By Kai and Djinn
The dimness of the bedroom as compared to the almost blinding
brightness of the late-afternoon, sun caused Jarod to pause only
a few steps into the room.
"Over here, Jarod."
Trevor's voice came from the bathroom, and as Jarod followed
him into the luxurious marble chamber he became aware of the
stickiness of his clothes due to his sweat and other things. The
roar of water in the huge tub drew Jarod's attention momentarily,
until the motion of clothing dropping to the floor caught his eye.
Trevor stripped out of his clothes and waited impatiently for
Jarod to do the same.
"You're filthy, Jarod." The voice was cold, cutting, and Jarod
shrank from it.
"Cleanliness is essential. You must take care to keep yourself
clean at all times."
Jarod nodded, looking down, at the water, at the walls, at
anything but this man standing naked before him. His breath
quickened.
Trevor's patience was being stretched to the breaking point.
"Are you going to take those clothes off or shall I have
a guard come in and do it for you?"
Jarod jumped at the irritated voice and immediately pulled his
shirt off over his head. He'd been stripped by guards before and
he wasn't anxious to repeat the experience. Trevor stepped into
the rapidly filling tub and sat on the narrow marble bench in the
middle, all the while watching Jarod's every move.
As the pretender tossed his shirt aside and hooked his thumbs in
the waistband of his shorts, he paused for just a moment before
completing the action. Stepping out of the shorts and kicking off
his sandals, Jarod wasn't surprised to see Trevor's eyes staring at
his cock, still flecked with dried semen. His embarrassment
made Jarod get into the water without a second thought.
"Come and stand by me, Jarod." The request was gentle, but
there was an indisputable order behind it. Trevor was standing
in the waist deep water and Jarod moved toward the man,
stopping a few feet away. Trevor reached out and grabbed
Jarod above his elbow and pulled him closer.
"I can't reach you from there."
That was the idea, Jarod thought, but he didn't try to pull
away when Trevor's hand moved upward to gently caress the
cheek he had so recently abused.
"I wish you wouldn't make me hurt you, Jarod," Trevor
whispered, almost too softly for Jarod to hear him. "I wanted this
to be different."
Jarod was more confused than ever. Wanted what to be
different? He knew it was probably not something he should ask
about. Trevor was in a good mood at the moment and Jarod
intended to keep it that way. To that end, he didn't protest when
he felt a hand suddenly playing with his cock under the water. To
be honest, he wasn't all that certain he would have stopped the
man anyway. It felt good.
Trevor manipulated the hardening flesh with his left hand while
cupping water into his right palm and dribbling it across Jarod's
shoulders and chest. Perhaps a slower approach with this
one would work after all, he thought, relishing the feel of
hard muscle beneath his fingers. But not too slow.
Trevor increased the length of his strokes and looked up to see
the pretender watching him. Their eyes met and Jarod blushed,
looking away quickly.
"Feels good, eh, Jarod?" Trevor asked softly, his hand resting on
Jarod's chest, his thumb brushing circles over an erect nipple.
Jarod nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment as his entire
focus started drifting south.
Trevor abandoned his nipple play and reached for Jarod's hand,
pulling it across the small space between them and releasing it,
pleased when Jarod didn't pull back.
"Have you ever held another man?"
Jarod swallowed, his thoughts drifting in a hundred directions. As
if from a great distance he heard his own voice answer. "No."
"Why not try it?" Trevor invited, his own hand feeling Jarod's
erection twitch at the offer.
Jarod ran a tongue over dry lips, his hand tentatively reaching for
the other man. Avoiding Trevor's eyes, Jarod watched his hand
as if it belonged to someone else. First feeling the corded
strength of Trevor's shoulder, it traced a meandering line down
the chest. Although Jarod had an ample supply of chest hair, the
feel of another man's came as a slight surprise. Springy and soft,
it tickled his palm as ran his hand across it.
He heard Trevor inhale as he touched his nipple, but was much
more interested in how that coppery nub pebbled and hardened
at his touch. The other did the same. Jarod's lips quirked
slightly in amusement. He looked up to share the smile with
Trevor and was rewarded by an answering grin and a slight
squeeze on his cock. Jarod stepped forward a bit, closing the
distance between them and ran his fingers down the trail of hair
that led down Trevor's abdomen to his navel. He traced around
the indentation simming slightly how it would feel on himself and
gasped.
