Chapter 33 - Desires
“So, you and the little mobster are really hitting it off?” Blaze asked Charlie over lunch.
“OMG! Yes, we are. I can’t believe how much fun I’m having with him. He’s so awesome! Charlie said excitedly. “He’s going to be here tonight. Do you want to have a double date?”
“That might be fun. I’ll have to ask the Master and see what he says. You know I can’t do anything without asking Garrett first.”
“You guys are still deep into this Master/sub thing, aren’t you?”
“Well, you know better than anyone that Garrett has full fucking control of me and everything about me. Well, as much control as he can have considering the work I do.”
“I know you have found your place as a submissive, but I still can’t believe how much control you let Garrett have.”
“You know it’s not polite to judge others.” Blaze said with a hint of sarcasm. “I am quite fucking happy surrendering my life to Garrett.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t judging. It’s just so weird that you’re such a big deal and you can’t even choose what you want for lunch. When did you cum last? Are you still wearing a chastity thing?”
“What the fuck, kiddo? You do know I’m your fucking boss? I might be a god damn submissive, but I can still fuck you up.”
“Ok! I wasn’t trying to be a dick. I can’t believe that is what I thought I wanted. I don’t think I could do it. Not like that. But, I’m happy for you.” Charlie paused for a moment and looked at Blaze quizzically, “happy is how I should feel about this for you, right?”
“Yes. Happy is correct. I am happy with Garrett. I am all fucking in this Dom/sub thing. I love serving him. I just wish he would get rougher with me like he did for a little while.”
“He doesn’t beat the shit out of you anymore? You poor thing.”
“You are being a snippy little bitch. You are supposed to be a nice kid.”
“I am nice. You know I’m curious too. Maybe I just miss our playtime.”
“Now we get to the real reason for this fucking strange interrogation. You miss my dick.”
“I miss your ass too. Your dick is probably locked up anyway.”
“I haven’t been in chastity for a while and Garrett lets me cum once a week. Happy now, porn slut?”
“Spidey! What the fuck?”
Blaze laughed mischievously, “awww, kiddo. You gotta be able to take what you dish out.” Blaze gave Charlie a playful punch in his shoulder. “It has been months since I’ve been with someone other than Garrett or someone he’s made me fuck. And as far as we go, you’ve been way too fucking busy with the Jewish Godfather.”
“He is a fisting master. He makes me fucking crazy. Damn, Spidey! I’m all horned up now!”
“Of course you are kiddo. It’s a day that ends in y.”
“With the campaign and all, Jack has been around a lot. Are you still allowed to fuck him?”
“No. Garrett took that away from me a long time ago. Jack is the only person that I miss being with like that.” Blaze held onto his drink and looked off blankly into the distance.
“You’re thinking about Jack, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah, right. You love him, don’t you? Like really love him? Maybe you’re in love with him?”
“Are you my fucking therapist now? For Christ’s sake.” Blaze gave Charlie a look, trying to seem annoyed, but he really didn’t mind answering Charlie’s questions. “But, you’re right. I am in love with Jack. I think I always will be.”
“Do you ever feel like you missed out? You know, like you should have been the one with him?”
“You’re lucky I fucking trust you. I would never want Harrison to know that I wish things didn’t work out for them. I would have snagged Jack up in a second if I could have. I haven’t told Garrett that either, so if you breathe a single fucking word of what I just said to anyone, I will rip your balls off and feed them to you.”
“Wow. Fuck. That is not arousing at all.” Charlie snickered. “But seriously, I would never do anything to hurt you. I owe you so much. I guess I just feel a little bad for you. You’re not with who you are supposed to be with.”
“Don’t. It’s all good. I am who I am supposed to be with. Jack and Harry have something really fucking amazing. I love the fuck out of Garrett and wouldn’t want to think of life without him.” After a brief moment to wipe away a tear, Blaze resumed his thoughts, “and you know, since I couldn’t be with Jack Holden, I ended up becoming Jack Holden. Well, a much fucking hotter version.”
“You’re weird. So damned weird. Ok, I still have work to do before I get Samuel from the airport. Do you want me to ask Daddy for permission to go on a double date?”
Blaze laughed. “You’re a fucking riot.” They both stood up to leave. As Blaze hugged Charlie, he told him, “Coming from you, kiddo, he will probably say yes.”
“Yay! Big gay double date!! I’ll text you later.”
***
Calista was having fun breaking Alex down from the obnoxious dickhead who raped her to a sweet, obedient fucktoy. Her and Kwang had grown fond of him and he liked them. They had become friends, and Calista was ready to help him achieve something that had eluded him since he was 16. She was going to get him his own exhibition.
When she took Alex in, Calista made it clear he had to play by her rules. Alex was so tired of being such a mess he gladly took her up on her offer. One of the rules was he had to become a productive person and do something good with his life. One of the things Alex wanted most now that his head was clear, was to make art again.
Calista gave Alex everything he needed to create art. It took him a little while to get back into his groove and some of the first pieces he made were less than stellar. It was Kwang who suggested that Alex mine his past for inspiration. Things got a little emotional among the three of them, but it did trigger Alex’s creativity. Eventually Alex was banging out stunning works of art. Calista knew he was ready. She called Blaze.
“Are you fucking serious? Why are you still dicking around with that fucking loser? He’s going to fall off the fucking wagon and fuck you over.” Blaze shouted into the phone. He was willing to give Calista the benefit of the doubt, but he really didn’t think Alex could be reformed and was just waiting for him to fuck up.
