Yearning
Alex was filled with anxiety as he headed to the bar to meet Blaze. It would be just the two of them, the first time they would have seen each other since Blaze and Justin had violently punished him for raping Calista. Alex had begged her to come with him, but she insisted he face Blaze alone. He knew it was a test of his strength and independence. She wanted to see him regain control of his life, and believed facing Blaze alone would help.
Blaze was already seated at a corner booth when Alex arrived.
Their eyes locked as Alex approached and the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. A thousand thoughts raced through their minds, unspoken yet clear in their gazes. Despite the fear and dread Alex felt, there was also a strange attraction towards Blaze.
"Hey, Alex," Blaze greeted him with a smooth voice. "You made it."
Alex tried to maintain some composure, but he was trembling from head to toe - clearly showing his fear. Blaze gestured for him to sit down and after a brief hesitation, Alex complied. As they both sat down, the air felt heavy with tension, like a suffocating fog surrounding them. "Uh...yeah...hey Blaze," Alex managed to mumble.
"So," Blaze began, "how have you been since our last… encounter?" Even though he spoke carefully, avoiding any mention of the trauma he had caused Alex, there was a snarky undertone in his voice.
"I'm good," Alex muttered, trying to sound confident but feeling anything but as his heart raced in his chest. He desperately searched for any shred of confidence within himself, but it was overshadowed by fear. “Yeah, uh, thanks for meeting me.”
Blaze smiled and studied Alex's face before speaking again. "Yeah, I'm only here because Calista asked me to be. Who the fuck can say no to her? What do you want to drink?"
Feeling pressured to prove himself to Blaze and not wanting to appear weak or controlled by substances, Alex asked for water.
"Water?" Blaze scoffed. "You can have something stronger if you want. Or have you gone clean from everything?"
"N-no, I still drink," Alex stammered. "I'll have whatever you're having. Thanks."
Blaze nodded and headed to the bar to order their drinks, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts. He couldn't help but notice how different Blaze seemed. He had always been intimidating, but now he exuded an even stronger aura of power and control. He was also way hotter that Alex remembered.
When Blaze returned with their drinks, Alex took a gulp of his bourbon and struggled to think of what to say. The tension between them was still thick, and Alex could feel his heart racing once again. Blaze simply watched him, taking in how much he had changed in the years since they last saw each other. It was clear that Alex had been through a lot, and since Blaze really is a decent human, he felt sorry for him.
Alex's words tumbled out in a desperate rush, his voice cracking with fear and regret. "Blaze, I'm fucking terrified right now. You and that pink haired bastard nearly killed me that day. And I deserve it all. The beating, the humiliation, everything that's happened since. But I swear to you, I'm not the same person anymore. I never wanted to be that asshole. But things got twisted and I let it consume me, turned me into a monster who hurt everyone around me. Especially Jack and so many others, including Calista. Fuck, I am such a piece of shit."
Tears streamed down Alex's face as he pleaded for forgiveness. "I hate who I was, Blaze. I hate it so much. And now all I want is to make it right, to be better. Calista saved my fucking life, like an angel. Why? I have no fucking clue. She could have just let me rot out there, but instead she showed me kindness when I deserved nothing but hatred. I'd do anything for her, even worship at her feet for the rest of my days if she asked. And if I can also become a great artist in the process, then hell yeah."
The fear in his voice was strong as he pleaded with Blaze to spare him from any further punishment. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust, just please...don't hurt me again." Sweat beaded on Alex's forehead and his face burned with shame as he awaited Blaze's response.. Alex trembled like a cornered animal as Blaze's hand landed heavily on his arm, making him jump out of his skin in terror.
“Wait, wait. Please don’t freak out, I promise I’m not here to hurt you or punish you.” Blaze held his hands up in a sign of surrender. “I just wanted to have a chat, see if you were truly trying to turn your life around or if this was all a bullshit facade for Calista’s sake. Relax, man.” He motioned for the bartender to bring over more drinks, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere. “I mean, come on Alex. Let’s be real. It's not often that someone in your position actually changes for the better. Most of the time, they just stay pieces of shit.”
“Sorry, man. I’m just really fucking overwhelmed by everything. The last six months have been, um, fucking wild. I can’t believe what I’m doing now, but…it is kinda the real me. You know, it always was but I let anger and rage drive me and tried to be something I wasn’t.”
“You’ve always been a sub? I think I can see that. You were trying too hard to be some kind of tough guy. I know the feeling of suddenly being something you didn’t realize you were.”
“Yeah. Calista told me. That’s cool man. Don’t you have to wear a collar?” Alex tugged at his own very obvious collar.
Blaze loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his day collar. “I wear this one when I’m working. It’s not as fucking obvious and I don’t have to answer a lot of stupid questions. When I get home, Garrett switches it out for the real one.”
“That’s pretty awesome.” The tone between the two men suddenly shifted to something more comfortable. “I didn’t think I’d like it, but it is like, um, a security blanket? I know it’s there and it makes me feel…wanted, like I belong to someone and someone actually gives a shit about me.”
“Exactly. It’s comforting. Maybe someday when I’m not in the middle of all this political stuff, I’ll wear one permanently, more visible. There’s other stuff too. Garrett got me tattooed, and he does other stuff to show his ownership, like make me wear a chastity device.”
Blaze and Alex continued to talk for a few more hours. As they drank, they became more comfortable and friendly with one another. The attraction between them was taking shape. Blaze’s intention from the start was to do something with Alex, he just didn’t know what. Garrett gave him permission to do whatever he felt was necessary, as long as he checked in with him. He stepped away for a moment to call him. Alex used the time to text Calista and let her know things were going well.
“Ok, now that I’ve checked in with the Master, we can continue our night.” Blaze said as he sat back down and gave Alex a seductive look.
“Continue? What did you have…oh fuck…you want to...with me?”
