SE Jakes Bound By Honor (5 page)

Tanner needed, with a capital T. Because if he wasn’t making shit harder than it needed to be, then al wasn’t right in his

world.

He left the man, pul ing up his pants, and went back to the bar.

“Hey.” Hunt sidled up near him as if on cue, pushing a whiskey at him. “I saw you having fun in the back.”

Is that what it was supposed to be? To Tanner, it was just fucking and it hadn’t helped relieve anything one damned

bit.

So he shrugged and gulped his drink.

“Joe and I can help,” Hunt offered. “We know what it’s like.”

These men would be rough with him and he could be so back. Tanner wasn’t a virgin in any sense of the word but that

one. Bi and sexual y curious from a young age, he learned t o explore what he liked…knew that sometimes, pleasure

mixed with pain could get him off nicely.

He also found that men got him off in a far different way than women—wel beyond the obvious differences. Men were

coarse and crude, and he could be far rougher with them—and they with him.

He found, after a time, especial y after combat, he craved the rougher touches. Now, the only touch h e craved was

Damon’s, and he didn’t want that at al . “I don’t want to be fucked,” he blurted out, and Hunt laughed.

“Come on—we’ve got a room. It’s about time you joined us.”

Joe and Hunt had been together for a long time—Dom and sub, and they liked to play with others.

Tonight, he’d play.

Damon had slept through al of the next morning and afternoon and part of the evening, letting his stress and grief and

guilt get the better of him. He final y got out of bed and showered around ten, was just making something to eat when LC

knocked and then let himself inside, a handy trick he’d learned years before when living on the streets meant being

able to pick locks to survive.

Now, LC had the loft on the other side of the club.

“LC, you’ve got to stop the breaking-and-entering shit,” Damon told him.

“Fuck off.” He was carrying bags of food and joined Damon in the kitchen, unpacking the containers from the

restaurant around the corner and shoving Damon’s sandwich aside.

Damon didn’t argue. He took a few bites of the pasta meal and drank from the bottle of water LC put in front of him, al

in relative silence. But those few minutes were al LC would give him.

“You’re in a bad place.”

“Yes,” Damon agreed, then continued eating because it was easier than explaining. But then the meal was finished,

as was the water and there was nothing left to do but talk it out. “This boy—Tanner—he’s broken, like Jesse. I can’t do

this again. I can’t fix another person, but I’l let him keep his promise to Jesse.

I owe him that much after everything I did to him last night.”

“Yes—I’ve had several people ask me if there’s going to be a repeat, command performance,” LC

said wryly. “And Jesse might’ve been broken, but he was easy.”

“Easy?” Damon snorted.

“Yes, because he knew what he wanted. This boy has no idea at al . No clue what he is or what he wants. This one…if

you want him, you’l have to chase him.”

He real y hated when L C was right. Which was, unfortunately, to o damned often. “ I don’t want him. I didn’t want his

goddamned address but I found him and invited him here for the weekend—told him to come tonight after midnight. I’l

make it up to him but I don’t want to talk about it.” Damon slammed a hand on the table to end the discussion and LC

remained unimpressed.

“He’s going to get himself into trouble before then.”

“What are you talking about? It’s not even eleven.”

“He’s at the Underground. Fucking everything that moves…and he’s going to get himself into trouble with the way he’s

feeling. Besides, Joe and Hunt are coming on to him pretty strongly…and you know how they like to drug the men who

aren’t exactly wil ing.”

Damon’s blood ran cold. He knew that L C had sources a l over the club scene…he’d been a s taken with Tanner as

Damon had been, but for an entirely different reason. “You’ve been checking on him.”

“He needs someone to. Apparently, Joe and Hunt have been after him for years. Tanner’s always refused—would

rather fuck everything and everyone in sight. But when the bartender at the Underground spoke with Joe earlier, he said

he thought Tanner was warming up to the idea of being with the two of them.”

“Tanner has no idea what that would entail.”

“You’re right,” LC said as he stood to leave Damon’s loft. “But it’s not your problem, is it?”

