Bound by Lies (41 page)

“You
will
behave for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll be
punished
. You’ll be
fucked
. You’ll wear a collar to work
and
you’ll wear a chastity belt.”

“Fuck yeah.
Please
.”

Jenner’s fingers knead and squeeze, hard enough to draw a small, beautiful cry. “Say my name. Show respect.”

“M-m-master,” Brayden gasps, the honorific breaking in the middle as Brayden grabs the door handle to anchor himself. People pass by the Jeep on the sidewalk, but no one bothers to look their way.

“Again,” Jenner demands, rolling the sensitive flesh in his hand. Brayden grunts softly and pushes into the touch, getting hot, getting harder, and fast.

“
Master
,” Brayden moans.

“Do you want it? You want me to take care of you like this?”

“I want it. Need it. Please.
Please
.”

Jenner lets him go and pulls the keys out of the ignition, tossing them in Brayden’s lap. Fumbling, Brayden fishes them out from between his legs.

“Go upstairs. Take all of your clothes off and wait for me. Whenever you’re in our home, if we don’t have any guests, no matter the protocol or time or day, you’re forbidden from wearing clothing of any kind. That’s now a rule. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Brayden says, his voice lust roughened, his pupils blown with desire.

Jenner grips the steering wheel and watches him go. Brayden picks out the right key, glancing around for onlookers, adjusting himself slightly when he gets to the door and turns the knob.

Chest rising and falling rapidly, Jenner tries to get a handle on it, all of it, and calm down. He imagines Brayden going upstairs and peeling off his clothes—hard, ready and willing—and basks in the amazement that he gets to have this, and that Brayden chose him to have it with. It makes Jenner feel unspeakably lucky, and very happy. Even if the dinner and confrontation with his parents is a disaster, at least he still has this. He has Brayden. It’s enough. Even if his family disowns him, if they take away the bar, the apartment—all of it—they’ll figure it out. Jenner and Brayden will do it together. And it’ll be okay.

Smiling, Jenner gets out of the Jeep, locks it, and goes to seek out his dutiful slave.

Brayden is waiting in the middle of the bedroom. His clothes have been folded neatly and set aside. The energy baking from his naked body screams out for bondage. It makes Jenner’s cock so stiff, he almost moans aloud with the ache. He walks up to Brayden and grabs hold of his jaw, his fingers denting the flesh.

“We don’t have as much time as I’d like, but I intend to use every fucking
second
of it. I’d love to be able to wax you first. You need it.”

Jenner reaches down with his other hand and tugs on the dark brown pubic hairs above Brayden’s cock, which curves up tight to his belly, hot, dark and ready.

“Do you want restraints, slave?”

“
Please
, Master.”

“I love when you beg so pretty for me. You gonna beg for my cock, too?”

“Yes,” he moans.

“Good. Close your eyes.”

Jenner fits a leather hood over Brayden’s face. It covers him from brow to chin with straps that wrap behind his head and up over the top, keeping it in place.

“I want you to focus only on what you feel me doing to you. Let me hear your safeword.”

“Pussy,” Brayden says, and it’s muffled, but Jenner hears him well enough.

“Good. How does that feel?”

Jenner has gotten the face mask on securely. It completely covers Brayden’s eyes, nose, mouth and chin, but there are nose holes for him to breathe through.

“Feels good.”

Jenner moves around behind him and pulls both of Brayden’s arms behind his back, folding them so that his lower arms are flush together, his hands clasping the opposite elbows. Holding them there with one-hand, Jenner drags his lips in unhurried, reverent, open-mouthed kisses over Brayden’s shoulder and up his neck.

“I’m gonna walk you to the bed and get you in position, okay?”

Brayden nods and lets Jenner guide him with small steps. Hesitantly, unable to brace himself with his arms since Jenner still has them held tightly, Brayden moves to kneel on the edge of the bed. Jenner presses a hand to the center of Brayden’s back to indicate that he should bend at the waist.

“Think doggy style,” Jenner instructs. “I want your hands down by your ankles and legs spread. Stay nice and relaxed. You’ll enjoy this. I promise.”

