Bitter Bonds (10 page)

“Still comfortable?” he asked as he circled Finn. “Nothing chafing or pinching? Nothing pulled too tightly?”
“No, sir.”
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Piano.”
The reply held a note of breathlessness and Jake noted the flourishing erection on his lover. With a smile he returned to the toy chest for one last thing. The leather blindfold had pads that went over the submissive’s eye sockets to help keep the light out. He fitted the blindfold around Finn’s head, admiring the way the black leather stood out against the pale backdrop of Finn’s hair.
Now that he had his submissive bound and blindfolded before him, Jake took a moment to step back and admire the man. Nearly six feet of cream pale skin, lean muscles and perfect, rounded buttocks beckoned to Jake. He denied himself the pleasure of touching Finn right at that moment, instead deciding to wrap a hand around his cock as he stared at the man he loved. He stroked himself, knowing that Finn could hear the soft sounds and would know what he was doing. A twitch of the submissive’s erection and a quiet moan let Jake know just how turned on Finn had become.
Releasing his cock, Jake slowly circled Finn again. However, when he reached the sub’s backside, he brought his hand down against one taut buttock in a loud smack. Finn jerked but made no sound. Jake studied the red handprint on his lover’s ass. Precome seeped from his cock as he grew unbearably aroused. He began to spank Finn, alternating cheeks until both shone a bright red and the sub gasped aloud with each blow.
Jake stopped and eyed Finn’s straining erection. Pre-cum decorated the shaft, making it shine in the overhead lighting. Unable to resist the beauty of that cock, Jake dropped to his knees and deep throated the length.
Finn cried out, shock and pleasure mixing together to create a sound Jake had never heard before. The submissive quivered, his entire body bowing as Jake went down on him. Hands hot from spanking met equally hot smacked flesh. Jake caressed Finn’s perfect ass, rubbing the reddened skin softly. His tongue swirled around Finn’s cock and he pulled on the sub’s tight balls. Then he backed off, letting the cool air caress the hard column of flesh that just left his mouth.
“You’re not to come until I give you permission,” he ordered and rose to his feet.
He found the lube and a condom and suited up. Then he returned to Finn. Slipping his lubed fingers between those red buttocks, he easily found Finn’s hole.
“We’ll get tested and once we have the proof that we’re okay, no more condoms.” Jake’s words make the submissive moan.
Carefully, he prepared Finn to take his cock and then tossed the lube aside as he pressed into the submissive’s heated channel. Finn cried out, his body arching as he tried to press back into the thrust. Jake held him still with his hands on the boy’s narrow hips. Finn clenched around him and he gritted his teeth, willing himself not to come. But then he peered over his lover’s shoulder and had his gaze caught by the beautiful red, straining erection that rose from Finn’s shaved pubes. It gleamed with saliva and pre-cum and Jake’s mouth watered to taste his lover again. He knew then he wouldn’t last.
With each thrust growing in intensity, Jake set out to get himself and his lover off as quickly as possible. After the tension of their confessions and the anticipation of bringing dominance and submission to their newly committed relationship, the actual bondage and spanking had been almost enough to make them both come without any further stimulation. Now, seated deep inside the man he loved, Jake let one hand slip around to stroke Finn’s cock.
A strangled cry escaped the other man as Jake teased him. He licked Finn’s ear.
“Come!”
The whisper caused Finn to jerk. He tensed and then, with a whimper, his cock erupted, spilling hot seed over Jake’s fingers. Two quick thrusts and Jake fell over the edge as well, his cock filling the condom as Finn’s tight passage squeezed him in time with the submissive’s aftershocks.
They panted together for long minutes before a shaky Jake carefully pulled free of Finn’s ass. They both moaned, their flesh sensitive in the wake of their orgasms. Jake disposed of the condom and took a wet cloth to himself and his hand. Next, he carefully cleaned Finn and the floor beneath him before removing the leather blindfold. Finally, he undid the ankle cuffs and slowly lowered Finn’s arms so he could undo the wrist cuffs.
He rubbed his hands over Finn’s biceps, feeling the muscles tremble from the strain of being held in position over Finn’s head. The sub mewled in the back of his throat as Jake rubbed life and heat back into the muscles of his arms. Jake gathered Finn into his arms and held him, rocking a little on his feet. “Love you,” he told the submissive with soft kisses on the side of his face.
Finn cuddled close, rubbing against Jake’s bare chest, arms hugging his waist. “Love you, too.”
Their soft murmurs of love words and phrases continued for a few moments as they regained their equilibrium. Jake held Finn against his side as they left the playroom and headed for what was now
their
bed. Jake tucked his lover under the covers and got in behind him. They lay spooned together beneath the smiling eyes of the anime elf. Finn curled close within Jake’s embrace apparently supremely comfortable being held tightly by a possessive Dominant. When the submissive went boneless on a deep sigh of contentment, Jake chuckled.
“You know, I think I have a solution to the music issue,” he whispered into Finn’s ear. “We both need and want to play. You love writing music as do I. I love singing and performing and I love it when we’re in the studio together working on songs. So how about you and I check out the local clubs and bars around the university? We could play those venues a couple of nights a week, just you and me, piano and guitar, an acoustic set of original songs. What do you think?”
“I would love to play with you, but what would we call ourselves?”
Jake smiled and brushed a kiss to the back of Finn’s neck. “Why don’t we keep it simple and just go by our names? Jake and Finn?”
Another sigh escaped Finn. “I like it.”
Turning the submissive in his arms, Jake kissed his lips and then his neck. “I love you. And I want the whole world to know you belong to me. We’ll pick out a collar tomorrow.”
Happiness glittered in the boy’s eyes. “I love you too, sir.”
“Good. Now, sleep.”
Jake petted and stroked his submissive until the other man’s soft, deep breaths indicated he’d fallen asleep. Closing his own eyes then, contentment flooding every cell in his body, Jake slept too. Twelve – Finn