Tanner and Hunt moved into the VIP area o f the bar before going t o the private back room. Jo e wa s already there,

holding court, but Hunt stuck close t o Tanner. Bought him a couple o f shots o f Jägermeister, sucked o n hi s neck as

Tanner downed the shots and then Hunt ran his tongue to Tanner’s lips.

“You and Jäger are a good mix,” Hunt murmured, brought yet another shot up to Tanner’s lips and man, he’d hate

himself in the morning, for many different reasons.

None of that mattered. He was living for the moment, and Hunt’s hand on his jean-clad cock was making that real y

easy.

“Glad you final y agreed to join us,” Hunt told him, and Tanner wondered where the sudden spike of his arousal came

from…and the dizziness.

Jägermeister was some strong shit but he was no lightweight. He grabbed for the bar but Hunt was there, arms

around his waist, steadying him. Kissing him until he was aware of the murmurs al around…knew they were being

watched.

“What did you give me?” he muttered to Hunt when he came up for air, but Joe was there with them, suggesting to

Hunt,

“Why don’t you take him back and let him get comfortable?”

Angry and horny al at once, Tanner let Hunt guide him through the smal maze of hal ways to the back room they’d

rented.

It was s o hard t o keep his thoughts straight, and they jumbled further every time Hunt tweaked o ne o f hi s nipples or

whispered that he couldn’t wait to get Tanner’s cock in his mouth.

Final y, they were in the private room.

“Ever been back here?”

Tanner shook his head, looked at the various implements lining the wal s—dildos, floggers, masks—

and it was al private and yet somehow way more intimidating than the room at Crave.

“I think I should go, Hunt,” he whispered, his throat suddenly dry as hel .

Hunt handed him a bottle of water. “Don’t worry so much—you’re gonna love it. You know you need it. Come on.”

Hunt urged him forward toward the bed, and Tanner let his knees buckle grateful y, sat on the edge and drank the

water.

Hunt stood in front of him, tugged off his own T-shirt, and then he moved to strip Tanner of his. Pushed him back and

yanked off his boots and jeans as wel .

The buzz of the drug though his veins was so…odd. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but his arms were around Hunt

then and they were rol ing together on the big bed—nipping, sucking at one another. Tanner’s cock leaked as Hunt

stroked it slowly.

Too slowly. Impatiently, he pushed Hunt down and mounted him to fuck him.

But strong hands landed on his shoulders, massaging him with cal used palms. “You’re so ready, aren’t you?”

It was Joe. He turned his head t o agree and then Joe kissed him, hard and fast and before Tanner knew i t, h e was

sandwiched between the two men on the bed.

His body was so fluid, and while Hunt sucked his cock, Tanner didn’t much care what Joe was doing to his arms and

his legs.

It was only when Joe turned him to his stomach and he realized he was bound and spread that he knew it was a bad

idea.

He struggled, but that’s what Joe and Hunt were after…that’s what turned them on.

“He’s ready,” he heard Hunt murmur, and the room spun a little.

Tanner was hazy as to why he’d original y agreed to come back here…something about proving to Damon that he

could do this whole D/s thing…that he was strong enough. But now, utter panic threatened to seep through the haze of

drugs and hard-ons. Whatever they’d given him made him horny as hel —but he didn’t want it from them.

Would’ve been helpful to come to that realization before he’d been cuffed, though.

Fuck.

He tried to act coherent and commanding, but al of that, just like al of this, was an act. “Joe, look—”

he started now, but Joe didn’t let him finish his thought.

“You’re not owned, so for tonight I own you.” Joe ran a rough palm across his ass, slapped it, then told Hunt what he

wanted. “Give the baby boy some water to make him feel better.”

Tanner refused to open his mouth, knew they were trying to drug him more and he’d had enough. He rubbed his lips

against the sheets after Hunt pul ed the bottle away. “What the hel are you talking about, being owned?”

“You don’t have a daddy or a master, so you’re a free agent. And you’re a big-enough boy to know what you were

signing up for.”

Tanner’s gut clenched. The terror was building fast now, and he staved off the panic attack, although just barely.

Through gritted teeth, he asserted, “I told you, I didn’t want to be fucked.”

