Strict Consequences (5 page)

Garson cried out, his nipples tugged harshly by what seemed to be a chain fastened to the clamps. Jarvis had jerked it upwards then subsequently attached the connector to yet something else hanging above him. He thrashed his head from side to side as he attempted to process the pain coursing through him. With his eyes covered, his attention was forced to center on the sensitive parts of his body surrendering to Jarvis' harsh abuse.

He floated and it had nothing to do with the sling. Jarvis had him and it was so fucking amazing, everything he'd ever dreamed of. Garson released a sigh, partly from surprise, the rest due to the sweetness of the unexpected touch. Something with small, soft bumps, perhaps rubber, lightly touched him. Jarvis dragged it across his skin. At first he surmised it was a mitt, but he could detect the individual feel of what had to be Jarvis' fingers manipulating the item. He was certain it was a glove of some sort.

The nubs on the surface of whatever Jarvis used were of various sizes. A swath of tiny ones on the fingers and thicker, pointier ones on the area covering the palm created different sensations on different parts of his body. Jarvis swept his hand across Garson's torso, up his chest then tickled his throat with just the tips of the glove. Garson shocked himself by giggling.

“Oh, sweet boy. Loved that sound.”

He resisted the urge to shut down, to flee back into the perceived safety of his loneliness. Jarvis could see him, he
knew
it. So Garson let himself drift back into the ecstasy. Jarvis continued the exploration of his flesh, caressing his arms then the tops of his thighs. He tickled the soles of Garson's feet and he laughed aloud, twisting in the sling. The sharp yank on his nipples and cock changed the sound to a moan.

His dick throbbed as Jarvis dragged the glove up one ass cheek, along the underside of his thigh then across his calf. His skin was alive as if it were its own separate entity, his need sharper than it had ever been.

“Jarvis…”
Shit.
He clenched his fists. “Sorry! I meant, Sir. Please don't stop what you're doing.”

Jarvis kissed each one of his toes, and the heat from what Garson was sure was a deep flush bloomed under his skin.

“For all you've gifted me this evening, you are more than forgiven.”

Jarvis continued to sensitize his flesh, trailing his hand all around his body once more. Garson relaxed into the feel, gave himself over to Jarvis' erotic care. The touches stopped and Garson tried not to hold his breath as he wondered what the Dom would do next.
Mine.
My
Dom.

The fervor of his possession slammed into his chest. He still wasn't completely sure of himself, not certain if Jarvis wanted more than an occasional scene, but he was willing to take the chance. The routine that he'd kept to for several years hadn't fulfilled him. It'd been Jarvis all along, but he'd refused to consider it. He drew strength from Jarvis' insistence that they get to know each other, from his kisses. Jarvis had said that Garson being there meant everything, hadn't he?

Jarvis flicked his swollen balls and Garson yelled over and over as he struggled futilely in the sling. Each stinging bite surged up his spine and brought fresh tears to his eyes. As he instinctively tried to escape the torture, the sling moved with him, causing the chain attached to the clamps to yank on his sore and abused nipples, to pull the tip of his cock.

At last, Jarvis stopped. Garson sucked in big gulps of air, sweat trailing down his neck, a fine sheen covering his body. His muscles were sore from the tension, but he still floated on his sub high. He swallowed with some difficulty, his throat raw from crying out. He wished he could see Jarvis' strong and handsome face.

As if sensing his wish, Jarvis gently slid his thumb under the edges of the mask. “Close your eyes. Even though the lighting is dim in here, you've been in total darkness.”

Garson followed Jarvis' instructions, the realization of how lucky he was to have Jarvis' careful attention settling into him even more as their time together continued. His eyelids fluttered open as he worked on refocusing his vision. He locked on Jarvis' gaze, only then realizing that the Dom was stroking his hair back from his forehead. He regarded Garson with an appreciative stare then lifted a water bottle with a straw to his lips.

“Take a few sips.” Jarvis' gaze was like a living thing, holding him in its keep. “That's a good boy.”

Jarvis set the bottle aside after replacing the cap, putting it next to the remaining items on the bench. Garson took a glance at them then raised his eyes to meet Jarvis'. There was lube, which hadn't surprised him. He'd been filled with dildos, plugs and beads plenty of times. But he'd never climaxed with anyone else present, never had sex with any of his Doms or another man since Alan. Next to the lube and the water bottle was a single condom and nothing more.

He nodded, the movement jerky but definite.

“This is too important, boy. I need to hear you say it.”

Garson swallowed hard, but his fears about Jarvis were no longer there. He'd already allowed himself to miss out on too much for so long. There wasn't the slightest chance he'd say no to feeling Jarvis inside of him.

“Fuck me, Sir. I'll beg if I have to.”

Chapter Five

Jarvis' nostrils flared, a rumble sounding from his chest. “You want it hard, boy?”

Garson swallowed as he curled his fingers around the straps that restrained his wrists and arms. “Please, Sir. However you want, you can have me.”