Brayden grunts his complicity, getting into the position but letting Jenner make adjustments as needed. A metal spreader bar is placed under Brayden’s ankles, with braces to hold each of them approximately a foot and a half apart. Directly beside each of the ankle cuffs, one on each side and affixed to the spreader are smaller cuffs for his wrists. Once Jenner snaps all of the locks into place, Brayden is unable to move an inch. His arms and legs are completely immobilized; his ass is up, perfectly presented and spread, ready for fucking. His balls hang heavily above the bar and when Jenner begins to fondle them, Brayden moans.

“This isn’t about getting you off,” Jenner warns. “This is about obedience and learning your place.”

Jenner squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers, smears it over his slave’s opening in little circles before pushing two fingers into Brayden’s rectum. Moaning loudly, Brayden clenches around the fingers. They coat him inside and out with lube, prodding, pressing and rotating in the snug ring of muscle. The fingers reach deeply enough to make Brayden’s toes curl.

A third finger is wedged through his sphincter. Brayden grunts at the stretch but Jenner is demanding. Greedily, Jenner caresses over the rounded muscle of Brayden’s buttocks as he works him open, taking his time. Brayden moans, whimpering a little, pulling at the restraints. He tries to arch his back but is unable to in such a position. He can’t do anything at all but take it.

“Gorgeous. You should see how luscious your ass looks taking my fingers,” Jenner teases. He presses his fingers in to the hilt and keeps them there, watching Brayden clench, feeling him push back against them with his inner muscles.

“That’s it,” Jenner coaxes. “Just take a minute to feel it. You’re stuffed so full, but you’re such a slut, I know you love it. Don’t you, slave?”

Brayden grunts roughly against the mask, gulping down air. Jenner tries to spread the fingers apart, pulling Brayden open even more and sees his feet flex. The heavy breathing gets louder and Jenner scolds, “Control your breathing! Relax. You need to get used to taking anything I’m in the mood to stuff inside you. I wanna see your ass open, wet and ready to get fucked. When I let you out of your bonds and you go to work tonight, you’ll be wearing a chastity belt. It’ll be fitted with a steel cock ring and a butt plug. You’ll wear it under your clothes. If I decide to fuck you in my office, or bring you up here, or wait until after we close, you’ll cooperate and say please and thank you, and service me accordingly. It’s your job to satisfy my needs, and if you’re a very good, obedient slave then tonight, after work,
maybe
I’ll let you orgasm.”

Jenner pivots his wrist and deliberately triggers Brayden’s prostate. It causes him to produce a sweetly anguished, soft cry. Brayden tries to push the fingers out but he’s unable to. In response, Jenner grabs him by the balls. They’re drawn up tightly to Brayden’s body. Locking his hand around the base of his slave’s sac, Jenner pulls on it, stretching the flesh while pushing firmly into Brayden’s ass with the hand nestled there. He’s rewarded for his efforts with some desperate sounds and writhing.

“Beautiful, Bray…”

Jenner’s hand slowly, gradually withdraws. Brayden moans louder than ever. Empty of Jenner’s fingers, Brayden’s hole is pinker from the friction. Pulsing blood warms the area and it’s stretched looser, ready to receive.

When Jenner finally inserts two fingers, Brayden moans gratefully. They’re both of Jenner’s index fingers and he pulls Brayden’s ass open with them, letting him feel exposed and helpless. Brayden makes soft noises behind the mask, but tries to swallow the sounds.

“This? Is
mine,
” Jenner says roughly.

Brayden moans his Master’s name. It’s such a sweet sound that Jenner forgives him for it immediately. For so long, Jenner has craved and dreamed about having exactly what is now presented to him—a loyal slave who derives as much pleasure from submitting and receiving Jenner’s attentions as he does in bestowing them. It goes beyond the pleasure with Brayden, though, beyond the pain and the decadent escape of it all. There’s a foundation of love beneath everything they do. That’s a privilege Jenner never dared to dream about.

He never thought he could be this lucky.

“I want to lick you here so badly, slave,” Jenner admits, “But first we need to deal with your punishment.”

Brayden murmurs his assent.

“I want you to know that I punish only because I love you. To remind you of that, I’m going to fit you with your collar. The same one from before.”

“Yes, Master,” Brayden says eagerly. To hear Brayden wanting the punishment, the love and the collar so avidly, gives Jenner a thrill.

It only takes a moment. The leather is slipped around his neck. His long hair is brushed aside and the strap is buckled tightly.

“Thank you,” Brayden sighs.