“I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you, but at least it will be in a good way.” Blaze leaned in closer, “I’m not entirely a sub. I still like to take control.”
“I can’t believe you want to hang out with me. You…you are fucking hot as fuck. I’m just a skinny stoner.”
“You’re pretty hot Alex. Yeah, you’re a little worse for wear, but you still look good. I know Calista has been training your ass, so I want a piece of it. Don’t be a fucking wuss. I can take you out back and rail you over a dumpster, or you can come with me to the hotel a block over and let me use you all night. Maybe I’ll go easy on you.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Aside from getting fucked in the alley or in a hotel room, no.”
“Hotel it is then.”
***
As the distance between Jack and Harrison became deeper and wider, Jack found himself at a loss. He was not quite sure what was happening to him, or Harrison. Their communication was becoming spotty, no longer talking or even texting daily. Sometimes days would go by without them talking to one another. Harrison was rapidly spiraling downward and Jack was retreating into some bad habits of his own. He started to think Harrison had tired of him, figuring someone as young as him wasn’t going to want to be with an old guy too long anyway. He thought Harrison was moving on, taking advantage of the time away to pursue others. He knew Harrison had strong feelings for Racoon and thought maybe that was where he was spending his time. If only Jack knew what was really happening.
It was peak campaign season and Jack was in Washington for weeks. In the past, Harrison would come to be with him or he’d take time to fly home. That wasn’t happening. Jack wasn’t supposed to have such a prominent role in the current presidential campaign, but when things were falling apart, the President personally asked Jack to jump in to save it. It wasn’t going as well as planned. One of Jack’s few political failures was turning out to be the highest profile one as well. The stress of trying to rescue a dying campaign for an incumbent president was taking a toll on Jack. It was a toll that Harrison would be able to fix at one time. But, Harrison wasn’t around. Jack found himself falling to Cameron, among others, to fill the void. Cameron did so all too well and at times had Jack wondering if he should do something drastic. This all led to an immense amount of guilt. Jack did as he used to do, he turned to sex, especially rough, violent sex. In a complicated irony, Jack sought pain to ease his pain.
Dax, the violent brute of a prostitute, was just one source of Jack’s attempt to feel the pain he craved. Jack was finding other boys who would do things to him that were dangerous. When Cameron would see bruises and welts, he was afraid to ask how they happened. He was worried, but didn’t know where he stood with Jack. Being his employee further complicated matters. The fact that Jack employed his father didn’t make anything easier. For fear of losing all he had gained, Cameron stayed quiet.
The dark feelings of despair that led Jack to want to end his life were starting to creep back into his head. As was always the case, Jack was very good at covering this up. Poor Cameron had no idea what was happening and the role he was playing in Jack’s descent. Jack knew he was being unfair to Cameron as well, basically leading him on to think there was something there. This also made Jack feel guilty, not only because of how he was hurting Cameron, but because he was developing his own strong feelings for the boy.
For all the progress Jack had finally made, he was crashing again. Dillon was all too familiar with this and tried desperately to pull Jack back to reality. Blaze saw something happening too, but Jack assured him there was nothing wrong. Blaze knew he was lying. If only Blaze were able to take care of Jack’s need for sexual violence, it might have prevented Jack from taking the risks he was taking. Justin was frustrated and couldn’t get to Jack, or Harrison. Aidan tried desperately to connect with Jack, but it simply wasn’t happening. Even CJ tried to reach Jack, but was rejecting any attempt to reach him.
***
After so many months of seeing each other regularly, Jack and Cameron were effectively in a relationship of sorts. It wasn’t one that was easily defined. Cameron was an employee of Jack’s company, he was his driver. Jack was still married to Harrison and for all intents and purposes, still deeply in love with him, despite their unintended estrangement. Cameron constantly tried to convince himself this was nothing more than a fling, but the longer it went on, the harder he was falling for Jack, and the more he began to see himself as Jack’s boyfriend. The sex between them was electric and getting more intense. Cameron was exploring different things and desperately wanted to give Jack the abuse and dominance he desired. He was pushing himself further and further.
It had been so many months since Jack helped get Cameron’s father a job with his company. Cameron really wanted Jack and his dad to meet, but it was tough to make the time and his father was too nervous to meet Jack. Finally, the day came for them to meet over dinner. Ray Parsons was a skilled mechanic and was working for the company keeping the fleet in shape. They met up at one of the restaurants Cameron had become fond of, Le Diplomat.
Jack stared at the gleaming silver Audi as it pulled up to the curb, the engine purring like a well-fed cat. Jack was letting Cameron choose the cars to drive him around in and Cameron was enamored with this particular Audi SUV, one of the most expensive and luxurious models in the line. He stepped out of the office building, briefcase in hand, feeling the weight of his day dissipate as he approached the car. The driver's side door swung open, revealing Cameron, his youthful smile a welcome sight.
"Good evening, Mr. Holden," Cameron said as he quickly opened the back door for Jack. He was good at keeping up appearances, his eyes sparkling with an unspoken secret. Jack slid into the plush leather seat, sitting in the back as he would normally. The car's interior was immaculate, a reflection of Cameron's meticulous nature.
As they drove through the city streets, Jack couldn't help but feel a thrill at the clandestine nature of their relationship. A young, attractive man working for him had become so much more than just an employee. He was a lover now, eager and insatiable. They arrived at the swanky restaurant, the one that Cameron loved to go to. He knew his father would be impressed. Despite the good nature of their father-son relationship, Cameron still felt the need to impress his father.
The maître d' greeted them with a smile expressing his familiarity with both of them. “Your guest has already arrived, Mr Holden,” he said as he led them to a private table in the back. Cameron's father Ray, was already seated, nursing a single malt scotch. His eyes lit up when he saw them approach. "Cameron!” he cheered as he ran up to hug his son. The love between them was obvious.
