over thoroughly before buying him.

“Can I move faster?” Bailey was looking at Ferris, but Ferris was fairly certain his companion was asking McBride for permission.

“Pull all the way out,” McBride suggested, which forced Ferris to release his hold on Bailey’s shoulders, but he let go without regret because everything their master had told them to do had resulted in tremendous pleasure. “Now, place your prick against him and slide within.”

When Bailey did, Ferris rolled his eyes back at the sheer pleasure of his possession. The dilator had certainly done its work in preparing him. He welcomed the thrust of his companion’s cock and reveled in the amount of bliss they would share. Ferris was not a religious thrall, but he’d begged the universe to let him be bought by a good man. Turned out he had been, and then mercifully, that man had given him to another who cared deeply for him. Even if they never fell in love, Ferris still knew he was tremendously blessed.

Ferris had been told that thralls didn’t find love. That wasn’t their purpose. They had been created to provide sexual pleasure and blood to slammers so they could in turn provide for their owner. That was all. But Ferris had already discovered a great deal of what he’d been told was terribly incorrect, so he suspected that tidbit about love was wrong, too. Already in his heart, Ferris felt some love for his companion. He felt gratitude toward his master. And he was deeply appreciative for the opportunity he had been given.

The only lingering fear Ferris had was that Bailey’s brothers might hunger for him. McBride would provide them with companions, but given how choosy the man was, it would be a slow process. Still, Ferris had to place his care in the hands of his companion and their master. Surely, Bailey would fight to the death for him, and McBride, after what he’d said to the massive Caleb, wasn’t opposed to harsh punishments.

Once, while Ferris had been out with other thralls to accompany their trainer to a play, he’d seen a landed gentryman disciplining one of his slammers. Ferris had no idea what the slammer had done to anger his master, but it had infuriated the gentryman to the point he shoved his slammer’s head into the stocks, cut off his trousers, and fucked him violently in the middle of the street for all to see.

Ferris and the other thralls had stood transfixed. Every so often along the streets there were stocks for the purpose of reprimand, but Ferris thought they were more a visual deterrent to remind any wayward slammer of what
could
happen. In all his fifteen years, he’d never once seen or heard of anyone using them. When Ferris asked around, the other thralls hadn’t seen anyone be tossed in the devices, either. Their trainer explained that the tradition was an ancient one, dating back to when the world was whole and women walked the surface of the planets. During that time, slammers were kept in prisons and they were punished by being violently raped. In modern times, slammers were now kept by the landed gentrymen, but the punishment lived on.