“Stop being so mean! You sound like druggie Harry. Alex is doing great! He’s so much better than he’s ever been. He is a good boy. And he’s so talented!” Calista excitedly defended Alex. “Please, Blaze. This is going to be so fun. I promise you he is not the same Alex you beat up for me. Blaze, I wouldn’t do this for him if I thought he was like he was then.”
“Girl, why is it so hard to say no to you?” Blaze still felt like a big brother to Calista and wanted to make her happy - even though she didn’t need to be stroked like that anymore. “I’m just curious, why don't you use your connections in New York? You don’t know gallery people there?”
“I do. I think we need to start in a different market first. DC has a good art market, but not the big time. That gallery where your fancy boyfriend showed is nice and you can get us in there.”
“Ok, I will make a call. But only on one condition.”
“What is it, Blaze? You know I’ll do anything for you.”
“Actually two things. Please stop saying bad things about Harrison, ok? He’s still our brother, even if you’re mad at him.”
“Blaze…ok, fine. I just can’t with Harry anymore, but I’ll keep my pretty little mouth shut about it. Now, what else do you want?”
“I want to talk to Alex. When you bring him down here, I get to have a one on one with him. I want to hear from him that he’s on the right track. You know I can tell if he’s fucking lying or not.”
“You better not hurt him. Got it? He’s going to be afraid of you, I know it.”
“He should be afraid of me. If he fucks you over, I will fucking hurt him, I promise that.”
***
Garrett and Blaze had been together for over two years, constantly working to strengthen their Dom/sub relationship. As time passed, the dynamic evolved from a casual arrangement to a true 24/7 dynamic. In addition to controlling Blaze's sexual life, Garrett also governs every aspect of Blaze's life. With the exception of his professional career, Blaze is fully submissive to Garrett's dominance.
Garrett's attitude towards Blaze's sexual activities has been inconsistent - initially allowing only Jack and Harrison to have sex with him, then giving him more freedom, and now restricting him from any sexual activity without Garrett's permission. Blaze is not allowed to orgasm, touch himself, watch porn, or even think about anything sexual without approval. They both knew from the beginning that controlling Blaze's sexual urges would be a challenge. Chastity has become a regular method used by Garrett to keep Blaze in line. It took some time, but Blaze has adapted to this new way of living. However, he does miss having sex with two people: Jack and Charlie. Garrett felt things were getting out of hand with those two and has strictly prohibited any intimacy between them.
Garrett, being the one without a full-time job, manages all aspects of their home, from keeping it clean to arranging it according to his taste. He consults Blaze for input, but ultimately makes the final decisions. Cooking is a shared responsibility between them, though Blaze serves and cleans up after meals. Even when it is Blaze's turn to cook, Garrett decides what will be prepared. As a couple, they sit down to meals like anyone else, except for one rule: Blaze cannot start eating until Garrett has begun and must attend to all of Garrett's needs throughout dinner. This includes refilling his water or wine glass. Sometimes, Garrett wants to assert his dominance and makes Blaze eat while kneeling on the floor next to him. On occasions when he needs to discipline or punish Blaze, Garrett may forbid him from eating altogether. Other times, he likes to have Blaze pleasure him under the table during meals before allowing him to eat his own meal.
Garrett takes advantage of Blaze sexually, using him aggressively. Garrett used to be triggered by rough behavior, but now he indulges in some of the hardcore abuse that Blaze desires. Although Garrett still holds back at times, he has become more assertive. Blaze has transformed into a submissive man, allowing Garrett to do whatever he pleases without any boundaries or objections. There is no safe word in their sexual relationship, and Blaze must comply with whatever Garrett wants. Despite this dynamic, Garrett ensures that Blaze is satisfied as well, but his own pleasure always comes first. They communicate regularly to ensure they are fulfilling each other's desires and enjoying their intimate encounters.
As his Dom, Garrett faces a constant challenge in controlling Blaze's orgasms. Despite their years together, Blaze still struggles with not being able to cum when he wants. And if there's one thing that consistently results in punishment from Garrett, it's breaking his rule against cumming without permission or begging for release. The chastity devices that once seemed like torture now feel natural to Blaze. Yet, amidst all the frustration and longing for his sexual freedom, Blaze finds himself asking to be locked up, seemingly enjoying the control. Surprisingly, Blaze doesn’t miss sex with others as much as he thought he would, though he really misses the fun he had with Jack or Charlie. He works hard to suppress those thoughts and focus on his commitment to Garrett.
Every aspect of Blaze's life is under Garrett's control. From what he wears, to what he eats, and even the music he listens to - everything must be approved by Garrett. This controlling behavior has escalated over time as Garrett seeks more dominance over Blaze. Despite initial resistance, Blaze eventually gave in and embraced his submissive nature. Now, he must ask for permission for even the most basic tasks, such as using the bathroom. When they go out to eat, Garrett orders for Blaze or dictates what he can have. If they go to a bar, Garrett chooses which drinks Blaze is allowed to have, if any at all. Garrett also enforces a strict workout schedule for Blaze, demanding at least an hour of exercise every day according to his instruction.
Blaze always walks a foot behind Garrett and to his left when they are in public. He dutifully opens doors for Garrett, carries his purchases, and waits until Garrett sits before taking a seat himself. At BDSM parties, Blaze is either on a leash or crawling on all fours and can only speak when spoken to. This rule applies in general though Blaze is able to interact with those he has a professional relationship with, should they see anyone while out and about. When they attend professional or political events together, Blaze is allowed to act independently and does not need to tend to Garrett's needs, although at a minimum he must still ensure Garrett is comfortable.
