Bound by Lies (32 page)

“The feather’s shaft is made of sterling silver. It’s very, very thin and carefully weighted. The end is tapered to a dull, rounded point, and it’s about an inch and a half long. We okay so far?”

“Mm-hmm,” is the hesitant answer.

“Good. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Even after my behavior last night?”

“You told your friends about us, for me. Something you’ve never done before for anyone. I trust you.”

Hanging his head, nodding to himself, Jenner says, “Okay. Then I will warn you that this is going to hurt, but in a way I promise you’ll enjoy. I’ve done it myself, while apprenticing, so I know firsthand. We still okay?”

Brayden tenses, pulling on his arms, elongating his neck. Veins pop and he breathes in fits and starts. Then, gradually, he relaxes and asks, “Can I have another chain or strap? Over my chest? Please?”

“Yes. One moment.”

Jenner gets up and walks from the room. Far off, possibly from the cabinet’s toe kick where she seems to like to hide, Pussy the cat mewls. With the sound of leather running through Jenner’s hands tickling his ears, Brayden appears to sense Jenner’s return with every inch of his body. With exquisite care, Jenner wraps the strap over Brayden’s upper chest and under the table to secure it.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thank you. Feels nice.”

It prohibits more movement. Jenner is quite pleased to see his slave enjoying bondage so much. With each inhale of breath the wide leather band pulls tight.

When Brayden seems even calmer, Jenner lifts Brayden’s penis delicately with his fingertips. The feather’s shaft is lubed. It’s a urethral wand designed to reach just deeply enough to ease Brayden into the feeling of being violated in a new way. Dragging the lube-slicked pad of his thumb over the flushed, silken head of his lover’s penis, pulling gently at the slit, Jenner says, “Concentrate on your breathing. You’re gonna feel pressure.”

“What… what are you—?”

Touching the tip of the feather’s narrow end to Brayden’s opening, Jenner allows it to ease slowly in. Brayden gasps violently and fights with impressive strength, but he’s not going anywhere. Not even a centimeter of the metal shaft is inside his penis, but Jenner holds it there, letting Brayden adjust, watching his reactions. Brayden whimpers and grunts, turning redder in the face. The flush spreads down his neck and across his chest. His knees and thighs quiver. Jenner’s baritone voice hushes, “More.”

“No!”

The feather goes deeper, and Brayden cries out, then bites off the sound. He’s suddenly sweating, Jenner notices, and shaking more, with his whole body, with each breath. “Beautiful, Bray.… You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

With a gentle twist, an inch of the silver shaft is sheathed inside Brayden’s cock, the feather arcing with a white puff of softness up from it. Jenner gets it where he wants it, then lets go, setting Brayden’s member gently against his pelvis. Caressing over his body, everywhere, Jenner soothes him.

“Maybe next time I’ll use a thigh spreader. It would keep your legs more immobilized,” he ponders. With a tight, almost unnoticeable nod of his head, Brayden concurs, and heat swells in Jenner’s core, his dick hot and hard against his leg. Standing, straddling the table, Jenner leans down over Brayden and plants his hands on Brayden’s thighs, gripping and holding them down. Brayden moans thickly with pleasure, pushing back against Jenner’s grip on him. In the clench of his jaw, the sweat dripping down his temples, the cords in his neck, the twitch of his cock, Brayden screams his lust and Jenner’s gaze is glued to it. Knowing the hurt, the wonderful discomfort, the lusciously dirty violation, Jenner marvels at his slave’s ability to enjoy the torment.

Needing to touch, to explore further, Jenner moves to kneel beside the table and lets go of Brayden’s legs, even though it makes Brayden frown with disappointment.

But when Jenner licks slowly up Brayden’s swelling, hot, throbbing cock, up to where the feather disappears into his body, Brayden moans wantonly. He thrusts, trying to get more contact with Jenner’s tongue, so Jenner does it again, and again, tasting him, stroking him with the wet muscle of his tongue. Then he gropes at Brayden’s scrotum, drawn up tight to his body. “What do you think?”

“Good,” Brayden grunts hoarsely, straining at his bonds, but now out of greedy desire rather than fright. Jenner rubs up Brayden’s thigh, past his hipbone to his waist. Brayden tilts his hips up in invitation. Taking hold of the feather with spectacular care, Jenner pulls it slowly out. Brayden’s mouth falls open, his pelvis canted off the table, chasing the feather as it withdraws. Then Jenner lets gravity draw it back inside, the deepest it’s gone yet, and Brayden shudders, breathing rapidly, his hands in fists, his arms hugged to the sides of his head as he battles the sensations.