Walking into Darkness with his permanent collar on display made Finn feel on the top of the world. Interested Dominants turned away the instant they saw the collar. For the first time in his life, Finn had a home and a future that he knew would not be taken away from him. He had someplace he belonged and someone he belonged to. His heart sang with joyous music.

Micah gasped and ran to him the instant he saw the collar around Finn’s bare throat. Enfolded in the smaller submissive’s enthusiastic embrace, Finn grinned over the top of his head at Haven who offered him a congratulatory handshake and a warm, one-armed hug. Next were the Dominants offering their congratulations to both Finn and Jake. Ray had a smug “I-told-you-so” expression while Nick and Kellen seemed genuinely happy for them. Even Gavin offered his congratulations although Finn could sense a thread of sadness and unhappiness in the Dominant. He didn’t know the man’s former submissive the way Micah and Haven did, but he wished Alex would return and take away the pain that Finn saw deep in Gavin’s eyes.

He didn’t dwell on the other man’s unhappiness though. The night had been planned as a celebration. Jake would put him on display and spank him for the whole club to see. Finn’s excitement at playing publically in the club knew no bounds. For him, the public demonstration meant that the whole world would see who he belonged to. Afterward, they would go home and have amazing, mind-blowing, kinky sex. Finn couldn’t ask for a better night.

He settled in at a table with Haven and Micah while their Dominants sat at the bar talking with Ray, Gavin and Dylan, the other bartender. His standing orders while at Darkness were simple. No drinking alcohol. No speaking to Dominants other than Jake’s friends. He must address Jake and the other Dominants as “sir.” His collar must be visible at all times. Finn loved that he had standing orders even if they were pretty simple. He knew Jake would issue more orders if he needed to.