Blaze has more freedom while at work, but still maintains constant communication with Garrett throughout the day. Due to the unpredictable nature of Blaze's schedule, they have a set number of check-ins per day instead of specific times. If Blaze is out of town, he must not only text but also call and be available for video calls. Garrett can track Blaze's location through a tracking device on his phone and watch. Blaze also shares his schedule with Garrett and keeps him updated on any changes or movements. Charlie plays a crucial role in this aspect of Blaze's service by managing his schedule and ensuring that Garrett is always aware of his whereabouts. Garrett understands that Blaze's job requires flexibility and allows him enough leeway to handle unexpected events.
At home, Blaze closely adheres to these rules. He can freely express himself and speak his mind. However, he is not permitted to wear clothes inside the house. Instead of using the main entrance, Blaze must enter through the second entrance. Upon his arrival, he immediately undresses and kneels on a mat by the door. This is his presentation position - his body upright with shoulders back and arms clasped behind his head. He must maintain this pose until Garrett acknowledges him and switches out his collars.
Blaze's sole purpose is to please Garrett in every conceivable way. He ensures that Garrett always has a drink on hand, massages his body and feet, and fulfills any sexual desire Garrett may have - whether it involves Blaze or not. Blaze is always ready to serve. When they are at home, Garrett gives Blaze some alone time and does not expect him to do anything. The only rule is that Blaze cannot engage in anything sexual or cum during his free time.
Additionally, once a week, they set aside time to share their feelings with each other. This is when new expectations and desires are discussed, including any potential new sexual experiences. It is also a chance for them to address any issues or concerns and strengthen their bond. During one of these conversations, Garrett surprised Blaze by proposing something unexpected.
“I’m really happy that this is working so well for both of us. You are fucking perfect, boy.” Garrett said with pride.
Blaze's heart swelled with happiness. "Thank you, Sir. I never thought I would be this happy serving someone, but it feels right with you. This is truly who I am, and I feel lucky to have found someone like you." He gazed at Garrett adoringly and placed his hand on his thigh. "I also appreciate that you respect my professional space. I've heard horror stories about other Dom/sub couples."
"Of course, Blaze. I don’t even have a job and have no fucking clue what I would do anyway. Your job is important to you and a part of who you are. That's one of the reasons I love you so much. I would never interfere with that." Garrett took Blaze's hand and guided it to his hardening cock. "It's kind of hot that you're a boss all day and then drop to your knees for me at home like a little bitch. It makes me so fucking horny knowing that you do it just for me."
"I can tell," Blaze replied with a grin. "Would you like me to take care of this for you, Sir?"
"Not yet. I have something important to ask you." Garrett reached for his phone on the nearby side table and tapped on the screen a few times before scrolling through some photos. He opened one up, showing a phrase written in a beautiful, stylized script that was clearly in another language. "I know this may be a lot to ask, but would you consider getting this tattooed on your chest?"
Blaze was caught off guard by the unexpected request from Garrett. He couldn't help but feel intrigued and open to the idea. "What does it mean?" he asked.
"Ägda - Älskade. It's Swedish for 'owned - loved'. I recently discovered that I have Swedish heritage when I was looking into my background. The rest of my ancestry is northern Italian and French," Garrett explained, noticing Blaze's skeptical expression. "I know this may seem sudden, but I've put a lot of thought into it. And I also know that you had someone special in your life who was Swedish, so I didn't want to trigger anything. But as I thought about ways to mark you as mine, this seemed like the most meaningful and least intrusive option. You really are owned, and loved."
Blaze was taken aback by the symbolism and the unexpected connection to Claes. "I'm not totally against it. I can tell this means a lot to you and you've thought about it carefully. The Swedish connection is a bit weird for me, but at least it's not French because fuck that. I don’t need reminders of my asshole father. That would have been an immediate rejection. I guess I have a thing for Swedish guys, who knew?"
"So, are you going to do it? Oh wait! Before you answer, look at this." Garrett swiped to another photo of a heart with the fire symbol in the middle. "This is the one I want to get. It's pretty obvious what it means."
Seeing the fire symbol inside a heart stirred up emotions in Blaze. "Is this your way of marking yourself for me?"
"Yeah. I love you so much, Blaze, and I want this to be like a ritual or ceremony for us to solidify our commitment to each other. Plus, I have all these crappy tattoos from prison and I want one that represents how much I love you…and the one for you shows everyone that you are taken and loved. Is that too much to ask? I don't want you to feel pressured into doing it though. I could force you, but that wouldn't be fair."
Blaze hugged Garrett tightly, as if he would float away if he didn't hold on. "Garrett, I love you and I love this idea. Of course I'll do it. The look on your face says it all. Honestly, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Hell, I'd even cut off my own arm if you asked me to." Garrett chuckled and shook his head no. "Good. But seriously, this means everything to me. Thank you. Let's do it."
“I already set up an appointment for this Friday. Charlie told me you didn’t have any plans, so we could spend the day together getting tattoos. We'll make it a special experience.” Garrett paused and looked at his own body, “plus I can finally fix some of these horrible mistakes.”
“That's great. I won't mind seeing those terrible tattoos covered up or redone. You knew I would agree to this, right?”
“I was hoping you would. Charlie helped me choose the font.”
“Can I ask you for one favor?”
“Of course, boy, what do you want?”
“I want you to keep this one,” Blaze said as he traced his finger over the word ‘owned’ tattooed on his arm. “We both know that we’re equally owned.”
“Oh hell no, man! I hate these fucking prison tattoos.”