Unable to stop himself, Jenner kitten-licks Brayden’s dick until he’s right about to come, with Brayden making desperate, muffled sounds, like he’s trying as hard as he can not to enjoy this as much as he is.

Jenner stops licking. He stands up and moves away. “I’m gonna go downstairs to check on things,” Jenner warns. “I won’t be long.”

Kneeling at Brayden’s head, Jenner dials his own number with Brayden’s cellphone. Then he unfolds Brayden’s fingers, placing the phone inside them. “You know where the send button is? It’ll call my cell if you need me.”

“Mm,” Brayden grunts, nodding, unable to speak, still shuddering. Jenner leans down over Brayden’s face, kissing him upside-down on the mouth. As soon as Brayden feels Jenner’s lips, he opens to the kiss hungrily, chasing Jenner’s mouth, tongue-fucking it with a growl.

Jenner breaks away only after his jaw aches and his lips start to go numb, and before he can’t bring himself to leave.

Palming his house keys and grabbing his phone, Jenner leaves the apartment and locks it up tight. Too impatient to care what state he’s in, he takes the stairs down two and three at a time, bolting to the bar like a charging bull. He pushes through the front entrance. Max and Jackson call out hellos to him. The place is half-full, enough to keep them busy but not more than they can handle without breaking a sweat. By the door to the kitchen, Jenner corners Max as she grabs a tray laden with two large, steaming baskets of chicken wings and makes for a table where a couple of women wait patiently with mugs of beer.

“Hey,” Max says distractedly. “How’s it going?” Then she’s past him and placing the food down on the customers’ table with a big smile, asking if there’s anything else she can get for them. A second later, she’s back in front of Jenner. “What’s up?”

“How is everything?” he counters without answering. “Any emergencies I need to know about?”

“Nah, it’s been pretty cool tonight. Knock wood,” she huffs, catching her breath, putting her hands on her hips, from which is draped a short apron, the pockets stuffed with pads and pens. She adjusts her bra under the black uniform shirt with a sly glance around.

Her gaze swings back to Jenner, who nods, “Great. Yeah. Great,” and that’s when she really sees him for the first time since he walked through the door.

“What the fuck? Are you okay, Parrish?”

Flustered, pink-faced and wild-eyed, Jenner just stares at her.

“Me? Yeah. Fine. Great.” His eyes flick up to the ceiling of their own accord. He digs out his phone and looks at it expectantly. “So, things are good? You need anything before—?”

Max slaps Jenner’s left cheek with an open hand.

All he does is blink at her stupidly.

“Wow,” she marvels. “That’s incredible.”

“You hit me,” he says.

“Why are you here? He’s upstairs waiting for you, isn’t he?”

“It’s my bar. Who?”

“Loverboy?”

There’s no snarky reply. Jenner just glances again at his phone. “I’m gonna check the kitchen. Call if anything comes up.”

“Other than your dick, you mean? Sure thing, boss.”

Jenner grunts and turns, walking away.

“I like you much more when you’re getting laid!” she hollers after him. “Good job!”

Doing a circuit of the kitchen, seeing that everything is running smoothly enough in there, Jenner doesn’t slow down or linger. He’s ready to get out of there and go back upstairs when he sees his brother Callum walk into the bar with a date.

Jenner comes to a full stop just before he steps out into the bar’s main room and becomes visible to Callum.

“What is he doing here?” Jenner grumbles, turning right around and making for the back door instead. The last thing he wants in that moment, with a raging boner and a head full of intentions for Brayden, is to run into his brother, for Christ’s sake. So, leaving via the back, Jenner circles the building and pushes through the door to his apartment before he can be spotted. Climbing up is more difficult than walking or hopping down the stairs had been. It’s a slower ascent than he’d like, but once he’s at the door, he swiftly unlocks it and gets inside.

As he secures the deadbolt, he hears, “My fucking phone’s been ringing. And I dropped yours… the cat walked by, rubbed against my fingers and….”

Blind with lust, homing in on his captive through the tingling of his every nerve-ending, Jenner kneels by Brayden’s head and caresses over his chest.

“Are you okay? I’m here now. What do you need?”

“Just don’t leave again,” Brayden rasps. Pressing up against Jenner’s hand as it slides down to his navel, tilting his hips in invitation, wanting to be touched, Brayden grows restless. “Take it out.”