“Hey dad, this is my frien…um, my boss, Jack Holden.” Jack chuckled silently as he watched Cameron navigate the minor complexities of their relationship. Mr. Holden, this is my father Ray Parsons.”
“Mr. Holden,” Ray said, standing to shake his hand firmly. "Thank you so much for...well, for everything! I hope you don’t mind that I ordered a drink. They said this is a favorite of yours. It’s really good!" Ray's voice was gruff, a lifetime of hard work and manual labor etched into every syllable.
“Ray, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Just call me Jack. Your son is one of the best employees I’ve ever had. You should be very proud of him. He’s a wonderful young man. A real testament to you and your wife.”
Ray teared up hearing Jack’s words. He was so proud of his son and so happy that he helped change the entire direction of their lives.
They sat down and began to peruse the menu, a mild tension in the air. Cameron was visibly nervous, his foot tapping against the floor, his eyes flicking to Jack's every few seconds. Jack felt happy to see this boy and his father together. They had a clear bond that was strengthened by the unfortunate circumstances they had faced together. He even felt a tinge of sadness thinking about his own father. He had a good relationship with him, but it was never very close.
The conversation was stilted at first, the small talk of strangers trying to find common ground. Ray talked about his days as a mechanic, how proud he was of his son and daughter, how grateful he was for the job Jack had provided, and how much he missed his wife. The words of gratitude rolled off his tongue with ease. Jack enjoyed hearing first hand how he’d been able to bring some joy into this man’s life. Ray beamed at his son, obviously proud and happy for him.
Cameron was happy for his father and glad that he and Jack could talk. He was also beside himself with uncontrollable desire. Jack could feel the tension in Cameron's leg pressed against his under the table. The young man was practically vibrating with need, his thoughts focused solely on the promise of the evening to come.
As the meal progressed, the liquor loosened Ray's tongue and the conversation grew more relaxed. Jack listened intently, nodding and smiling in all the right places, but his mind was elsewhere. He was imagining the feel of Cameron's cock deep in his ass. The thought made him shift uncomfortably in his seat, his cock trying to get hard but trapped in a flat, constrictive chastity device that Cameron wanted him to wear most of the time.
Cameron's eyes grew darker with each passing moment, his breathing shallower. He occasionally got lost in his thoughts and had to be pulled back to reality by either Jack or his father. The idea of fucking Jack right there in the middle of this fancy restaurant was ludicrous, but the thought alone was driving him wild. He took a deep breath and focused on his father's stories, trying to keep his desires in check.
Dinner was coming to a close. Ray spoke with pride about his son's potential, and Jack nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Cameron's for too long. The young man's cheeks flushed under the intense gaze, his own thoughts a whirlwind of lust and fear of discovery.
When the meal concluded, Ray stood up to leave. Jack had arranged for a car to take him back to his home in Baltimore. Ray reached out to shake Jack’s hand, but then pulled him in for a hug. It caught Jack off guard for a moment, but he appreciated the gesture. He then grabbed his son and hugged him tightly. “I love you boy. You are doing me, and your mother proud. She’s smiling at you right now.”
“Dad…” Cameron gently protested, his eyes tearing up at the thought of his mother watching over him. “I love you too.”
Ray turned to Jack, "thank you for the meal," he said, his eyes misting slightly. "You've been a true blessing to me and my family, Jack. I wish I could repay you, but I hope my deep appreciation is enough. That’s all this humble man has to offer."
“Ray, it means the world to me. That’s all I need to hear. It is my pleasure.” With a brief smile, Ray walked away and Jack sat back down. Cameron sat down and nudged his chair closer to Jack.
As they watched Ray walk away, Cameron's hand slipped into Jack's under the table, their fingers interlocking. The tension grew, the air in the room seeming to thicken as they waited for the right moment to escape. The second Ray's figure disappeared through the restaurant's doors, Cameron's grip tightened, and Jack knew he couldn't wait any longer.
“Jack, you are so fucking amazing.” Cameron pulled away for a moment to wipe away tears and collect himself. “You’ve made my dad so happy and…I think that is what I appreciate most. Thanks, Jack. I…” Cameron wanted to tell Jack he loved him, but he stopped himself. He shook the emotions away and grabbed the back of Jack’s head. “Fuck, I want you so bad right now. If I could fuck you on this table I would so fucking hard.”
“Then I guess you better get me back to the St. Regis.”
Jack paid the bill for the extravagant meal and then he and Cameron stepped out into the cool night, the city lights casting a glow on the damp pavement. It was raining lightly, the air was alive with the sounds of distant traffic and the usual noises of the city.
“I’ll go get the car.”
“No, let’s just walk there together. I don’t mind the rain.”
Cameron glanced at Jack, his eyes filled with a hunger that could no longer be contained. They started walking towards the side street where the car was parked. As they walked silently, hand in hand, the sexual energy was raging. As they walked past an office building, Cameron stopped, looked around and then grabbed Jack’s arm. He dragged him down a dark alley between the office building and an abandoned building slated for demolition. "I can't wait," he said, his voice strained with need.
Jack felt the heat rising in his cheeks as he nodded, understanding the feeling and following closely behind him. He knew that the pent-up desire was too much for Cameron to bear, and he didn't mind the sudden change of plans. In fact, it added a thrilling edge to their clandestine affair. He followed Cameron into the shadow of the alley.
The alley was a stark contrast to the opulence of the restaurant, the scent of trash and rain mingling with the faint hint of urine. The pavement was wet, and the dampness seeped through Jack's shoes as they stepped deeper into the darkness. The only light came from a flickering light on the back of the office building, casting an eerie glow on the damp brick walls.
In what was probably the darkest corner of that alley, Cameron spun Jack around, pushing him roughly against the cold, rough surface of the abandoned building. The young man's eyes were wild with lust, his breath hot against Jack's neck. "I need you," he growled, his voice a mix of desire and desperation. "Right here, right now." He leaned in and started to aggressively kiss Jack.