Trevor had resumed a rhythmic stroking on the pretenders
erection. When Jarod's startled eyes met the older man's,
Trevor leaned over and put his mouth to Jarod's gently. They
shared a breath for a moment, then Trevor curled his other hand
around the back of Jarod's head and pulled him into the kiss.
Closing his eyes, Jarod felt his stomach melt as a tongue
explored his mouth, tasting him, touching him. Jarod suddenly
thrust his tongue back against the strangely welcome intrusion as
his lips ground against the hard unyielding edge of teeth, bruising
tender flesh as their passion mounted. Jarod couldn't control it.
He wasn't sure he wanted to, there didn't seem to be anything
else but this contact, this flesh against flesh. When Trevor
released his cock and gathered Jarod against him, he met with no
resistance.
Their erections, rampant and aching, were pressed between their
bodies. Trevor ground his hips against Jarod's and the younger
man joined the movement. It felt good, but not good enough.
Jarod moaned into Trevor's mouth, a plea for more, for release.
Laughing breathlessly, Trevor slipped a hand between their
tightly pressed bodies, and ran a water slick hand up their
cocks.
"Please!" Jarod was barely aware that he spoke, so in tune was
he with the sensations his body was experiencing. "Please!"
"Tell me what you want, Jarod." Trevor's voice was a throaty
growl of arousal.
"I want -" he stopped. What did he want? A multitude of wants
and needs assailed him as and he tried to sort through them, to
listen to the voice that was shouting at him to run, to fight. But it
was not to be. His body was in control now, not his mind, and
his body knew exactly what it wanted.
"Tell me," Trevor whispered in Jarod's ear before nipping his
way down the mans throat.
Jarod's breathing became erratic, his voice strained.
"I want to feel more."
There was a gleam of triumph in Trevor's eyes as he pulled his
hand from between them and grasped the firm globe of Jarod's
ass, forcing their groins together in an almost painful
pressure. It was inevitable that they would lose their balance,
falling to the force of their desire, and the blood-warm water
bore them up for a moment, before they sank beneath the
surface. It was as if the slight threat of drowning drew them both
over the edge, and they came together. Trevor caught Jarod's
cry in his mouth and gave it back again, arms and legs entwined
in the distorted liquid world.
Trevor broke first, springing up to gasp a breath of air into
starving lungs. He heard Jarod follow suit in a heartbeat. They
stood slowly, both with shaky legs, and stared at each other for
a long moment.
"That was. . .interesting." Jarod ventured, voice subdued.
"It gets better," Trevor promised, and ran a fondly proprietary
hand along Jarod's shoulder "But not right now. No, Jarod, not
right now." Trevor laughed a little.
Jarod stepped back a few feet, unconsciously creating his own
space.
"Better?" he asked disbelievingly, shaking his head. "Hard to
imagine that. Maybe before I leave we could do this again,
though."
Trevor had been on his way out of the bath but those words
stopped him and he turned.
"Leave?" Trevor asked, mentally calculating how long it had
been since Jarod's last 'medication'. The time was off. "Where
are you going?"
Jarod shrugged carelessly as he washed away what was left of
the days grime. "I have to go back to work. I'm sure they're
wondering what happened to me." Jarod suddenly dropped the
wash cloth and looked up. "I should call--"
"No phones," Trevor interrupted. Damn. He saw the puzzled
look on Jarod's face. "What I mean is the service here is
unreliable and they're not working just now. Besides." Trevor
continued, heading to the edge of the enormous tub and gesturing
for Jarod to follow. "I thought you would stay here a while. We
can get to know each other better."
Trevor climbed out of the water and called for Colin who came
running, dropping to his knees in front of Trevor who missed the
surprised look on Jarod's face.
"Bring us something to drink," Trevor ordered lightly. He
reached down and grasped Colin's chin, his eyes locking on the
younger man's. "Something special."
"Yes Sir," Colin responded instantly. With a quick glance at
Jarod he jumped to his feet and raced from the room.
"Now lets have a seat outside and talk about some things,"
Trevor began, turning to face Jarod. He stopped in his tracks as
he watched the man finish drying off then modestly wrap a towel
around his waist. The urge to rip it off and punish for doing that
without permission was so strong that Trevor could taste it, but
that would have to wait. Turning on his heel, Trevor stalked
outside and dropped onto a stone bench, ignoring the roughness
of it on his still bare skin.