“You’re quitting on me?” Jenner teases, shifting around to the couch, sitting there instead. He moves his hand to hover over Brayden’s erection and the feather nestled inside. Barely skimming the skin, he lets Brayden feel him there through the heat of his hand and lightly grazing touches. Brayden thrusts, rutting against Jenner’s palm.

“Just take it out.”

“Why?” Jenner asks, “Is it too painful? Are you in agony?”

Lifting Brayden’s cock, Jenner takes the shaft of the feather between his thumb and index fingers, getting a good grip on it. He holds Brayden by the root with his left hand. Slowly, Jenner draws the feather out, just a little. Brayden clenches his jaw, comes up off the table, both of his arms flexing, pushing his ass off the wood beneath him. Roughly, he breathes through his nostrils. Jenner pulls more of the wand free. For a second, he hesitates, watching Brayden’s anticipation grow. Then, Jenner relaxes his grip, allowing the feather to feed slowly back into him. Brayden breaks out in a wild moan.

“You know, this doesn’t seem like agony to me, Bray. It does hurt, right? I mean, you do have a metal object stuffed up your cock.”

“Yes, it hurts,” he growls.

The feather plays in and out, rotating, tugging, and filling him up. Brayden’s cock is swollen and a dark red, stiff and hot in Jenner’s grasp, the soft white of the feather a shocking contrast. Jenner pets the plume, and feels a heady rush of pleasure at the way Brayden reacts, feeling Jenner through the object, all the way deep down into his groin. He writhes when Jenner strokes back down, from feather to flesh.

“How does it hurt?”

“Enough. It hurts enough.”

“You want it to stop?” Jenner dips his head, sucks a kiss just under the ridge of Brayden’s cockhead, causing him to gasp. Jenner does it again a little lower and licks the spot. “Hmm?”

“I want to
come
,” Brayden complains.

“Well, that’s different, isn’t it? Pain slut….”

“
Please
.”

“It’s a shame, really. You’re strung so tight right now. All I want to do is fuck your brains out… stuff you full, front and back….”

“Mm,” Brayden hums, restless again. He pulls at his legs and arms, alternately trying to rub up against Jenner and trying to twist away from his teasing touches.

“Let’s go over a few more of my new rules. Then… maybe…” Jenner squeezes up Brayden’s length, strokes down, then back up, setting a rhythm.

Brayden laughs brokenly; then grits his teeth as he throws his head back. Hips chasing Jenner’s hand, the feather pushing gradually out, Brayden gulps down air by the lungful.

“Do I have your attention?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Jenner’s hand falls away.

“Don’t stop,” Brayden nearly sobs.

“You go tanning, am I correct?”

“What? What does that have anything to do…?”

“Answer the fucking question, slave,” Jenner growls, giving Brayden’s dick a light slap.

“Yes! Okay! Yes.”

“Tanning bed or spray?”

“Um… uh, bed? In Florida I’d lay out, but—”

“That stops. Now. I won’t permit you to get skin cancer because of vanity.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Jenner pumps Brayden’s stuffed shaft, squeezing tightly, keeping the feather in place with the tip of his finger.

Brayden growls against the discomfort, then yells, “FUCK!”

“Does it seem like I’m kidding?” Jenner says calmly. “You can get sprayed if you really want to, but if I don’t like it, that’s gonna stop too.”

Even with half his face masked, Jenner can tell that Brayden is frowning at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“I want you healthy. I want you sticking around for quite a long time. You know, so that I don’t get bored. And I don’t like the idea of you lying naked in some seedy tanning bed. Are we clear?”

“C-clear. Sir. Crystal.”

“Good,” Jenner nods. “Also, let’s talk about swimming.”

“Swimming?! Can you take the stick out of my cock first?”

“Don’t talk back. It’s not cute.”

“Fuck your cute!”

Jenner chuckles. He resumes stroking Brayden, using two fingers pinched around the feather to keep it still. When Brayden is sweating and trembling, so very close to release, Jenner stops again. “As I was saying… you swim every day?”

“In the… the mornings… when I can. I try to go…” The rest gets lost in a choked moan.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. I’ll arrange my schedule so that we go to the gym together each morning. I’ll do my thing, you do yours. But you are not to go without me. I’ve seen you swim. Next to fucking naked, letting them look at you, getting off on the attention. Don’t you?”