Jack's pulse quickened, his body responding to the aggression in Cameron's touch. He had never seen this side of the boy, but he found it thrilling. He liked it. He liked the way Cameron took charge, the way his strong hands gripped his shoulders, the urgency in his voice. It was raw and primal, and Jack felt his own need rising to match it. Cameron was not being the usual gentle, sweet lover he usually was.
Cameron yanked Jack's tie to the side, opening the buttons of his shirt with surprising deftness. His mouth found the skin of Jack's neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips that made him shiver. Jack’s cock was painfully straining against the device that kept him constrained, begging for release. He felt a rush of excitement as Cameron's hand reached down, palming his crotch firmly. "Is this what you want?" he whispered, the challenge in his voice unmistakable. “Do you want me to fucking own you?”
Jack's response was a gasp, his head thrown back as Cameron squeezed his balls through his pants. "Yes," he managed to say, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, Cameron." The formality of the evening melted away, replaced by the raw need that had been building all night. As Cameron was taking control, Jack’s phone rang. He paused the action for a moment and looked at it. Harrison was calling. It sent a horrible pang of guilt through him as he swiped the call away and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
Without another word, Cameron shoved Jack's pants down, the cold air and rain hitting his exposed skin. Cameron didn't waste a second, he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles, his hard dick bobbing with excitement. He swung Jack around, his body pressing against Jack's, trapping him against the wall. The cold brick was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, the dampness seeping into the expensive fabric of Jack's shirt.
Without warning, Cameron pushed inside him, filling him with a burning sensation that made Jack gasp. The young man didn't wait, didn't give him a moment to adjust. He began to fuck him hard and fast, his hips slamming against Jack's ass with a force that was almost painful. But Jack didn't care. He liked it. This is the way Jack liked his boys, aggressive and rough. He liked the way Cameron was suddenly taking control, the way he owned him at this moment.
Cameron's hands were everywhere, gripping Jack's hips, his chest, his throat. He was relentless, pounding into him with an animalistic ferocity. The sounds of their fucking filled the alley, punctuating the rhythm of their breaths. The rain began to fall harder. Jack could feel the coldness of the bricks against his face and chest, the wetness of the rain soaking into his shirt.
"Harder," Jack gritted out, his eyes closed tight, his teeth clenched. The feeling of Cameron’s cock thrusting into him was exquisite, and he wanted more. He pushed back against Cameron, meeting every thrust with his own, the two of them moving together like a well choreographed movie scene.
Cameron's grip on Jack's hips tightened, his nails digging in, leaving marks on his skin. He could feel the tension coiling in Jack's body, the muscles of his ass clenching around him as he drove in deeper. Jack’s moans grew louder, mixing with the wet sounds of their frenzied coupling. The rain picked up,adding to their passionate encounter.
Jack's hands scrambled against the wall, trying to find something to grab on to, his legs trembling with the effort of staying upright as Cameron's powerful thrusts pummeled into him. Each time he felt the head of Cameron's cock thrust into him, a bolt of pleasure shot through him, making his eyes roll back in his head. He felt so alive, so consumed by desire.
Cameron's breath was hot and ragged in his ear, his words a mix of curses and sweet nothings. "You're mine, Jack," he whispered, his teeth grazing Jack's earlobe. "Mine to fuck whenever and wherever I want."
Jack's eyes flew open at the aggression in Cameron's voice, his pupils dilating with arousal. He had never seen this side of him before, and it was intoxicating. The idea that this young man, who was once just a subordinate, had the power to take him like this, to claim him in such a primal way, was electrifying. The usually sweet and gentle boy was now a raging beast. He pushed back against Cameron, silently urging him to go harder.
Cameron's thrusts grew more intense, his movements becoming a blur in the dimly lit alley. He fucked Jack harder than he’d ever had. Cameron was overtaHarrison by this raw dominance that he didn’t know he had in him. Raindrops fell on their bare skin, mingling with their sweat, as Jack's moans grew louder, bouncing off the slick brick and disappearing into the night.
Cameron’s rhythm was unrelenting as he claimed Jack with a fierce passion that was almost savage. Jack felt a rush of adrenaline, a mix of fear and exhilaration, as he realized that this was exactly what he needed. He also felt that guilt that kept hounding him, worrying that he should have answered the phone and thinking of Harrison. The power dynamics had shifted between him and Cameron, at least in this moment, and he was no longer in control. But instead of feeling vulnerable, he felt alive.
Cameron's hands moved from Jack's hips to his shoulders, his fingers digging in as he held him in place. He leaned in, his teeth grazing Jack's neck, his breath hot and ragged in his ear. "I need you, Jack," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I don’t want to let you go..."
The desperation in Cameron's tone sent a shiver down Jack’s spine. He had never heard such raw need from the young man before, nor had Cameron ever expressed such deep feelings for him. It was if he knew that Jack would move on from him at some point soon and he didn’t want to let it happen. Ignoring the potential landmine of Cameron’s feelings, he just brought things back to the rawness of the moment. "Yes," he hissed, his voice barely audible. "Take me, Cameron. Make me yours. Fuck me like you own me."
Their bodies moved in a frenzied spectacle, the rain now coming down in sheets, soaking the two of them to the bone. The cold water did nothing to dampen the heat between them, if anything it only served to make the passion more intense. The world outside the alley was forgotten, replaced by the sound of their heavy breathing and Cameron’s aggressive fucking.
Jack whimpered, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. The chastity device made it near impossible for him to cum. Cameron didn't relent, his hips pistoning faster, driving into him with a force that was almost painful. Jack could feel the head of the young man's cock hit his sweet spot over and over, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.
Cameron's hands moved all over Jack's body, one hand wrapping around his throat, grabbing him tightly. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and guttural. "Look at me when I fuck you."