“Then I'll keep your genitals and nipples trussed up while I take you in the sling. Each thrust will be a mixture of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. But you'll still come for me, won't you, boy? You won't deny me your seed.”

“For you.” His breathing had accelerated, his cock leaking even as it remained imprisoned in the tight bindings. “All for you.”

Jarvis approached him then clutched his hair in a tight grip. He held him fast as he plundered his mouth. The kiss Jarvis pushed past his lips stole his breath, forced his jaw open wide until it ached as Jarvis took what he wanted. When it ended, Jarvis remained close, the heated air they puffed out mingling. Garson acknowledged within himself that Jarvis' scent, his taste were already at the point of being addictive.

I won't let go of this chance for my life to change for the better.

Jarvis straightened then ambled over to where the lube was, but kept them connected, trailing his fingers along Garson's side as he retrieved the slick. Jarvis squeezed a generous amount of the moistener out of the tube then rubbed it along Garson's crease. Garson instinctively clenched his pucker, but it had nothing to do with fearing Jarvis. It happened to him every time he knew he was about to be breached. He glanced up at Jarvis, whose stare bored into him.

“I know, boy. I'm going to spend some time preparing you. I want you open and ready for me.” He nipped the fleshiest part of Garson's calf. “You'll need it.”

Garson whimpered but refrained from blurting out that he didn't care, that he wanted Jarvis stuffing him as full as possible, that he craved the burn in his ass and the accompanying harsh pull from his nipples, cock and balls. His tits and sac had reached the point where the pain had evened out. That wouldn't be the case, however, when Jarvis removed the clamps and bonds, allowing the blood to rush back in.

If I can climax right at that moment…

Jarvis prodded his hole, not attempting to breach him, but spreading the slick, playing with the wrinkled skin around his entrance. Garson moaned as his nerve endings sparked. He needed Jarvis to go further but was at the mercy of his Dom's will. It was all so damn perfect.

Jarvis chuckled. “Your greedy hole is kissing the tip of my finger. Does my wanton boy need this?”

Garson sighed as Jarvis pushed past his tight rim, the slide of his rough finger so good. He squeezed around it, desperate for the feel of bare skin, no barrier between them.

Maybe someday?

He didn't dare wish, but the moment the thought entered his mind, he seized on it. They could become a committed Dom and sub, they could bareback.

Jarvis probed his passage, twisting his hand around before pulling out, then adding his middle finger to the first. He stretched them apart, widening Garson's opening and softening the rim some more. The inner caress from Jarvis soothed him, the experience of giving himself over to someone who actually cared no longer so terrifying. Jarvis pushed deeper, seeking, then hit Garson's gland. He jerked in the sling, the unbelievable spark dancing along his spine in direct contrast to the confinement of his balls. They couldn't react to the pleasure, couldn't edge him closer to release.

When Jarvis added a third digit then banged against his prostate harder than before, Garson screamed. It had nothing to do with pain, just sensation. It washed over him, drowning him in need, desire, pain, want, desperation—the combination crazy-making.

“That's it, boy. Let it out. Let it all go.”

He screamed until his throat was raw again, until he was sure he might pass out. Still, Jarvis relentlessly finger-fucked him, biting his inner thighs with small nips, keeping him in a state of frenzy.

“I need…” His voice had croaked the words, but he hadn't been able to push out any more. He swallowed, took another breath, then tried again. “I need…”

“What, sweet boy? What do you need?”

A sob broke free before he could respond. “You.” He swallowed again. “I need you, Sir.”

Jarvis retreated from his passage. “Then I'm yours.”

Garson didn't dare think too hard about the implications of what Jarvis had said. He just needed the Dom to fuck him into oblivion.

By the time Garson had lolled his head to watch what Jarvis was doing at the bench, he noted that the Dom already had the condom on and was slickening his covered shaft with a generous amount of lube. He shoved any last-minute trepidation aside in favor of the anticipation of Jarvis taking him for the first time.

The handsome, muscled Dom sidled over to him, his rigid column of flesh full and large. Jarvis encircled his dick then pressed it to Garson's softened opening. The velvety steel of his length was so much more thrilling than the unforgiving dildos that'd been used on him. No matter what the claims, nothing was the same as having a real man up his ass.

Jarvis pushed past the tight ring of muscle until the tip popped in. He stilled then wrapped his hands around Garson's suspended thighs as if to give himself purchase. Jarvis spread him wide, the burn and stretch easing the ache within his core.

“Thank you, boy. I've wanted this for a year.” Jarvis let out a throaty groan as he slid farther in. “Jesus. Tight, hot and perfect.” He hissed. “Your body's pulling me in.”

Garson whimpered the moment Jarvis was fully seated, the heat like a furnace where they joined.

“Get ready, boy. I won't be going easy.”

Jarvis dug his fingers in Garson's flesh right as he pulled back, almost to the point of exiting Garson's body. Then he slammed home in one fluid move. After a few more deep thrusts, Jarvis picked up speed, pounding fast and hard. Each time Jarvis rammed into him, the pinches and tugs on his genitals and nipples ramped him up that much higher.