“But look at how perfect and clear my skin is. If I have to be marked up – which I am doing for you my fucking love – then I want you to keep this one. The others, especially Paco’s name, are just reminders of being a bad time in your life, especially this fucking mess, ‘propurty’. You can pick something else to mark me with if you'd like.”
“Fine. Good thing I love you so much. And don’t ask what I’m going to choose for you. It’ll be a surprise.”
"I mean it, Garrett. I'll do anything for you," Blaze insisted. "So let me ask you, if we're going to make this a special moment, why not make it official?"
"Official? What do you mean?" Garrett paused, trying to process Blaze's suggestion.
"I mean making our whole fucking relationship official. This isn't exactly how I imagined proposing, but..." Blaze dropped down to one knee and bowed in front of Garrett. Slowly, he looked up with tears in his eyes. "Garrett, my Sir, my love, my best friend, my protector - the man who means everything to me - will you marry me?"
"Holy fucking shit! Blaze! Are you serious?" Garrett felt overwhelmed with emotion. "Yes! Yes, I will fucking marry you!"
"It's done then." Blaze pulled Garrett into a hug. "We'll get our tattoos on Friday, and we'll get married. I have a client who's a judge and we can ask Charlie to be one of our witnesses. You can ask one of your buddies too."
"I don’t think any of my buds are close enough to invite. Charlie can bring Samuel, he’s in town, right? And Jack will be here too?" Garrett suggested. "Let's ask them to be there with us. Especially Jack, he needs to be a part of this."
"You know how much that would mean to me. Let's do it!" Blaze climbed back on the couch and straddled Garrett. "But first, I want to show you how fucking happy I am that we're doing this." He leaned in for a passionate kiss. "Just tell me what you want tonight, Sir."
"No, not like that," Garrett pushed Blaze away gently. "Right now, it's just you and me. No roles, no titles. We're equals, as we always have been. And now you're going to be my husband, so…
“So, I don’t have to be your bitch anymore?” Blaze asked playfully.
“You know you like being my bitch,” Garrett replied with a smirk, then they shared a laugh as they bantered back and forth about their dynamic.
“Actually, I fucking love it.” Blaze leaned in for a kiss, then started kissing his way down Garrett’s body. Garrett's hands roamed over Blaze's toned physique as he moaned in pleasure. Blaze made his way to Garrett's chest, sucking and biting on his nipples which drove him wild. In response, Garrett pounded his fists into Blaze's back before pushing him onto the floor. He stood over him and commanded, "bed, now, boy. NOW." Blaze eagerly ran to the bedroom while Garrett followed, stripping off his remaining clothes and turning off lights along the way.
Blaze lay on the bed as Garrett approached. Without words, Garrett pointed to his hard, thick cock and snapped his fingers. Blaze immediately took his Master's girthy ten inch cock deep into his mouth, expertly pleasuring him.
Garrett removed his cock from Blaze's eager mouth and stepped back. He climbed onto the bed and positioned Blaze on his back, pulling his legs up over his head. With a firm grip on his thick tool, Garrett entered Blaze's tight hole with force. The intensity of the moment hit him hard as he pounded into Blaze's body, their skin pressing together in heated passion. Their lips were locked in a constant kiss as they lost themselves in each other's raw emotion.
With a fierce grip, Garrett pins Blaze's hands above his head, their fingers entwined as he relentlessly thrusts into him. His gaze never falters from the boy he adores, their bodies moving in a fiery symphony of desire.
Blaze's body convulses with pleasure, his gasps and moans intensifying with every thrust of Garrett's relentless movements. With a primal cry, Blaze's orgasm exploded from him, a deluge of hot, sticky cum spraying onto both their heaving chests, despite the fact that he never touched his cock. The intensity of the moment left Blaze shaking and spent, completely consumed by the sensations overtaking his body.
As Garrett felt his own climax building, he gripped Blaze's legs and pushed them over his shoulders, driving into him with even more force and speed. Their bodies were slick with sweat as they pounded against each other in a frenzy of lust. Finally, with a loud growl, Garrett exploded inside of Blaze, spilling out more cum than he ever thought possible.
After pulling out and collapsing next to Blaze, both of them were breathless and exhausted from their passionate workout. As they lay there holding hands, they knew they were meant to be together forever.
"I will never leave you, Blaze. I will always be by your side."
"You're stuck with me too. We'll be together forever."
***
“I’m sorry Mistress, I’m really nervous.” Alex whispered to Calista as they went through airport security.
“Alex, I promise everything will be fine. You’re going to have an awesome exhibition and this is going to be the start of something big for you.” Calista gave Alex a reassuring pat on his shoulder to nudge him along. “I’m really proud of how far you’ve come since I found you.”
“You are doing awesomeness, Mr. Alex.” Kwang added for good measure.
Calista was bringing Alex to Washington, DC to check out the gallery that Blaze connected them with. Alex was carrying a portfolio of some of his work. A few other pieces were shipped ahead of time. Alex was nervous about a few things. For one, he hasn’t been out in public since he arrived at Calista’s several months ago. Alex is perfectly happy to not have to deal with other people and just be with Calista and Kwang. The thought of being around people who were looking at him and judging him made Alex feel too vulnerable. He spent so much time treating people like shit that he was worried he wouldn’t be able to do anything else.
He was also afraid of flying. Alex had never been on a plane before. “I’m scared, Mistress. I’ve never been on a plane before.”
“Listen, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about. We’ll be sitting in first class, being treated very well. Kwang, maybe this is a good time for one of those edibles you have.” Kwang reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag filled with pot gummies and handed one to Alex. Without hesitation, Alex popped it into his mouth. “It is a really short flight. This will be good practice for when we take your show to Europe!”
