Bound by Lies (21 page)

Unable to hold in the whimper of desperation and longing that it brings out, Brayden has no choice but to voice it and let Jenner really see how helpless he is.

His cries seem to drive Jenner on. Sucking the thick, stiff, hot column faster and deeper each time his mouth lowers onto it, Jenner helps distract Brayden by fondling his balls. Tremors of coiling pressure build in Brayden, and the proof of his enjoyment urges Jenner to quicken his pace. He sucks Brayden all the way to the root. Brayden’s hips snap, pushing to get deeper and fit himself, impossibly, completely in his Master’s throat. A choked moan slips from him and his body undulates. Jenner gives him plenty of suction as he pulls off.

“P-please.” Brayden begs when Jenner’s mouth is suddenly gone.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.” Jenner moves on the bed. It shifts and squeaks. “I’m gonna use a toy on you while I suck you, to help you loosen up and enjoy this.”

Brayden gets very still, tenses back up.

“Do you trust me?” Jenner asks, squeezing in a twisting motion up Brayden’s saliva-wet shaft, reminding Brayden of what he’s given so far.

“Yes, Sir,” he admits, in a small voice.

Brayden hears Jenner using lube. His boxers are tugged lower. When wet, slick fingertips prod at the junction of his legs and between his cheeks, Brayden knows what’s coming. Jenner rubs in small circles around his opening, stimulating the area, possibly trying to get him to relax and unclench. Initially, it doesn’t work at all. Brayden tightens up to keep Jenner out.

“Keep breathing,” Jenner says in his most aggravatingly soothing voice. “In…” He presses the tips of two fingers into Brayden who chokes off a breathy cry while inhaling. Parting readily around Jenner’s questing fingers, Brayden feels invading thickness slide easily into his ass as plenty of lubricant gets worked into him. He bears down. Jenner sighs heavily and kisses Brayden’s hipbone. The fingers push even deeper and Brayden whimpers loudly. “…and out,” Jenner finishes with undisguised, raging lust in the words.

The fingers are reluctantly withdrawn. The cool, firm, narrow tip of a toy touches Brayden there instead. He gasps, though trying to maintain deep, even breaths, and whines softly as the object penetrates him, and hears Jenner growl with need. Suddenly, Jenner’s mouth is wrapping Brayden’s cock again, sucking him in. Immediately, Jenner sets a quick rhythm and, very slowly, presses the tapered butt plug further, working it gently in and out, trying to nudge it deeper on every push.

It drives Brayden crazy. He tries to move his legs, and can’t. He clenches around the violation of the toy and writhes, bucking into Jenner’s mouth, but he’s mostly helpless to do any more than that. He’s completely at Jenner’s mercy.

The plug stuffs him full. The dull ache from the stretch adds an obscenely delicious layer to his pleasure as Jenner blows him. Just when he thinks the toy can’t get any wider, it does and Brayden forces his body to relax enough to let it in, knowing that Jenner is determined to get it in him anyway.

The widest part yet breaches him, and he cries out. The sound provokes renewed urgency in Jenner’s ministrations. Jenner pushes at the base of the plug, nudging it, jolting Brayden. Past the thickest part, it narrows before flaring back out in order to stay in place. Jenner rubs Brayden’s rim, stretched smooth around the toy, gripping that narrow ring and locking the plug in his ass.

Jenner hums his pleasure, sucking him up and down a few more times before pulling off and letting Brayden strain up, his dick curving tight to his belly.

Stripping the condom off, Jenner jacks Brayden to completion. The hand pumping him is coated with lube and slides easily, squelching loudly. Knowing Jenner is watching him, and how obscene he must look, Brayden initially fights his climax but gets quickly overtaken. Surrendering, shuddering, flushed and with abandon, he comes, painting the ripples of his abdominal muscles in hot streaks of milky white.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Jenner moans, smearing the fluid around, playing with it as he strokes Brayden through the aftershocks. “You’re just so fucking gorgeous.”

While Brayden is dazed, Jenner moves quickly and purposefully.

He removes the nipple clamps, adding more sensation to Brayden’s already overtaxed system. The flesh throbs and aches. Jenner lets him enjoy it, using it as an effective distraction while he unfastens the ankle cuffs one at a time.

Then, just like that, Brayden is unbound from the chest down. Jenner slides the boxers from Brayden, leaving him completely naked. Jenner, quickly undressed, wearing a condom, gets in position as Brayden fails to catch on to what’s happening. Brayden’s legs get bent back, hooked over Jenner’s shoulders as he kneels and bears down on Brayden’s smaller body, folding him in half. With a twist, Jenner pulls the plug out, eliciting a long, shuddering moan from Brayden.