Following outside, Jarod seated himself beside Trevor,
unsuccessfully fighting back a yawn. He blinked a few times,
then looked curiously at Trevor who gazed thoughtfully at his
unknowing prisoner. He put a hand into Jarod's wet hair, and
grasped slightly, pulling a little.
"You aren't leaving this island any time soon."
Jarod still had sense enough not to like the sound of that.
"I have to find someone. I would like to stay, but I just can't."
He smiled to soften the vehemence of his words, even though the
hand in his hair was tightening painfully. He hurriedly continued,
trying to placate the man. "Maybe I can come back when I've
finished."
Trevor leaned over so that his face was a scant few inches from
Jarod's. "Understand this. You are not leaving this island. You
are not leaving this house. You are not leaving me. I
will not permit it."
"You're hurting me." Jarod put a hand up to dislodge the fist
clenched in his hair.
Trevor quickly slapped Jarod's face, ensuring a bruise this time.
At the gasp of pain, he continued, "You do not touch me without
my permission."
"You're touching me." Jarod bit his lip, trying to concentrate. His
thoughts were fuzzy, but there seemed to be a lack of logic in
Trevor's words.
"I will touch you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you understand?"
Trevor breathed in sharply through his nose, and heard the
welcome pad of Colin's feet on the flagstones.
He stood and pulled Jarod up by the hair. "Come here, Colin."
Jarod had to swallow a cry of pain. Trying to pull his head away
just increased the burn, and he couldn't find it within himself to
fight Trevor. It was so much easier to stand and take it.
"Bring that over here."
Jarod heard the sharpness in Trevor's voice and winced. When
the glass was held to his lips he swallowed automatically. It was
fruit juice, with a sharp tang to it and a part of the pretender's
mind tried to analyze the taste, but Jarod couldn't think. He
knew that there was something wrong, but it was so easy to just
drift. The drug took effect quickly and Trevor released Jarod,
pushing him slightly toward Colin.
"He can sleep now. Take him inside and put him to bed."
"Sir?
"What?" Trevor had begun to turn away, but Colin's timid query
had stopped him.
"Master Dexter is here, in the library. He wishes to speak to
you at your convenience."
Trevor looked at Colin carefully, noting the swollen mouth, the
finger marks fresh on his bare shoulders.
"Have you supplied his needs while he was waiting for me?"
"Yes, sir." A monotone that revealed more of Colin's dislike for
Dex than he imagined. With a wicked smile, Trevor put out a
hand to steady Jarod who was beginning to sway. "Take care of
Jarod, then join us. We may have other tasks for you to
perform."
Trevor pulled on his shorts before heading down the stairs as
Colin quickly guided Jarod into the house. As his eyes
acclimated to the dim interior, Trevor spotted his cousin at the
wet bar along the far wall, pouring himself a drink. The younger
man turned at the sound of Trevor's attention getting cough and
smiled.
"You don't mind if I help myself, do you Trev?"
Trevor grimaced at the shortened version of his name, but it was
pointless to fight it. He'd been trying since Dex was a toddler.
"I thought you'd given up on that particular vice," Trevor
stated, his tone more paternal than angry.
Dex shrugged and drained the rest of his drink in one swallow.
"You only live once, cousin."
Trevor took the glass away from the man, ignoring the smell of
liquor while he nudged Dex away from the bar. He'd apparently
been here quite a while and Colin had wisely not interrupted
Trevor and Jarod.
"What brings you here in the middle of the week?" Trevor asked
as the two men sat down.
Dex pulled a folded paper from his shirt pocket and tossed it
into Trevor's lap.
"Kincaid needs a replacement."
Trevor scowled and unfolded the paper, glancing at the request
before crumbling it into a ball and throwing it back.
"I told him last time that there would be no more 'replacements',"
Trevor responded, his voice cold with anger. "If he can't control
his temper and keep his property alive, that's his problem."
Dex's snort of laughter drew Trevor's attention.
"His temper?" the younger man asked. "Isn't that the pot
calling the kettle black?"
Trevor was already shaking his head. "I know when to stop.
He.....he does not. I don't spend all that time finding these men
and training them just so he can use them for a month or two.
