Bound by Lies (49 page)

Brayden starts to follow Callum with a surprised shrug back at Jenner who is too stunned to do anything but stand there and watch them go.

While Callum lets Brayden sample a few bottles of wine that they have opened, Jenner snaps out of it with effort and goes to his mother at the stove. He pulls her aside, into the dining room.

The room has already been readied for their arrival with the table set and candles lit. In the relative seclusion, Jenner explains briefly to Bette about Lara and Anthony and the reasons for Brayden’s emotional instability.

The farther he gets into his explanation, the harder his mother presses her lips together. As soon as he reaches the part about Brayden leaving his life in Miami behind in order to take care of his grandmother and cousin, since his absentee mother had given him no other choice, Bette snaps.

With a frustrated, angry huff, she stalks past Jenner, through the kitchen and right up to Brayden.

Holding Brayden at arm’s length, she holds his gaze and says fiercely, “Now you listen to me. If I know my son, and believe me,
I know my son
, he wouldn’t have gone through all of the hubbub of bringing you here and showing us at long last what I’ve known or at least strongly suspected for a long time if he didn’t care about you very much. And seeing how he acts with you only confirms that for me. You’re a part of the family now, Brayden, and I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense about you not having a mother. You have one and she’s right here. From now on, you call me Ma. Everyone else does anyway. So, let me hear it. Come on. That food’s not going to walk itself to the table.”

Brayden stifles a smile, glances at Jenner’s flabbergasted expression over Bette’s shoulder, and tries, “Okay. Ma.”

“Better!” she says happily, throwing her hands up in the air in triumph. Clapping once, she turns to the counter and yells, “Food’s ready to go out! Pop, get your behind in here and be helpful!”

Jenner, beaming, returns to his place at Brayden’s side. He takes Brayden’s hand and gives it a squeeze.

“Now I know where you get your bossiness from,” Brayden laughs.

With a small smile, Jenner shrugs and grabs a dishtowel from the counter. He twirls it and snaps it against Brayden’s ass as he goes to assist with the food.

“I saw that!” Bette calls sharply. “You be nice to him, Jenner Parrish! He’s smaller than you. Don’t be a bully!”

Brayden laughs brightly.

Jenner deflates and mutters a dutiful, “Yes, Ma.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Jenner warns.

It’s a few weeks later and a Friday night. Manse is having a beach bonfire party. The bonfire is out on the front lawn, and the beach is inside. Bubbles and foam are sprayed over the amassed crowd, floating through the air, gathering at their feet. Brightly colored lights flash, highlighting bronzed, waxed, mostly bare male bodies. Even though it’s freezing outside, the heat of the bonfire and the collective warmth of many bodies packed into a small space is making them sweat.

The dress code is swimsuits only. Brayden is in his itty bitty trunks as well as his collar. All night long, men have been ogling Brayden from near and far. Jenner has been bristling impressively with a case of raging possessiveness.

They both had debated wearing masks but, in the end, had realized that they have nothing to hide. Not anymore. However, allowing the many horny hardbodies surrounding them to get a good look at Brayden’s lithe swimmer’s body and adorable face has proved to make them extra grabby.

“The next person to touch your ass is getting kicked in the balls,” Jenner growls.

“This was your idea, tough guy,” Brayden laughs. He rubs a hand over the firm swell of Jenner’s pectoral muscle and the tantalizingly inked skin. “What d’you say? We could dance… or go upstairs… or get a booth….”

“Well, first off,” Jenner starts. “I don’t dance. Secondly, if I wanted to fuck you in private, I’d have just stayed home. Last time we went upstairs together we barely had security watching us, let alone an actual, captive audience.”

“So, the booth it is,” Brayden grins wickedly. “You know, I’m probably still wet and stretched from the plug. It’d be really hot to know people were watching you stuff me full of your cock.”

“Yeah,” Jenner says eagerly. “I bet you’d love that, cockslut. Gonna let me pull out your dick? Give ’em a comeshot, too? I’ll let you orgasm if you follow orders. How many days has it been, anyway?”

“Five.
Five
fucking days,” Brayden says roughly, glancing quickly around at everyone nearby them, watching them and listening in. He wonders if Jenner’s elusive mentor, David, is nearby, keeping an eye on them. Maybe Jenner warned David they were coming. Maybe David is one of the men right beside them, groping him, and Jenner is simply pretending they’re all strangers. Or, maybe David is waiting by the booths, on the other side of the glass, for the show to start and for his old apprentice to display his new prize.

“You know, for all the tough talk, I don’t think you could go through with it,” Jenner teases. “You’re too shy. Shy little Braydy.”

“Try me. I dare you.”

Brayden’s heart is practically beating out of his chest with anticipation as his breathing quickens. The front of the skimpy speedos tents, straining the fabric. Jenner grabs a handful and squeezes. It makes Brayden gasp and lean in for a kiss. When Jenner slips a hand under the waistband with people all around them, bumping into them, staring at them, whispering about them, and wraps his fingers around Brayden’s dick, that decides him.

“Let’s go,” Brayden says breathlessly, extricating himself, yanking Jenner along.

The booths are down a hall and farther from the crowds. There are three booths in a row and none of them are taken. Jenner and Brayden pick the first one. They go inside and close the door behind them. Three of the walls are drywall, but the fourth is one-way glass. All they see is mirror, but they know that on the other side, people are probably watching from the secluded room where they can enjoy the show.

“Hands on the glass. You move ’em, I stop,” Jenner warns.