Thrumming, determined, driven, Jenner sheaths himself with an unrelenting, needy push inside Brayden’s heat. Growling and gasping at the brutal grip of Brayden’s compact body on his cock, Jenner caresses Brayden everywhere he can reach—along the outsides of his legs, up his sides and arms, over his throat. He releases the cord binding Brayden’s chest as well, leaving him with only the wrist ties to keep him down.

Brayden gasps, pleading, “I-I can’t do this.”

There’s so much self-hatred in the words. Brayden is convinced he’s not brave enough, or strong enough.

“You’re
so beautiful
, Bray, I just want you to realize that,” Jenner urges. “You’re incredible and there’s nothing wrong with wanting this. I want you, just like this. I want you so badly I can’t breathe from it. I need you. I need you with me, right here. Right now.”

Jenner draws back and presses in again, riding the clenched muscles, folding Brayden more completely and trapping him with the weight of his body rather than the bindings.

“I’ve still got you, see?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah, okay,” Brayden tries. Attempting to breathe, he groans at each tug and rut. The blindfold and the silken fabric around his wrists are what keep him sane. He’s clinging to those like a lifeline, but it seems like Jenner can tell, which is why they haven’t been removed.

The harder Jenner presses down on him, pinning him to the bed, the easier Brayden’s breaths come, and the more he enjoys getting fucked. So he goes with it. Jenner catches Brayden’s mouth in a kiss, tongue-fucking him roughly as he thrusts. The smell of come, sweat and sex fills Brayden’s senses, it’s intoxicating. Jenner chases his orgasm with Brayden gasping, grunting, sweating and grinding down against Jenner’s cock. Suddenly, Jenner pulls at a strategic place on the ties holding Brayden to the headboard.

The fabric comes loose, sliding from Brayden’s arms when he tries to pull on them for reassurance and finds no resistance.

But before he can protest or react much at all, Brayden is enveloped in Jenner’s embrace.

He grabs on. A rush of excitement washes over him as he listens to Jenner moan, grunt and sigh, knowing that Jenner is coming undone only because of what Brayden is doing to him, that it’s him and no one else that drives Jenner to such frenzy.

With a trembling thrust and a held breath, Jenner comes, holding tightly to Brayden’s smaller form. Brayden’s arms are tangled around Jenner’s neck and back. Impatiently, Jenner nudges the blindfold back, revealing Brayden’s eyes. Jenner looks deeply into them, hidden from his sight for so long, and Jenner’s searching look, his gentle concern, hold Brayden there more completely than anything else.

They kiss again, and it’s slower, softer. A moment later, Jenner pulls back slightly. With the pad of his thumb, he dries the tracks of wetness leading from his lover’s eyelashes, cascading over each cheek. It causes Brayden’s gaze to dart away with shame.

Burying his face in the sweat-streaked golden waves falling over Brayden’s shoulder, inhaling his scent, Jenner asks quietly, reverently, “Did I scare you? If I did, I’m sorry.”

Wrung out, sated, Brayden feels turned inside out, like he’s exposed too much once more. It’s a comfort to know that Jenner seems worthy of his trust, but still, he’s left unbearably uncomfortable with how vulnerable he’s been made. The instinct to run and escape is so powerful that for a second the fight kicks in. Brayden tenses up and suddenly starts to push wildly at Jenner, attempting to get free and dislodge the flesh impaling him.

“Shhh. Shh, it’s okay. Hey! It’s okay. Relax.”

Jenner tightens his hold. In the process he rocks his hips forward, reminding them both keenly of their positions and who has the dominant place. A tremor shakes Brayden to the core and for a long moment he lies perfectly still, swallowing a soft, hurt whine.

Pressing a kiss to Brayden’s jaw, Jenner again hushes him, kneading a handful of the side of Brayden’s ass, then caressing up to his side, “Relax, Bray.”

“Let me go… get cleaned up….”

“No,” Jenner replies shortly. “You’ll go when I’m ready.”

He draws back, thrusts in, his eyes half-lidded and drunk on the pleasure. Brayden’s lips part around an unvoiced moan, so Jenner does it again.

“I want you to stay with me tonight,” he starts.

“The bed’s too damn small,” Brayden complains logically.

“I’ll buy a new one.”

“What?
Now
?”

“Smartass.”