Jack's eyes snapped open, locking onto Cameron's. He could see the need in the younger man's gaze, the desire to own him completely, and it only made him more desperate for release. His hips bucked, pushing back into each brutal thrust, his body begging for the sweet relief of climax - a climax that wasn’t going to happen. The hand around his neck tightened slightly, the pressure just enough to make him feel the thrill of being completely at Cameron's mercy.
The rain was now a torrent, now a full blown thunderstorm. The sounds of thunder and lightning didn't deter them. Cameron's grip on Jack's neck tightened, his eyes blazing with an intensity that Jack had never seen before. "Mine," he snarled, his hips slamming into Jack's ass with a ferocity that was almost frightening. Jack could feel each brutal thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.
Jack's moans grew louder, his body straining against the rough brick, his eyes locked onto Cameron's. He liked this, liked the way this boy had claimed him, liked the power he had given up. It was a thrill that went beyond the physical, a mental and emotional high that he loved. He could feel the tension in Cameron's body, the desperation in his movements, and it only made him want more.
Cameron's orgasm came quickly, his cock pulsing inside Jack as he pumped his load into Jack’s body. The young man's grip on Jack's neck never wavered, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Jack felt the warmth of the younger man's cum fill him up, the sensation sending aftershocks through his body. They stayed like that for a moment, panting and shaking, their hearts racing in unison.
Jack leaned against the wall, his legs like jelly, his body sated and exhausted. Cameron's weight pressed against him, the heat of their bodies a stark contrast to the cold rain that continued to pummel them. He could feel the young man's chest heaving with each ragged breath.
Cameron's hand slowly released its grip on Jack's throat, his teeth gentle as he kissed the spot he had just been biting. "You liked that, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice still thick with desire. “I m-m-m-mean, th-th-that w-was ok-k-kay, r-right?” Suddenly the sweet boy and his nervous stutter were back.
Jack swallowed hard, his eyes glazed with passion. “Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I liked it a lot. That was fucking amazing."
Cameron pulled out slowly, and stepped back, allowing Jack to turn around and look at him. Jack just leaned in and kissed Cameron passionately. It was a meaningful, powerful kiss. They both felt the electricity flow through them as they made out in the pouring rain.
"I really want to do that again. I want to give you what you really want, Jack."
“You have nothing to worry about, Cameron. You are giving me exactly what I want every day. Now lets get out of this fucking rain before we catch our death!”
***
Even though Harrison was fucking as many as six or eight guys a day, he still wasn’t satisfied. By now he’d practically given up on everything else in his life just to seek out another high and another fuck. He was not only addicted to the drugs he was on, but he was unable to control his sexual appetite. He barely slept, stopped going to work, stopped attending classes. He was a mess. And yet Harrison still hadn't reached the bottom yet.
He was getting higher and higher to stay alert, awake and maintain the endless fuck fest that was his life. Harrison had pretty much cut himself off from everyone in his life. The only two people he had some communication with were Jack and Raccoon, and even that was spotty.
Because he was so high all the time, Harrison was reckless. He was getting heroin from Isaiah regularly. Meth and coke weren’t enough to give him the high he was chasing. This also meant he was putting himself in dangerous sexual situations as well. Late one night, he ended up at the home of a guy named Mark. He was a guy who Isaiah sent to Harrison. This was becoming a regular thing as Harrison became more and more reliant on Isaiah.
“Wow, you are as pretty as Isaiah said you were.” Mark handed Harrison a drink which was laced with something to knock him out. When Harrison woke up, he was strapped to a wooden board crudely built to be some kind of fucking bench. When Mark walked in he moved up behind Harrison. He took two fingers, licked them and inserted them into Harrison's very well worn hole. They slid in easily.
"Uggg!" Harrison involuntarily exhales. Feeling the dizzying sensation of Mark’s fingers invading his unsuspecting hole made his own cock, encased in a tight studded cage, surge painfully against the sharp spikes and cold metal. His balls were pulled behind him, severely stretched and tightly locked in a pillory that was also locked to his wrists. Everything about how he was restrained was painful and uncomfortable.
"Be a good boy and sniff. This will bring you back to life," Mark said as he shoved a small square mirror covered with lines of white powder in front of him. Mark was holding a short straw and pushing it toward his face. Harrison didn’t have much choice but to put the straw up one of his nostrils and inhale the lines. With a quick sniffle he moved to the next and again vacuumed up another white trail.
"Fuck." Harrison muttered. The meth he was snorting was laced with other drugs and began to take effect quickly making his heart pick up speed. Looking up and thinking he recognized the young man’s face, he queried, "Aidan?"
Mark laughed. “I have no idea who the fuck that is, but if that’s who you want me to be, then I’m fucking Aidan.” Mark then put his fat head up between Harrison's crack and shoved it forward. It slid into Harrison's sloppy opening easily. Harrison’s ass has been used so much, there wasn’t much resistance to anything going into it.
"Oh yeah!" Mark announces. "Fuck, you've got a fantastic ass!" Grabbing Harrison by his hips Mark jabs the entire length of his rod into Harrison's willing ass. Once in, Mark begins to pump Harrison's ass with lightning speed. Each time his cock plunged deeper into Harrison's well-used passage, fucking him with the power of jackhammer.
Through the haze of his high and the feeling of each rapid, painful thrust, Harrison started to focus on the unbelievable sensation coming from his dick. The blood rushing into his balls and cock was causing intense pressure as they expanded. His cock was too big for the device it was stuffed into and the sharp spikes were causing excruciating pain. As Mark fucked him, he would slam against his balls exposed by the pillory. His body was now fully under the full control of the drugs, the pain and the man fucking him. He was beginning to pant and his legs were beginning to shake. Again, he was so wrecked, that he didn’t remember the viagra he was given earlier so his cock would get hard even though it was trapped in a cage.
"Ohhhhh. FUCK!" Harrison screamed as the pressure inside him mounted, finally reaching a sharp peak. This was one of the most painful feelings Harrison had ever felt. “What the fuck! That fucking hurts!!” Mark just slapped his ass and kept fucking.