Brayden plants his hands on the glass, staring at his reflection, and watches as Jenner pulls down Brayden’s trunks. His dick springs up, curving in a hot, thick line between his legs. The skin all around it is bare and recently waxed smooth by Jenner.

Stroking Brayden slowly, root to tip, until his dick starts to weep precome, Jenner sucks a mark on his slave’s neck then pushes the thumb of his other hand in through the wet, ready hole between Brayden’s cheeks.

“Come on, I’m
ready
,” Brayden begs.

“Not yet. Be patient. We gotta give ’em a show first, don’t we? I want them to see how badly you need me to fuck you.”

The glass reveals nothing to Brayden but the hunger and determination in Jenner’s eyes from over Brayden’s shoulder. He wonders how many people are out there, staring, and becomes more certain that David is among them.

Jenner holds up two fingers, pressed together. Then he drops the hand behind Brayden’s back, between their bodies, and twists the digits up through his hole, pumping them in smooth, long strokes a few times. It makes Brayden breathe heavier, his fingers tensed on the mirrored glass. Jenner tugs his hand back out and leans closer to Brayden.

“Look at me.”

Brayden turns his head, and glances back over his shoulder. Their eyes meet. Jenner lowers his head and begins to passionately kiss his lover’s lips. They break and Jenner feeds him the fingers instead, working them in and out. Brayden sucks them, wrapping his tongue around the fingers and helplessly making sweetly desperate, somewhat nervous, soft sounds.

“That’s it. Good, slave. You gonna be dirty for me?”

“
Yes
,” Brayden gasps as the fingers slip free. They rub over his slightly swollen lower lip on the withdrawal.

Suddenly Jenner is right there, pressing up behind him, their bodies flush together. Jenner breaches Brayden with a sharp thrust. The force, sudden fullness and the stretch make Brayden cry out with a moan, clawing at the slick glass which hides nothing. Nothing at all. Jenner slides all the way in and Brayden gasps for air.

Bowing his head, Brayden grows shy, his back arching as Jenner withdraws slightly. Sticking out his ass in invitation for the next thrust, Brayden moans even louder when Jenner slowly presses back in, giving him every inch again. They hold like that for a few moments, catching their breath. Then, Jenner’s hand reaches around to wrap Brayden’s hard-on, stiff and heavy between his legs. Fondling it, sweeping his thumb back and forth over the head, Jenner waits until Brayden whimpers for more, then starts to jack him fast and hard while fucking him at a steady, slow pace.

It makes Brayden crazy, not knowing whether to chase the hand or push back onto the cock. Tossing his hair back over his shoulder, back bowed beautifully, panting, flushed, sweaty, impaled on Jenner and trapped inside his hand, Brayden cries out raggedly.

They’ve only started and he’s so close already. Sensing Brayden’s imminent climax, Jenner stops jerking him off. The hand that was just manipulating his cock drags lazily up the length of Brayden’s torso instead to sharply twist one of his nipples.

Lips parted and wanton, Brayden pushes back against Jenner’s next long thrust. He does it again and again, fucking himself back onto Jenner’s throbbing, steely shaft. Jenner’s fingers twist Brayden’s nipple the other way and Brayden comes suddenly, untouched, shooting over the glass, splattering come in hot streaks over himself as well.

“Touch me,” he pleads as he pulses again. “Master, please….”

Jenner shifts his angle, adjusting Brayden’s pose with hands locked on Brayden’s hips. The next pointed thrust draws a desperate little shout as Jenner’s cock drags over Brayden’s sweet spot. More come pulses from his slit and Brayden almost drops his hand to stroke himself.

“Don’t,” Jenner warns sharply. “Don’t you dare, slave. Keep ’em on the glass.”

“Shit,” Brayden hisses. He fucks the air a few times, shuddering with aftershocks and stimulation, his eyes rolling back as Jenner takes his time reaming out Brayden’s ass.

Soon, Jenner pulls out completely and strokes himself, unloading over Brayden’s bare, well-fucked ass.

“Hands behind your head. Do it,” Jenner says gruffly, groaning through the effects of his orgasm. “Good, now turn and face me.”

“Oh my god,” Brayden moans.

“Do it, slave!”

Brayden turns, putting his back to the glass.

Semen runs down in thick trickles over his butt cheeks, down his crack and over the backs and insides of his thighs. Jenner steps up closely to kiss him and rubs greedily through the mess, working it into the skin, leaving it as a film covering it. With two fingers he pushes some of the warm fluid into Brayden’s stretched and tender hole. Then he spreads Brayden’s cheeks with both hands, letting their audience see.

“Who do you belong to?” Jenner asks.

“You,” Brayden swears. “I belong to you, Sir. Always.”

Jenner pulls the snug trunks up to cover Brayden and glances at the glass with countless unknown faces hidden beyond it.

Caressing the side of Brayden’s face, smiling as he turns into the touch, Jenner whispers, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so proud of you. Love you, Bray. Now let’s get the fuck out of here and go home.”

They exit the booth. The noise of the crowd is like the whistle of wind, the cry of seagulls and the pulse of life. But for Brayden, Jenner is the sea. He’s the home ever sought and the elusive dream that for so long hovered just out of reach, like sunlight shining on rippling water.

But now Jenner is all around him and in him, filling every void. Brayden surrenders to fate, to nature and he drowns, but he drowns in Jenner who claims him, body and soul, transforming him. Fear and uncertainty are left behind. Freedom brought by possession and devoted love takes their place. Coming out on the other side, Brayden is reborn. He takes his first, filling breath and smiles.

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