“So what happened?” Micah asked, his voice low even though their Dominants were too far away to hear them.
Finn fiddled with his glass of cola. “I wrote a song for him. I thought he could record it and maybe use it as a springboard to get noticed by a record company. I wanted to give him something he could use to achieve his dream of making it as a singer. His voice is so beautiful, it’s what he deserves.”
Haven snorted. “I don’t think Jake dreams of being a rock star, Finn. And even if he does sing like an angel and his voice deserves recognition, I don’t think being famous is what he really wants.”
Finn shook his head. “He says it isn’t any longer. But I do think he needs to be able to perform. He loves playing and singing. He can’t just let that go.”
“So what are you going to do?” Micah eyed him curiously.
A smile curved Finn’s lips as he thought of what he and Jake had come up with to satisfy the Dominant’s need to make music. “We’re going to look into performing at some open mic nights and some of the bars around the university. Just Jake on the guitar and me on the piano. It will be something we can do for each other and ourselves. I have all this music in me. It needs to go somewhere Jake says.”
“And you’re going back to school?” Micah pressed.
“Yes.” Finn was determined on that point. Even with his new collar around his throat, Jake’s declarations of love still ringing in his ears and the warm sense of having found the one place in the world where he belonged, Finn needed to do some things for himself. School, finding a career that suited him and making music were at the top of his “Things To Do For Finn” list.
“Yay!” Micah and Haven cheered then fell into laughter.
Finn glanced over at the bar and saw Jake smiling at him. The depth of love in the Dominant’s eyes couldn’t be missed. A shiver of awareness ran through Finn.
Not so many weeks in the past, he’d sat in Darkness’s bar and wondered if he could sell his body for something to eat. He’d wondered how long he’d survive on the street with no money and nowhere to go. Hitting rock bottom, facing the possibility of starving to death or being beaten, raped or killed on the streets, facing his own mortality in a way he’d never had to before all seemed so very far away now. A new sense of peace and acceptance settled over him.
“I never knew that being wanted and needed could feel so good,” he murmured, his gaze on Jake. “It’s not all about me nor is it all about Jake. It’s about
us.
And I’m so very grateful that there is an us. It’s more than I ever imagined I would have.”
Haven’s hand covered his and Finn looked up into his friend’s brown eyes, warm with sympathy and kinship. Finn knew Haven understood exactly what he meant. He knew Haven’s story and it made him realize how lucky all three of them were to have found where and with whom they belonged.
“This is so great. It’s like the happy ending of a romantic comedy movie,” Micah said with a laugh.
Haven shook his head and Finn knew what his friend was thinking. He thought the same.
“No, it’s not. It’s not an ending. It’s the beginning.”
Finn had no sooner said the words than a warm hand descended on his shoulder. Jake’s touch sent heat shimmering through his body.
“Time to show this club who you belong to, boy.”
Jake’s voice held a note of possession that Finn loved. He stood up and faced his Dominant. Happiness shone from Jake’s handsome face and Finn decided the angels must have been watching over him the day he landed on the bar stool in front of Ray. He glanced over at the other Dominant. Ray gave him a salute and a big grin.
Oh yeah, Finn thought as Jake led him toward the main playroom of the club. The angels must have been working overtime for him because every bitter memory in his past had faded, replaced by the warmth of his bond with his Dominant.
Music filled his head as Jake cuffed him to a spanking bench. It soared as did his heart. He closed his eyes with a smile, waiting for the first smack from his lover’s hand. Finn had finally found where he belonged. Epilogue

“We did it.” Cristophe sighed with contentment and pride. “They’re so happy together.”
Rafael smiled at his brother. “We did and they are.”
They watched from their perch in the rafters at Darkness as Jake led his newly collared submissive to the spanking bench. Finn’s happiness shone from him like a beacon and the two angels could hear the music of his soul as loud and clear as if he carried a boom box with the volume on ten.
Cristophe swung his feet to the rhythm of the music. “That boy is such a beautiful soul.”
“I told you, one day, he’s going to make a magnificent angel.”
Rafael nodded his head to emphasize his words. White feathers floated around him, swirling down around Cristophe’s feet and on to the ground. Rafael frowned. He elbowed his brother and pointed to the feathers. Cristophe’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh, no,” he whispered. “Is it Alex?”
Rafael closed his eyes and tried to discover whose soul lay in harm’s way this time. Once he realized whose despair caused their feathers to fall out his eyes opened and he stared at his brother, sadness creeping over him.
“No, not Alex. At least, not yet. He still has hope.” Rafael shook his head. “This man holds the promise of heaven within him, but he is lost. His journey to find his true home has wearied him and drained his hope. He no longer believes the place where he belongs is actually out there waiting for him.”
Tears slipped down Cristophe’s face. “I feel him now, brother. I’ve never seen anyone so lost before.”
A shudder went through Rafael and more feathers fell from his wings. “And things are about to get worse.”
Cristophe wrapped his arms around his brother and they clung together as violence wreaked havoc on the soul they watched over. Feathers rained down. Sobs escaped them. Finally, they drew apart as sirens rent the air in the distance.
“We’ll find a way to fix this, Rafe. I know we will,” Cristophe vowed.
Rafael hung his head, his gaze on the drifting white feathers. “I hope so.” He stared into the darkness, willing their new charge back to consciousness and doing the only other thing he could do while they waited for the ambulance. He spoke to the battered soul and whispered his name.
“Canaan…” About the Author