A racing surge of cum ejected from Harrison's aching nuts, pushing through his painfully hard cock and quickly blasted out of him with incredible force. The stream of warm thick cum shot in between his body and the bench. The convulsions of Harrison's severe climax caused his sphincter to clamp down hard on Mark's pistoning tool. Just then, Mark sent a flood of cum pouring into Harrison's guts.
"Oh, Dude. Oh, fuck yeah!" Mark cheered as he pumped his load into Harrison abused fuck hole.
Breathing heavily and staying together for a few moments, both of them tried to regain a sense of normalcy before backing down from the rush of this sudden sexual high. Slowly pulling out of Harrison, Mark huffed into Harrison's ear, "Isaiah was right," After another deep breath, "you are a good little slut."
After being pumped full of cum by Mark, another guy came in and blindfolded him. Harrison felt something against his nostril. “Suck it up, buddy,” the random voice ordered. Harrison breathed in the chemicals. He did it again for the other nostril and then the process was repeated two more times. Harrison was flying. He had no idea what he was breathing in.
Suddenly, Harrison felt alone. “Is anyone there?” He called out in vain. He could hear the sounds of low voices chattering close by. Harrison felt someone moving him further over the edge of the board. The raw wood scratched his skin and left splinters. His cock was now pressed against the rough edge of the board. The board was then tilted at a 45 degree angle. Harrison felt a large strap pulled around him securing his body tightly to the board. If the man pulled the strap any tighter, he would have cracked Harrison’s ribs..
Harrison really had no idea what was happening to him. He could feel his legs being pulled apart and straps placed around his ankles. “What the ffffuuuuuck…” A sense of panic came over him and he started to speak, but someone shoved their fingers in his mouth. Soon they were stretching it open and a device was attached to keep his mouth wide open. He was tied up like a pig being led out to slaughter. Even under the influence of so many drugs, this was a horribly uncomfortable position.
He felt a needle enter his arm, which made him shiver. It was Mark giving Harrison more drugs, this time something a little stronger, a bit of heroin. The drug started to creep through him, sending soft waves of pleasure over him. He sank into the power of its seductive hold and felt his fears slip away, replaced with an eerie form of comfort. His only real recollection was that his asshole was being lubed up with a cool gel. Coming out of his lull he tried to let out a cry as a huge, thick dildo was being forced into his ass.
“Whaaaaa….uhhhhh….youuuuuu….” Harrison just babbled incoherently, not knowing what was happening to him.
Harrison was rudely pulled back into reality when he heard voices and laughter. He couldn’t feel his body. Nothing made sense. Without warning the object in his ass came to life and started to vibrate wildly, then began pumping in and out of his hole with unrelenting speed. Harrison was hooked up to a fucking machine and whoever these random guys were kept making it go faster.
The rough movements of the dildo caused Harrison's whole body to buck with uncontrollable spasms. It was like he was fucking a mechanical bull. His captors were enjoying this torture session. Harrison lost all control. He couldn't be sure, but he had the sinking feeling that his bladder let go, sending a stream of hot piss out of his boy cock.
Harrison's body was sent into a wild reaction, only more powerful as the fucking machine was pumping harder and faster. Harrison was reeling in utter ecstasy and pandemonium. As the powerful machine violently impaled his body, he felt himself shaking and convulsing as if he were experiencing epileptic seizures while the brutal drilling continued. Harrison sensed his whole body was becoming more and more desensitized. It was like it decided to live with it and his cock began to painfully swell in anticipation.
Ultimately, it all stopped. His head hummed with terrifying resonance, and when the assault on his ass subsided, his balls let out a blazing rush of cum, like a pressure valve being released. It was insanely painful as it forced its way through the chastity device. It caused his entire body to shake and shiver for several minutes. At this moment, Harrison had lost all control as his head slumped forward as he passed out from the ecstasy of the experience.
“Oh fuck! You are fucking wasted. Damn. We fucked you up.” Mark crowed as some other guy was taking off the restraints from Harrison’s body. “You are a perfect little slut. So compliant. Isaiah will be very happy.” Harrison had just been through a test that he had no idea what it was for. The unknown men carried Harrison to a car, dumped him in the trunk and drove him to Isaiah’s - where he was spending almost all of his time anymore - and dropped him on the back porch.
***
The neon glow of the hotel sign cast a haze over Blaze and Alex as they approached. The tension had been building all evening since meeting at the bar. Blaze came into the evening thinking he was going to have Alex one way or another. It turned out to be a more consentual situation that he’d anticipated. Blaze knew what Alex wanted, and he wanted it too.
“You fucking ready for this?” Blaze asked, his voice low and steady, his eyes pinning Alex in place.
Alex glanced back, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. “Depends,” he said, his tone casual but his words edged with something deeper. “Are you gonna go easy on me, or is this gonna be as rough as I think you’re gonna be?”
Blaze let out a snarky laugh. “Oh, trust me,” he said, stepping closer, his jaw tightening, “I’m not planning on being gentle. Not tonight.” Alex flinched when he put his hand on hiss shoulder and it was as if he had jabbed him with a pin. Blaze loved how reactive Alex was to his touch. Tonight, he was determined to bring that reaction out until Alex couldn't think straight. They entered the lobby of the hotel and Blaze confidently handed over his ID and credit card while Alex nervously drummed his fingers.
“Room 412, Mr. Achambault,” the clerk said, sliding the keycard across the counter. “Have a nice stay.”
Blaze pocketed the card and turned to Alex, who looked at him with hungry eyes. Blaze led the way with Alex following close behind. They rode the elevator in silence before arriving at their room. He swiped the keycard and they entered the room. Blaze's deliberate movements never took his eyes off of Alex
“Strip,” Blaze commanded, his voice like a whip cutting through the quiet.