“Yeah, ok…” Alex wasn’t convinced this was all a good thing. He had spent so much time being a fuck up, that doing something like this was surreal to him. Kwang had become very good at reading Alex and knew something else was bothering him. They entered the airline club and took a few seats.
“Mr. Alex, I am thinking you are upset about another thing. Please share with us. We want to be good for you.” Kwang asked.
Alex just looked down. “It’s nothing. Thank you for doing this for me Mistress, and you too Kwang.”
“Don’t shut down now, Bratman. What else is bothering you?”
“I don’t want to make you mad, Mistress. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Do I have to embarass you in front of all of these people and make you kneel at my feet?” Calista asked knowing full well that she wouldn't do that to him. The empty threat worked.
“No, Mistress. It’s just that…I…I am afraid of…Blaze. He hates me. He and your other friend really hurt me. I think they wanted to kill me. I don’t want to be alone with him. He’s going to hurt me, I know it. And I know I deserve it.”
Calista felt sad that Alex was so traumatized. She knew that Justin and Blaze dealt with Alex in a harsh way when they took him away from Jack’s mansion after she was raped by him. She also knew he’d been through so much since then. It was understandable that he’d fear meeting Blaze. “Hey, look at me. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, ok? I didn’t pull you out the mess you were in so you could get beat up again. Blaze will not hurt you. If he does, it won’t go well for him.”
“We got you, Mr. Alex.” Kwang said confidently.
“Ok. Please don’t let him hurt me.” Alex was literally trembling in fear.
“I think he needs a drink too, Kwang. Get him something strong. A nice old fashioned should do the trick.” Kwang dashed off to follow Calista’s orders. “Get me some champagne too, love!”
***
That night at that crazy party at Jack’s, Samuel stumbled into the room and found Charlie. He had no idea that it would be the beginning of his first – and only – real relationship. Samuel had no problem hooking up with anyone he wanted, but he always found that either he had no interest in anything more, they were only interested in his power or money, they feared him, or they just weren’t available to him. Being someone who was essentially a mob boss didn’t lend itself to dating casually.
For a while, Samuel tried to meet boys to date, but after so many dead ends, he simply gave up. He knew he could find whatever sex he needed and if he wanted to connect with someone emotionally, he could just pay someone to pretend. It was certainly an empty feeling, but it allowed him to feel something. When he met Jack he thought he’d met the one, but he quickly found out that Jack wasn’t available in that way. He liked Jack enough, trusted him and was so aroused by him, that he had no trouble keeping something going between them.
Then Charlie came along. Someone ten years younger than him was not who he thought he’d fall for. Younger guys, mainly twinks, annoyed him. They were always so vapid or immature. He liked the company of guys older than him, or at least closer to his own age. Charlie surprised him. He may have only been in his early 20s, but he was intelligent, considerate, mature and seemed experienced beyond his years.
Samuel’s feelings for Charlie were really blossoming into something much more than just liking him. He was falling in love with the boy. He never stopped thinking about him and he missed him every moment he wasn’t with him. Hearing his voice made his body tingle. He thought he was the cutest and sexiest boy alive. Charlie’s insatiable sexual appetite and penchant for kinkiness only made him more desirable.
***
Jack and Samuel were on Jack’s private jet on their way to DC. They were both a little wiped out from an intense, but pleasurable date the night before.
With Harrison out fucking everyone in Milwaukee, Jack decided to invite Samuel over to spend the night before they took off for DC. He knew Samuel had been wanting to have more than just a quick fisting session, but to actually spend the night with him. He decided to not only spend the night with Samuel, but to also take him on a date. It turned out to be quite a night and even though Samuel is falling for Charlie, he found himself even more infatuated with Jack than he’d already been. As he looked at Jack in the glow of the sun, he couldn’t help but want to continue where they left off that morning.
Samuel shifted in his seat as he glanced out the window at the endless expanse of clouds below. The sun was casting a warm glow through the cabin of Jack's private jet. He could feel the residual warmth from their previous night together lingering in his bones, and it wasn't just the heat of the sun that had him feeling so hot and bothered.
Jack sat across from him, scrolling through something on his phone with a calm demeanor that belied the horniness brewing in Samuel's mind. Samuel watched him for a moment, admiring the way his fingers moved over the screen, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each swipe. Fuck. I can’t believe he is 55. He’s so fucking hot. Samuel stared at Jack, admiring his once-dark brown hair now peppered with gray, especially around the temples, adding to his refined, mature look. His sharp features and expressive eyes conveying a sense of introspection and intensity.
It was all too much for Samuel to handle, especially after the night they had shared.
"Hey, Jack," Samuel said, his voice low and rough, "Whatcha up to?"
Jack looked up, his eyes meeting Samuel's, "Nothing particularly exciting. Reading campaign updates, responding to a text from Harrison."
Samuel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "And how is Harrison? I still can’t believe he hooked up with one of my best dealers. Is he still on a bender?”
Jack let out a reflective sigh, “Hmmmm, yeah, he’s still going through something. He’s good though. We’ve both been so busy we haven’t connected in like a week. I don’t know. I feel like I should give him his space to figure himself out, but I also wonder if I should worry more. I know what I was like when I was his age. I hope he’s not struggling like I did and acting out because of it.”
Samuel was surprised by the openness of Jack’s response. “You haven’t talked to him about it?”
“Not much, at least not lately. Anyway, he texted a bit ago about his night and was just checking in to say he loves me.”
“That’s sweet. I love that he does that. It’s been like three years now, right? I’m jealous of what you two have.”