Swiftly, so swiftly it shocks Brayden, but thrills him at the same time, Jenner withdraws and flips Brayden over. He turns Brayden onto his hands and knees, bent over in front of where Jenner kneels. With his right hand, Jenner strips off his used condom and, with his left, fills Brayden’s fucked-out and rubbed-raw hole with three fingers. Without thinking about it, Brayden pushes back onto the hand. After tossing the rubber, Jenner braces Brayden with a hand to his lower back as he fingers him. Brayden breathes sharply through his nose, rocking repeatedly back onto the hand, riding it.

“Goddamn it,” Jenner curses, ogling the sight. He guides Brayden into a rhythm, forward and back, rubbing over his sweet spot just right to keep him going. After a few minutes of that, Jenner instructs, “Touch yourself. Do it.”

And he does. Brayden starts to jerk off while he fucks himself onto Jenner’s hand, biting back half-whimpered moans all the while.

It just happens. Jenner follows the commands of his body. His fingers pluck free of Brayden’s ass and, with a tilt of his hips, Jenner’s broad cockhead fits at the wet ring of Brayden’s opening. With a gruff, throaty cry, Jenner enters him again, with nothing between them this time.

It’s dirtier and quicker than the first time. Jenner drives into Brayden’s ass at a fevered pace, the cradle of Jenner’s hips slapping his cheeks. Grabbing handfuls of Brayden’s flesh, alternately spanking him and yanking him back onto the full length of the cock stuffing his ass, Jenner gets off hard. When he spills his seed, he does so directly into Brayden’s body.

“Fuck! I’m an idiot,” Jenner snarls, realizing too late. “Bray. Babe, come on. Let’s clean you up.
Fuck
.”

His legs unsteady, unsure they’re going to hold his weight, Brayden glances back as he straightens up. He sees Jenner’s cock pull out of him, slick with semen and no condom.

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna take care of this, okay?” Jenner immediately assures him, though visibly panicked. “We’ll get tested. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and I don’t have anything that I know of, all right?”

“Jenn, it’s fine. Really,” Brayden tries to say. Pins and needles prick his lower half as the blood rushes back into his limbs. He gets off the bed and Jenner is right there, steadying him, walking him into the bathroom.

“No, it’s not
fine
. I know better than that. I’m not an idiot, I…
fuck
!”

“Jenn.” Brayden looks up at him, calmly. He lays a hand on Jenner’s chest. A deep frown of self-recrimination creases Jenner’s brow. His normally sunken cheeks are even more hollowed as he clenches his jaw.

“I’m so sorry,” Jenner manages. The apology is thick with emotion and anger.

Slowly, without any of the sort of worry making Jenner anxious, Brayden focuses only on his own concerns and says, “Look, can you gimme a minute to clean up before we deal with this?”

It seems to snap Jenner from his thoughts. The panic in his eyes fades as he blinks and peers down at Brayden’s timid determination to clear him from the bathroom.

“No, this is my mess. I’m cleaning it up.”

“What? No, Jenn. Jenner….”

But it does no good. Jenner doesn’t look like he’s in any mood to be convinced of alternate plans and, just like with anything else that happens between them, Jenner has the size difference to do what he wants and carry it through. He finds a douching bulb in the medicine cabinet and approaches Brayden with it, taking him by the arm and moving him over to the toilet.

“You’re kidding, right? Jenner,
please
let me handle this. I’ll figure it out, okay?”

Unmoved, Jenner fills the bulb with warm water from the tap. Brayden stares at it with horror. Then Jenner is turning him towards the wall and positioning him so that he’d straddling the toilet. Getting Brayden in place with minimal effort, Jenner holds him there with a hand wrapping the back of Brayden’s neck.

A perverse shiver of excitement snakes in Brayden’s gut as Jenner’s voice, raspier for his bad mood and stern enough to make Brayden’s cock twitch feebly with interest, says, “I’m going to put the nozzle in you and I need you to clench around it. Tight as you can. Gotta keep the water inside, okay?”

Brayden stutters around a protest as Jenner does just that, plunging the narrow tip into Brayden’s come-slick anus. The grip of Jenner’s hand on his neck, the heat baking from his naked body inches behind Brayden, it turns him on. Humiliated as he is, it’s still hot as hell.

“Tighten your ass up. You ready?”

Brayden nods stiffly.

Jenner squeezes the bulb. The water rushes into Brayden’s body. He feels uncomfortably full of it. When the bulb is empty, Jenner says, “Okay, I’m going to pull it out now. Clench up, tight as you can.”

He frees the nozzle and tosses it into the sink.