Alex blinked, caught off guard. “What?” he asked, his voice higher than usual.
“You heard me,” Blaze said, stepping closer. “Take your fucking clothes off. Now.”
Alex hesitated before complying, slowly stripping down to his boxers. Blaze drank in every inch of him, feeling powerful and in control. He pulled Alex forward and shoved him onto his knees. Alex's expression shifted from fear to curiosity as Blaze crouched down and told him, "You may belong to Calista, but you're mine tonight." He then stood up again.
Alex nodded slowly, his voice choked, “y-y-yes…” Blaze was pleased with the response and his seeming submission. "Good boy," he murmured as he pulled up his shirt to reveal his toned muscles.
Blaze slowly undressed in front of Alex, who watched in awe as Blaze’s remarkable body came into full view. The tension between them thickened as they both knew what was to come. Blaze commanded Alex to stroke him, and soon Alex's hand wrapped around Blaze's length. He drooled a few gobs of spit down on the thick tool and started to stroke it. Blaze groaned and urged Alex to go faster until he was told to stop.
Suddenly Alex stopped, his hands leaving Blaze's rock hard erection. “What the fuck?” Blaze demanded, wanting to know what was going on.
“Please…I really don’t want you to hurt me. Please?”
“Are you fucking serious? I will hurt you if you do shit like that again.” Blaze looked down at Alex who was literally trembling. After a moment of silence, Blaze softened a little, but didn’t yet let Alex know. He grabbed Alex by his head and pulled it back gently by his hair. When Alex opened his mouth, Blaze shoved his fingers into it and applied upward pressure like he was going to lift Alex up this way. In order to not get hurt, Alex slowly rose until he was face to face with Blaze.
This did nothing to ease Alex’s fears. He continued to tremble while Blaze grabbed the back of his head with one hand and felt his chest with the other. The look on Blaze’s face scared Alex. It was one of determination and ire. Alex tried to pull away, but Blaze tightened his grip on him. “Please, Blaze, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
WIth a growl, Blaze responded, “Alex, you are going to do this. Now, we can do this in a way that is pleasurable for both of us,” Blaze took Alex’s head in both of his strong hands and pressed his forehead against Alex’s. “Or, we can do this in a way that will pleasurable only to me, which means all of your fears will come true and you will fucking suffer.” The calmness in Blaze’s voice was unnerving.
If Alex was afraid before, now he was even more terrified. So much so, that he pissed his boxers. “Blaze…”
Blaze wanted to get Alex’s attention, but he had no idea he would scare him so much. “Dude, I’m not that scary.” He placed a soft kiss on Alex’s lips. Alex didn’t know if this was a real kiss or the kiss of death. As the kiss deepened, it became clear. Blaze's hands explored Alex's body with renewed gentleness.
"Tell me what you want," Blaze demanded, his voice full of desire.
"I do want you," Alex replied confidently. “Like, strong and powerful, just not fucking… rage. Is that ok?”
“Relax,” Blaze instructed, his voice calm and reassuring. “Yes, that is ok. I’ve got you.” Alex nodded as Blaze lifted him off the ground, startling Alex. He was ready to fuck Alex. He held Alex over his cock, spit down on it and then slowly pushed him down it, impaling him on his thick rod.
“Oh f-f-f-f-fuck…” Alex cried out in pleasure as Blaze moved steadily, sliding Alex up and down on his length. He moved closer to the wall and pushed Alex against it. He began to thrust harder, glaring at Alex like he was prey that had just been slaughtered for dinner. After fucking him like this for a while, Blaze carried Alex to the bed and lowered him down. He started to thrust harder. “Holy shit… oh fuuuuck…duuude…” Alex cried out as his body arched as Blaze thrust into him with deep, powerful strokes.
“Is this what you want?” Blaze growled.
“Harder,” Alex begged, his voice strained with lust. “Please, Blaze… harder.”
With a sinister chuckle, Blaze complied, his thrusts growing more forceful as he claimed Alex’s body. Alex’s cries grew louder, his nails digging into Blaze’s shoulders as he rode the waves of pleasure crashing over him. Blaze could feel Alex’s body tensing up.
“Cum for me, you filthy fucking vagrant,” Blaze snarled, his voice raw and primal. demand. “Do it you pathetic piece of shit.” It should have upset him to hear Blaze talk to him like that, but oddly, Alex liked it coming from Blaze. With a final, desperate cry, Alex’s body tensed, his release cascading over him in a torrent of thick jizz. Blaze continued to pound into him, his own orgasm building with every thrust. Blaze pumped a thick load of cum deep inside Alex’s gut.
Alex lay sprawled beneath Blaze, their bodies still slick, trying to catch his breath. Blaze stared into Alex’s dazed eyes. "You okay, buddy?" he asked, smiling slightly as he ran a hand through Alex's hair.
Alex nodded slowly and wet his lips. "Oh fuck yeah...I just..." He trailed off.
“Then what’s up?” As Blaze rolled off him, Alex propped himself up and their lips brushed tentatively before deepening into a slow, deliberate kiss. As they broke apart, Alex looked into Blaze’s eyes with excitement and embarrassment. Alex had a look on his face that seemed to indicate more than just horniness. “Don’t be getting all fucking romantic here. We’re not on a fucking date.”
“I know, I fucking know.” Alex hesitated, “Never mind. Are we done or are you gonna fuck me again?”
“Oh, no fucking way asshole. What is on your mind?”
Alex took a deep breath and then blurted out, “can I fuck you?”
Blaze laughed, causing Alex to blush with embarrassment. “I know you’re a fucking sub, but I also know you can be pretty fucking aggressive. You wanna fuck me? Go for it.” Alex had a perplexed look on his face. “Does that surprise you?” Blaze asked firmly.
“Um, yeah?” Alex responded.