As Jarvis fucked him, the sweat built between them, the sounds of their combined grunts and groans filling the room. Jarvis held his legs so tight, Garson knew there'd be bruises. He
wanted
there to be bruises. He'd feel Jarvis inside and out for days. Jarvis shoved his cock deeper into Garson and he cried out when Jarvis pegged him just right.

“That's it,” Jarvis gasped. “That's the spot.” He huffed as he vigorously pumped his hips, forcing his dick in and out of Garson's hole. “Good boys come for their Masters. You'll come for me, won't you, boy?”

Master?

Garson couldn't think too hard about it—his state of arousal had been so high for too long. He needed release.

“Get ready.”

While still holding one of his thighs so he could undoubtedly keep fucking him, Jarvis leaned forward then quickly released the clamps on his abused nubs. Right as the blood surged to the bits of flesh, the pain searing in its intensity, Jarvis yanked on the rope at the base of his sac. While Garson yelled through the agony assaulting his nipples, Jarvis unwound his cock and balls. Right as he pulled the cords free, Jarvis thrust deep and shouted.

“Come!”

Garson's seed shot from him in a long arc, his dick pulsing more and more cum as his muscles tightened with the violence of his release. He was dimly aware of a fluttering in his ass—Jarvis coming with him. Jarvis kept nudging his gland, and his orgasm seemed to go on forever. He still floated, his eyes closed as he let himself soar through the universe, not one tiny spot on his body left untouched. It was as though Jarvis had torn him open then made him whole again.

Gentle touches and soft whispers of praise surrounded him and he was engulfed in warmth. A straw teased his lips and he clamped on to it, sucking the cool liquid down his scratchy throat.

“Go easy, baby. I don't want your stomach to get upset.”

First Master. Now baby?

The words had come from above and behind him. The soothing warmth came from being cradled by Jarvis, who held him against his frame, his arms wrapped around Garson, keeping him safe.

“I…”

“Shh. You're completely worn out. If you can't or won't stay with me tonight, I need you to at least rest for an hour before I drive you back to your car.”

“Stay?” His limbs were like jelly and his brain was a bit scrambled, but he needed to clarify what was going on.

Jarvis squeezed his middle softly as he kissed his temple. “Yes, boy. I'd like for you to stay with me if you'll agree to it.”

“Just for tonight?” He wanted to, was ready to try with Jarvis, but not if it was only a one-time deal.

“For any night. I'd rather not have this conversation while you're so loopy.” Jarvis chuckled. “Even if I am filled with pride over bringing you to that state. But what I have to say is something for you to consider with a clear head.”

Jarvis was right. He wasn't sure he could remember his full name at that point, let alone make life-altering decisions. “Okay. But you mean it when you say not just tonight?”

“Yes, baby. I mean it.”

“Then I'll stay.”

Jarvis nuzzled his neck. “Good. I'll call Jordan at the club and tell him you're leaving your car there tonight.”

“Oh. Thank you, Sir.” He'd never realized that Jarvis knew the owner of Club Consequence.

Jarvis squeezed him again. “You're welcome. I need to watch out for my boy.”

“Your boy?”
Someone who sees me. Who takes care of me.

“When we talk tomorrow, that's what I'm hoping for.”

Even though Garson agreed with Jarvis that it was wiser to have long conversations when he was more coherent, one thing was abundantly clear in his mind. “When we talk tomorrow, I'm hoping for something too.”

“Oh?”

Garson wasn't sure if it was curiosity or something more akin to fear that he detected in Jarvis' voice.

“Yes. I'm hoping that you'll be my Master.”

Jarvis chuckled, turning him in his embrace until he was cradled in Jarvis' lap. “It sounds as though we're both going to get what we want.”

Garson smiled up at Jarvis, marveling at how stupid he'd been by closing himself off for so long.
Maybe I just needed to be ready.
He was
more
than ready now that he'd opened his eyes to how marvelous Jarvis was.

“Yes, Sir. It definitely does.”

“I think I like the way ‘Master' sounds better. Do you agree, boy?”

Garson laughed. It was almost foreign to him, but it felt great. “I agree, Master.”

Jarvis growled. “Good boy.”

He swooped in for a kiss and Garson relaxed in Jarvis' hold as he claimed his mouth over and over. Eventually, the heat turned to soothing as they cuddled more than kissed. Garson yawned before he could stop it.

“Sorry, Sir… I mean, Master.”

“Mmm. Don't be sorry, my tired baby. Let me carry you to the master bath. I have a large Jacuzzi tub and you can soak for a bit before we go to sleep. Your muscles must be sore.”

He was about to protest, insist that he could grab a quick shower to rinse off, but it occurred to him that this was what it meant to be someone's boy. To finally have a Master who took care of him, not just a Dom to play with once a week for an hour.

Garson wrapped his arms around Jarvis' neck. “Thank you. My Master.”

Even in the low light, Garson thought he saw a glimmer in Jarvis' eyes as he smiled down at him. “My boy.”