“And I never agreed to your terms.” Joe ran another rough hand through Tanner’s hair and let it trail down his back.

Tanner’s dick was responding, his body turning traitor and Joe knew it. “Don’t worry—

when Hunt and I get through fucking you, you’l be begging for more. They al do.”

“Joe, let me the fuck up,” he growled, and Hunt laughed softly.

“This is gonna be fun. I hope he screams,” Hunt said and Tanner thrashed on the bed as Joe continued, his voice firm.

“I’m going to own you, Tanner. Hunt and I need a regular third and now, you’re it. We’re going to take you together…

two cocks in your tight, hot hole. You’re not going to know what to do with yourself once we’re both inside of you.”

Tanner fought a moan—less arousal and more fear because that’s what they wanted. His head swam, and he

struggled harder, even as Joe ran his hand along the crack of Tanner’s ass, fingering the sensitive flesh. “I can’t wait to

eat your ass…I’m going to take this patch of hair and suck on it until you scream.

And then you’l bury your face in my ass and eat it until I tel you to stop. You’re going to spend hours between my legs,

boy.”

“He’s only doing that with me.”

Tanner’s heart leaped at the sound of the deep growl, and even though humiliation burned deep inside of him, he had

no doubt that Damon was his savior.

“You can take a turn,” Joe offered the Dom, and Tanner turned his head to watch the exchange, saw Damon dressed

al in black and looking like a guardian angel sent from hel , a scowl on his face that Tanner was pretty sure was meant for

him.

“He’s mine,” Damon repeated.

“He wasn’t acting like yours—or anybody’s—when he was fucking in the back room.”

“He’s al owed to do that,” Damon said calmly. “Not this. “

“I guess he doesn’t fol ow your orders wel at al ,” Joe said and Tanner thought about how wel he’d fol owed Damon’s

orders last night…how being tied down then was so different than this, even though he’d hated Damon for it.

Yeah, that’s right—why was he looking to Damon to help him through anything?

Because you have no choice.

“Get your hands off him,” Damon told Joe through clenched teeth. “I don’t answer to you.”

But Joe wasn’t backing down. “Maybe the great Damon retired from Domming because he couldn’t hang on to his

boys.

But I can—and I wil . Now get the hel out of my room.” At Joe’s unrelenting stance, Tanner’s stomach lurched.

Damon had no real ties to him. There was no reason for him to start a fight when he could walk away.

And if Damon couldn’t get him out of this…

Tanner began to struggle against the bonds again, heard the bed creak and the binds bit his wrists. He didn’t care—

agitation made his throat tighten…until he felt a hand on the middle of his back.

“I’ve got you, sweet boy.” Damon’s voice was husky. Kinder than it had been moments earlier.

Save me, Damon.

He just didn’t realize he’d said it out loud.

When Damon had stormed his way into the Underground’s private rooms and bribed his way into Joe and Hunt’s

room, he hadn’t expected to discover Tanner tied up, spread-eagle on his stomach. The sight of the boy, bound with

locked, heavy leather cuffs strung together with heavier chains, legs spread on the king-sized bed, so vulnerable and so

fucking hot, took his breath away at first.

Tanner’s skin was golden. Smooth, with hard muscles, his ass spread…although, at the moment, he was nowhere

close to wil ing.

He could bury his face in that ass, eat it until the boy screamed with pleasure…but he’d already taken the boy publicly

and that had gone poorly, and the sight of Tanner struggling against the bonds broke his heart. He rubbed Tanner’s back

to calm him and it worked momentarily, but he could understand the boy’s panic.

This was a back room meant for play. Beyond the bed, there was the swing suspended from the ceiling, a wal lined

with different floggers. Dildos and plugs, presumably from Joe’s private col ection, and no doubt Joe planned on using

them inside Tanner tonight.

Damon knew that getting into a pissing match with Joe and Hunt wa s never a good idea. Jo e ha d always been an

asshole, wanting Damon’s status but unwil ing to extricate himself from the military in order to do so. He’d been with Hunt

for years, the two men picking up boys and fucking them on a regular basis until they broke them.