Blaze chuckled. “Remember, I’m a fucking sub too. Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me hard. I don’t get to play often. Make it worth my fucking time.” Alex had to shake off his incredulousness. Blaze was going to let him fuck him. He pushed Blaze on his back and slid between his legs, parting them and raising them over Blaze’s head. He couldn’t believe he was about to fuck Blaze. With a slightly rough touch, Alex shoved his fingers in Blaze’s mouth, demanding that he get them wet. Once he was satisfied, he then began to work those fingers inside Blaze, shoving all four of them in at once and taking pleasure in Blaze’s yelp as he flinched.
“Fuck, Alex…” Blaze groaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he arched his back. “Don’t stop…”
Alex nodded, his eyes focused intently on Blaze’s face as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out, a little rougher each time. He started to imagine what it would be like to fist him. When he felt Blaze begin to loosen up completely, he withdrew his fingers and coated his long cock with lube, positioning himself between Blaze’s legs.
“Fuck! You are so fucking hot! I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Alex gasped, his voice trembling with excitement.
Blaze nodded. “Yeah… well you are so fucking do it already.”
With a shaky exhale, Alex pressed forward, his tip nudging against Blaze’s hole. He paused, causing Blaze to roll his eyes. With his heart pounding, Alex pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He still couldn’t get past his nervousness.
“Jesus Christ…” Blaze gasped, his head falling back against the bed as he took in the sensations flooding his body. “Fucking do it already! Fuck me dude!!” Alex shook his head and then shoved his cock in, filling Blaze completely. Alex then pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, finding a rhythm that drove them both wild. Blaze begged for more, and Alex complied with faster, harder thrusts. Blaze moaned and chanted until he finally reached the edge. Finally, Alex felt like himself and did what he knew he could do.
“Take it fucking alpha douche…” Alex growled, pummeling Blaze hard as they lost themselves in raw desire.
“Fuck, Alex… don’t stop,” Blaze panted, his voice ragged. “I need this… I need you tofuck me hard!!”
Alex growled in response, his own control slipping as Blaze’s words ignited a fire within him. He could feel Blaze tightening around him, the sensation driving him closer to the edge. Every nerve in his body was burning with the need to claim, to dominate, to possess this man who had so effortlessly intimidated him.
“You feel so good,” Alex muttered, his breaths coming in short, desperate bursts. “So perfect.”
Blaze's arms trembled as Alex's relentless pace brought them closer to the edge. With a feral roar, Alex claimed Blaze without mercy, pushing him toward ecstasy. And with one final thrust, they both shattered.
“Fuck, Blaze…” Alex groaned, his thrusts slowing as his own climax approached, “take it! Take it all! I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”
“Fucking do it!” Blaze shouted. “Fill me up, Alex!”
Those words were Alex’s undoing. With a guttural grunt, he buried himself deep inside Blaze one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled into him. His mind dissolved into a haze of pleasure and relief as he emptied himself completely. As he did, Blaze erupted, spraying both of them with his seed.
After it was over, neither of them moved, their bodies locked in post-orgasmic bliss. Alex's forehead rested against Blaze's shoulder, struggling to catch his breath. Blaze scratched his hands into Alex's back after their intense fucking.
Blaze rolled his eyes, though his grin remained firmly in place. “You’re such a show-off, you know that?” Blaze’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and any attempt at solemnity was swiftly abandoned. Before Alex could respond, Blaze twisted beneath him, maneuvering them into a position that left Alex flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling in surprise. Blaze loomed over him, his expression challenging but also teasing, as if daring Alex to protest.
“Now,” Blaze said, his voice low and commanding as he settled himself atop Alex once more. “Where the fuck were we?”
Alex swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Blaze aligned himself with Alex’s half-hard length. The look in Blaze’s eyes was predatory, possessive, and Alex felt a shiver of anticipation course through him. This was turning out to be much more fun than he anticipated.
Blaze’s grin widened, and with one swift movement, he sank down into Alex. His body reacting instantly to the sensation of Blaze’s cock filling him again. Blaze leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Alex’s shoulders as he began to fuck him with slow, controlled strokes.
“That’s right, punk” Blaze purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Fucking feel me, Alex. Feel every fucking inch of me inside you.” Blaze’s movements were deliberate, almost hypnotic, each glide of his body sending shockwaves of pleasure through Alex. Blaze was reclaiming control, marking Alex as his in the most intimate way possible. “You like that, you piece of shit?” Blaze asked, his voice low and teasing as he quickened his pace ever so slightly.
Alex nodded, unable to form a coherent response as Blaze’s rhythm steadily increased. His entire world narrowed down to the sensation of Blaze impaling him. “Say it fucker,” Blaze commanded, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure enveloping Alex. “Tell me how much you fucking love this. Tell me what a piece of shit you are!”
“I… I love it,” Alex gasped, “I am a piece of fucking shit and I fucking love this!!” his voice breaking as Blaze shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside him that made his toes curl.
Blaze’s eyes darkened at Alex’s words, the intensity in his gaze making Alex’s breath hitch. He wasn’t sure if he’d crossed a line, but judging by the way Blaze’s grip on his hips tightened, he doubted Blaze minded too much. “Good, you fucking scum,” Blaze said simply as he continued to pound at Alex. Blaze picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more demanding. Alex could only hold on for dear life as Blaze brought them both to the brink once more, their bodies moving in perfect sync, fueled by the undeniable chemistry between them.
“Blaze…” Alex moaned as Blaze pushed him closer to the edge. “Please,” Alex begged, his voice raw with need. “Please, Blaze… I can’t hold back…”
“Then don't,” Blaze growled, his own control slipping as they both reached their climax once again. Once they both shot their loads, their bodies lay still, exhausted. Blaze rested his head on Alex’s chest, catching his breath while Alex’s fingers ran through his hair.
After a few moments of silence, Blaze snickered. “Well, you earned a good fucking report to Calista. Nice job, fucker.”