“Yep, three years and counting. Don’t be jealous, you are clearly in love with Charlie. You never stop talking about him. He’s a good kid. Blaze says he’e very into you. I wouldn’t be jealous. You have your own relationship developing.”
“True. I do love that kid. I hope he feels the same way. I don’t know if I can handle heartbreak.” Samuel unbuckled his seatbelt and went over to Jack, straddling his legs as he climbed onto his seat. “I can’t thank you enough for last night. That was really…special. I know we’re just friends, but it was nice to have that kind of time with you. You know, for more than just…” Samuel held up his right arm and pushed through his left hand to signify fisting.
“It was a nice night. I’m glad you enjoyed it and that we finally got to do it. We went at it for a long time, didn’t we?”
“Like four hours. And again this morning.” Samuel brushed Jack’s hair from his face. “You really are some kind of supernatural being. No one lets me work their ass that long.”
“When I am being fisted by someone as good as you, I can take it as long as you can give it.”
Samuel reached down to Jack’s crotch, “Still in chastity? I thought you just wore that for me?”
“Ever since you introduced Harrison to it, he’s had me wear it. He likes the way I look in it. I kinda like the way it feels.”
“Are you wearing the same one from last night? The one that pushes your dick inside you?”
“As Harrison would say, yeppers!”
Reaching into his pants, Samuel adjusted his hardening cock, “You are really so fucking hot, Jack. I don’t know what it is. You’re handsome as fuck and you just…you just like, radiate sex. It’s no wonder you get laid as much as you do.”
“It’s a burden I must carry.” Jack chuckled as he rubbed Samuel’s hard cock over his pants.
“You said you’ve played around on this plane, right?” Jack nodded. “I was thinking... I still have some energy left over from last night." Samuel paused, letting the words hang in the air between them. "And I was wondering if maybe you'd be up for...." He held up his arm again.
Jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"
Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, as he snickered at Jack’s "I want to fist you again," he said, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess himself. "Both hands. Deep. Punching. All of it. Right now."
Jack's smirk widened into a full-blown grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Is that so? There is a bedroom on this plane, you know…" he replied, his voice heavy with desire.
Without waiting for a response, Samuel stood up and grabbed Jack’s hands, leading him to the bedroom. Once inside, they both frantically stripped. Jack got on the bed on all fours, Samuel grabbed some towels and went for the lube. He looked down at Jack’s ass, all red and puckered from the workout he gave it the night before. “Push it out for me, Jack.”
Jack immediately tensed and pushed, squeezing down on his insides. With a grunt of effort, a thick prolapse appeared, protruding out like a giant rosebud coated in lube and semen. The red and pink flesh piled together, creating an almost flower-like appearance.
"God, that's beautiful," Samuel murmured in admiration. He leaned down and started licking and sucking on the exposed flesh, causing Jack to whine and moan at the sensation of being pleasured in such a way. Samuel hummed as he tasted the delicate innards before him, relishing in their sweet flavor. Jack could only bury his head in the pillow and tremble as Samuel continued to suck and lick, fully enveloping the prolapse with his mouth and savoring every moment of it.
Samuel's tongue lapped at Jack's prolapse, savoring the taste of every inch of his insides that had been filled with so many loads. He swirled his tongue into every crease, eliciting moans from Jack as he shivered with pleasure.
After a moment, Samuel pulled back and let the prolapse slip out of his mouth. "That's some good stuff," he mumbled in a daze, licking his lips. “I love knowing that I helped create that beautiful flower.” He pushed his fingers into the middle of the rosebud causing the prolapse to sink back inside and become a wet, wrinkled tunnel once more. Samuel admired the sight for a moment before commenting, "You have such a beautiful hole."
Samuel's fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, his hands hovering just above Jack's skin. "Relax," Samuel instructed, his voice steady despite the wildfire burning inside him. "Just breathe. I am going to go hard on you." His fingers brushed against Jack’s entrance, teasingly slow, making him squirm slightly in anticipation.
"Fuck," Jack groaned, pushing his ass back onto Samuel’s hand as his fingers pressed against his hole. "Don't make me wait too long, Samuel. Go as hard as you want."
Samuel's cock twitched at the sound of his name on Jack's lips, but he kept his focus. With a deep breath, he pressed his fist against Jack's entrance, feeling the muscles stretch and yield around his hand. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed his entire fist inside, then pushed forward until he was elbow deep. Jack's only response was a low moan, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "That's... that's incredible."
Samuel let out a shaky breath, his own arousal threatening to overwhelm him, as he pushed deeper. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, his voice raw with need. "God, Jack, you're amazing." He pushed his arm all the way up to his shoulder, then twisted his fist around.
Jack's hands gripped the sheets on the bed and he let out a loud yelp as Samuel abruptly yanked his arm out in one fast pull. But Samuel didn't stop there. He began to punch fist, thrusting his arms in and out with rapid, forceful movements. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure shooting through Jack's body, his insides clenching around Samuel's arms like a vice. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the cabin, mixed with Jack's cries of delight and Samuel's grunts of exertion.
Jack's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, every nerve ending alight with a fire that burned hotter with each passing second. He could feel the pressure building inside him, a storm of pleasure that threatened to consume him entirely as Samuel worked him over with relentless precision.
Samuel’s breath was ragged, each exhale a testament to the effort he was putting into the task at hand. His biceps bulged as he steadily worked each arm deep into Jack’s yielding hole. He was punching at a furious pace, falling into a trance, determined to further destroy the abused ass in front of him. Samuel spent the better part of 15 minutes rage fisting Jack’s hole. The searing pain that shot through Jack’s body was intense, and just what he loved. The soft hum of the jet engines was barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing, punctuated by the occasional grunt or moan.