“You’re welcome, beautiful,” Jenner sighs fondly, kissing his neck, causing Brayden to purr with happiness.

Jenner leaves Brayden where he is while he goes to retrieve his tools, tossing them one by one onto the bed beside where Brayden is bound.

“Your ass is going to be tender. You won’t be able to sit on it comfortably for a couple of days,” Jenner warns. “But I want you to know
why
I’m spanking you.”

Brayden grunts, his breath quickening. Sweat breaks out over his skin as his anticipation grows.

“You’re being punished for flirting with Max and letting her spank you and touch you. You’re also being punished for not being properly obedient with me. It might not feel like it when I’m done, but I
am
going easy on you. This is merely a
taste
of what I can give you, should I feel you need disciplining. Are we clear, slave?”

“Y- yes. Master.”

“Nervous?”

Jenner plucks the long, wooden paddle from the bed and runs the flat, smoothly lacquered surface over the thick curve of Brayden’s buttocks. A whimper is Brayden’s only response.

The paddle slices through air and connects with Brayden’s bottom, driving him forward only to yank at his shoulder joints as the restraints keep him right where he is. Another blow falls, and another, ten in total. Each one lands squarely across the thickest part of his ass, the same spot each time.

Jenner pauses, listening to Brayden gasp and grunt, then groan as the hurt radiates deeper into the muscle.

“See? You aren’t going anywhere. I’m going for quantity over force here. I could hit you a lot harder, but if I was going to do that I’d restrain you differently so that you had even less room to move.”

Jenner swings. The paddle is about fifteen inches long and whacks loudly against his slave’s ass, cutting off all thought, leaving only stinging pain. Brayden flinches repeatedly and pulls uselessly against the spreader bar holding him in the pose.

The paddle falls in rapid succession. When he’s given a brief reprieve, Brayden is grunting and whining quietly. Jenner touches him. With an opened hand, he rubs lightly over the sore, tender spot. Then, he grabs a handful of the muscle and Brayden’s soft cries get much louder.

“Good. You’re pinking up nicely. I can feel the blood beating under your skin. We’ve got a ways to go though, so get comfortable. Next you get the leather strap.”

“Oh
god
,” Brayden moans.

“
Then
you’ll get my hand. I’m
really
looking forward to that.”

Jenner tosses the paddle aside and grabs the strap, fitting the handle snugly into his palm, getting a good grip on it. The black leather strap doubles over in a loop. It makes an entirely different sound as it cuts through the air in an arc. Brayden clenches his ass and yelps at the first strike.

Jenner shifts his stance and begins delivering rapid, unceasing lashes left to right and right to left, crisscrossing to hit both sides of Brayden’s reddened ass, one then the other. Though he fights it, Brayden can’t escape. Nor does he use the safeword.

After twenty lashes, Brayden’s ass is swelling up with welts. Jenner adjusts his angle and begins hitting the right cheek, varying his target only slightly each time.

Brayden starts to yell, bellowing out his pain. After ten more swings, Brayden’s body is limp and covered in sweat.

“
Please
,” he moans deeply.

“I know it hurts,” Jenner hushes, caressing the abused flesh. He scratches over it with his short nails, leaving red marks and making Brayden shout hoarsely. “But you deserve this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Brayden hiccups, voice thick with tears.

Jenner pushes the strap between Brayden’s legs, stroking over his erection with it repeatedly. Radiating shame, Brayden tries to thrust against the strap to get relief, but that only makes Jenner twitch his wrist, striking Brayden’s dick with the leather. Brayden makes a hurt sound. Jenner draws the leather back and sees that it’s wet with precome.

He bats lightly at Brayden’s testicles with the strap until Brayden is growling, snarling like a dog, letting the anger replace sadness, shyness and fear.

“STOP!” he yells.

“Liar,” Jenner laughs. “If you actually wanted me to stop, you’d say the safeword.
You
stop. Stop lying, slave!”

He grabs hold of Brayden’s balls, yanks and delivers his hardest lash of the strap yet. Brayden gasps violently. The strap leaves a red line across the curve of his ass, on both cheeks.

Throwing the strap away, Jenner impatiently guides his cockhead to Brayden’s opening. Once he’s aligned, he holds Brayden’s hips and pushes right in, breaching him with one determined, smooth thrust.