The feeling of Jack’s insides around his arms sent shivers up Samuel’s spine. He continued to thrust, driving them both harder and harder until there was nothing but raw, unfiltered bliss. His own orgasm was close, the tension in his body reaching a boiling point that demanded release. With a brutal thrust, Samuel pushed deeper than ever before, feeling Jack's inner walls clamp down on his arms.
Jack's response was a guttural moan, his body trembling with the intensity of the experience. He could feel Samuel's arms moving inside him, exploring, pushing deeper, stretching him. The sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure.
Samuel pushed both arms in together, pushing them all the way past his elbows. He kept that position for a moment and then began to thrust his arms rhythmically, the movement fluid and controlled. Each thrust brought him deeper into Jack, the friction causing sparks of sensation that radiated through Jack's entire body.
"Oh Fuck, Samuel... yes, just like that," Jack panted, his voice breaking with each word. "Don't stop... I need more."
Samuel's eyes darkened with lust, his movements growing more assertive. He could feel Jack's body yielding to him, the tightness around his arms giving way to a slick, welcoming heat. Sweat glistened on Samuel's brow as he increased the pace, his arms pistoning in and out of Jack with brutal efficiency. The smell of their exertion intensified, adding another layer to the sensory overload. Jack's body writhed beneath him, caught in a vortex of pleasure that threatened to consume him entirely.
Samuel growled with determination, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him. With one final, almighty push, he drove his arms deeper, feeling Jack's body shudder as he came, waves of pleasure crashing over him.
With a guttural roar, Samuel surged forward, burying his arms to the elbows inside Jack as his own climax tore through him. He could feel his seed spilling onto Jack and the bed, the warmth spreading through his abdomen as he pulsed with the force of his release.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the only sound the heavy breathing of two men spent from the intensity of their connection. Samuel slowly withdrew his arms, wincing at the soreness in his muscles but feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Jack rolled over, his body covered in sweat, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Samuel leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jack's forehead. "Feeling okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the rough nature of their activities.
Jack nodded, too exhausted to speak. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes and savoring the afterglow of their experience. Samuel wiped his arms off before collapsing next to Jack.
The private jet hummed quietly around them, the only reminder that they were not alone in the world. Samuel wrapped an arm around Jack, pulling him close as they both drifted into a state of contented relaxation.
***
Cameron was waiting for them at the airport. He was parked on the tarmac at Dulles. By now, Cameron had been put through all of the security protocols and training so that he could meet Jack in places like the tarmac. Jack’s plane always landed in a highly secure area reserved for politicians, dignitaries and CEOs. Even though Cameron had been in this area many times now, he still got chills that he had access to it.
Over the last several months Cameron has been driving Jack around almost exclusively. He’s done so well that when Jack isn’t around, Cameron gets to drive various members of Congress and administration officials as well. It’s been several months since Jack and Cameron first hooked up and usually when Jack is in town, he and Cameron spend their free time together. Of course, this means they fuck - a lot. Jack has also broadened Cameron’s horizons in many other ways. The relationship is kept very discreet so it doesn’t interfere with the operations of the company.
As usual, there was a lot of work to be done on this trip, but there was something special about it as well. Jack was going to meet Cameron’s father. He knew that Jack had helped his family out and initially felt bad about it, as if he were taking charity, but he soon realized that this was Jack’s way. He now worked for the company managing several of Jack’s office buildings in DC. Cameron’s sister was attending American University studying Economics.
As Cameron met them at the plane, he had the biggest smile on his face. He was always excited to see Jack. Samuel nudged Jack with his elbow. “This kid just lit up like a fucking menorah! He’s the one you told me about, right?”
“Yes…” Jack quickly grabbed Cameron’s hand and then turned to introduce him and Samuel. “Cameron, meet the midwest's most successful pleasure pharmacists, Samuel.” Cameron looked confused, not quite understanding the sarcasm in Jack’s introduction.
“Hi Cameron. Great to meet you. I’m basically a drug dealer.”
“Uh…y-y-yes, um, n-nice to m-m-m-eet you S-Samuel.” Cameron leaned over to Jack and whispered in his ear, “can we not mention to my Dad that I’m driving a drug dealer around?”
Jack just laughed and put his arm around Cameron. “You are so fucking adorable. It’s good to see you.”
Jack took Cameron and Samuel to lunch, which sort of eased Cameron’s concerns about Samuel, but also raised others. Once lunch was over, they were dropped off at the office where Samuel was able to reunite with Charlie and Jack was able to spend some time with Blaze.
“Tomorrow night we’re going on a double date with Charlie and Sam. I already made reservations, so just fucking plan on it.” Blaze was smiling like the Cheshire cat.
“You are up so something, so just fucking tell me now.”
“Come with me…” Blaze walked Jack into his office. “We also have plans on Friday. You are going to be my best man.”
“Your…what? You…oh shit! Blaze! That’s fucking awesome!! That is the last thing I expected to hear from you today. Congratulations!”
“Thanks, Jack. I honestly never thought in a million years that I’d be doing any of this, let alone getting married. I’m pretty fucking excited. Oh, and there’s one more thing, since we’re not allowed to fuck anymore, I guess I’ll just show you here.” Blaze loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tattoo. “Garrett asked me to do this for him. What do you think?”
“It’s fucking hot! I always thought you’d look good with a little ink.” Jack brushed his fingers over the artwork. “And please don’t remind me that we’re not allowed to fuck.”
“It’s ok. You and your DC boyfriend fuck plenty I’m sure.”
They walked out of the office with their arms around each other and joined Charlie and Samuel in Charlie’s office. They were barely keeping their hands off of each other. “Oh, um… hey. We were going to…”
“Easy Charlie. You really aren’t fucking serious thinking I would take issue with you making out with your boyfriend in the office, right? How many times have you fucked me over my desk?”
Charlie chuckled. “Yeah, I know. It just felt weird for a second. Are you cool if I take off? I’m taking Samuel to the National Gallery, but not before he rails me at my apartment.”
“Go on! Have fun. I’ll see you in the morning. Remember, we’re meeting with the Speaker tomorrow and I need you on your fucking game. You’re my Wikipedia.”
“Alright, I’m out of here. I’ll see you all in the morning. Be prepared, Johnson is a real bore.”
Jack gave hugs to everyone and dashed off. Blaze remarked that he was probably in a hurry to get Cameron’s cock in him.
Which he was.
***
“Are you done for the day?”
“I am done with anything that doesn’t involve you.”
Jack and Cameron finally hugged each other, leading to a very passionate kiss. “Fuck, Jack, I missed you. I’m so happy you’re back.”
“I missed you too. So what’s this about a new apartment?”
“Oh yes!! I am so excited to show it to you. And…I hope we can christen it. I have been saving that for you. I even turned down a threesome to make sure you were the first there.”
“You’re a fucking riot. I am horny as fuck so let’s get going.” Jack paused for a second. “In fact, I can’t wait.” Jack opened the door and waved Cameron into the car.
“H-H-Here? J-Jack, this is ww-w-where y-you work!”
“The windows are tinted and I own the fucking place. If someone wants to give me trouble, they will find trouble themselves. Come on!”
Cameron's heart pounded, he had been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since Jack’s last visit. Now, finally, they were alone again, and Cameron felt a surge of excitement course through him. He loved every second he spent with Jack.
They spilled into the back of the SUV, groping at each other like horny teenagers. Cameron leaned in, his lips brushing against Jack's ear as he whispered, "I missed you."
Jack chuckled softly, sending shivers down Cameron's spine. "Missed you too, kiddo."
Jack's smile widened, and he leaned in, capturing Cameron's lips in a hungry kiss. The touch of Jack's tongue against his own sent a jolt of electricity through Cameron's body, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, tongues intertwining as their hands began to explore each other's bodies.
Cameron's fingers found the buttons of Jack's shirt, quickly undoing them one by one. He pushed the fabric aside, his hands gliding over the older man's chest. Jack's skin was warm under his touch, his body firm and inviting. Cameron could feel the pounding of Jack's heart, matching his own frantic rhythm.
The space was tight, but it only added to the intensity of the moment. Cameron positioned himself on his knees, facing Jack, and reached out to undo his pants fully. He slid them down, revealing Jack's cock locked up in chastity.
"You're... locked up again?" Cameron asked, his voice tinged with both surprise and arousal.
Jack nodded, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Samuel likes it and he had me last night. And you know Harrison likes to keep me like this lately."
Cameron licked his lips, his mind racing with possibilities. "So you don’t have a key?”
“There’s an emergency key that I will give you later. Now, are you going to fuck me or what? I need to feel you inside me."
Cameron's breath hitched at the command. He pulled back, his own cock hard and throbbing in his jeans. Without a word, he quickly stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside. Jack did the same. Cameron admired the sight for a moment, the contrast of Jack's older body with the youthful energy coursing through him.
Then, Cameron spit on his hands and slicked up his cock. He spit again and added a little to Jack’s hungry hole. He positioned himself at Jack's entrance, his lubed cock pressing against the well worn ring of muscle. With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the velvety insides of Jack as he breached his body.
Jack gasped, his nails digging into Cameron's shoulders as he welcomed the intrusion. Cameron began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each push sent jolts of pleasure through him, the sensation of Jack's inner walls sliding along his cock impossible to resist.
"Fuck, Jack," Cameron groaned, his hips picking up speed. "You feel so good."
Jack's response was to moan loudly, and beg for more. "Harder," Jack demanded, his voice breaking. "Give it to me, Cameron,” his body arching as Cameron fucked him with abandon. The SUV rocked slightly with each thrust, the confined space making every movement amplified. Cameron could feel the heat building within him, the pressure mounting with each passing second. “Oh fuck…that’s it Cameron! Fuck me harder!”
Cameron needed no further encouragement. No longer the nervous and inexperienced top, he slammed into Jack with renewed vigor, his cock pistoning in and out of him. Jack's cries grew louder, his nails scoring lines down Cameron's back as he clung to him for dear life. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the small space, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Cameron could feel his orgasm approaching, the waves of pleasure cresting higher with each thrust. He tightened his grip on Jack's hips, his movements growing more erratic as he chased the release that was just out of reach.
"Jack," Cameron panted, his voice a breathless plea. "I'm so close."
He could feel Jack's inner muscles clenching around him, the telltale sign that Jack was teetering on the edge, though he wouldn’t be able to cum. With a final, desperate thrust, Cameron threw himself over the precipice, his cock pulsing as he pumped Jack full of his sperm.
Cameron collapsed on top of Jack, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The world seemed to blur around them, the only reality being the shared ecstasy they had just experienced. Cameron nuzzled into Jack's neck, his lips brushing against his pulse point as he whispered, "I needed that, Jack. But tonight, we'll take our time."
Jack chuckled softly, his hand stroking Cameron's hair. “You take all the time you need, kiddo.”