Does he think they come with some sort of warrenty?"
Dex leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes. "Okay.
I'll tell him to forget it. It's not like we need the money or don't
have other buyers."
Trevor nodded, trying to recall exactly who Kincaids latest
victim was, but he couldn't. One slave was pretty much like the
next. His mind suddenly flashed on Jarod and he grinned. Well,
almost every slave.
"I, um...have some news," Trevor tried to sound nonchalant but
Dex heard the excitement in his cousins voice and his eyes
snapped open.
"News?" He sat up and leaned forward, elbows resting on his
knees. "Do tell."
Trevor smiled. He hadn't planned on saying anything, but the
urge to brag was overwhelming.
"I have a new property," he began, dragging it out to torture
Dex. "Do you recall about twelve years ago when I was on the
board at the Centre?"
Dex sighed and leaned back. He didn't like any news involving
that particular corporation.
"I'll take that as a yes," Trevor smiled. "Do you recall a purchase
I tried to make?"
Dex nodded his head, his interest waning as he wondered if he
could make it to the bar without being stopped.
"I have my pretender."
It took Dex a moment to register the words but when he did, his
jaw dropped. "They sold you a pretender? When?
How?" The younger man was now fully alert. This could be
worth a fortune.
Trevor held up his hand to stop the questions.
"I didn't buy him, I found him."
Dex cast a puzzled glance at the older man. "Found him? How
do you 'find' a pretender. As I recall, the Centre was never in
the habit of leaving them laying around."
"Lets just say that it was fate," Trevor told him. No sense letting
on that the operation had nearly been blown in the process.
"That's not the best part."
"How does it get better?" Dex inquired, hoping the first thought
in his mind was true. The only answer he received was in the
form of a knowing smile on Trevor's face.
"It isn't," Dex insisted, and Trevor nodded his head. "It's Jarod?"
Dex was on his feet in a heartbeat. "Are you serious? Where is
he?"
"Upstairs," Trevor began, then had to grab Dex's arm as the man
tried to head for the stairs. "He's being bedded down for the
night. There's no sense in seeing him now."
Dex pulled his arm free and smiled. "Had to drug him, didn't
you?"
Trevor sighed and nodded his head. "Sedative for the two days it
took to get him here, another day once we arrived, then I started
him on your little miracle drug while he was still out of it last
night. He's already had two doses of that today. I don't know if
it's his metabolism or just a strong will but I can't keep this up.
I'd like him off the stuff by tomorrow evening before it does
permanent damage."
Dex was barely listening.
"I have to see him, Trev." He took a few steps toward the stairs
then turned, tugging on Trevor's arm like a little kid. "Come on."
Trevor gestured toward the stairs, watching as Dex eagerly
raced ahead. Perhaps Colin would sate his appetite and he'd
leave the pretender alone.
Dex raced up the stairs past Colin, pushing him hard into the
wall, on his way to Trevor's bedroom. Colin stopped halfway
down, puzzled and a little apprehensive. He started to descend
again when he met Trevor coming up more slowly.
"Sir, I was just on my way down as you told me -"
Trevor waved a negligent hand and then placed it on Colin's
shoulder, pulling the young man around and guiding him back up
the stairs. "It's all right, Colin." Trevor was unusually indulgent
and Colin didn't know how to deal with this particular mood.
"My god, he looks just like his picture." Dex was standing
before the bed, marveling. He reached out and pulled the light
coverlet from the deeply sleeping man. "Even better."
Turning to his cousin, Dex waggled his brows suggestively. "Or is
he?"
The cool evening breeze from the open french doors blew across
Jarod's naked skin, chilling him. He mumbled slightly and
shivered.
"Don't wake him. He needs his sleep." Trevor flipped the
coverlet out of Dex's hand and covered Jarod. He was suddenly
loathe to let his cousin see his prize.
"He's going to make us richer than our wildest dreams." The
gleam in Dex's eyes wasn't moonlight but pure avarice.
"Perhaps." Trevor pushed Colin toward the door. "Dinner," he
ordered, not even looking to watch him go.
"Perhaps?"
"I have plans for Jarod's immediate future that don't include the
Centre." Trevor now seriously regretted bragging about his find
to his cousin
"Look, Trev, he's a little pricey for a plaything. You can get
dozens of warm bodies, but a pretender -"
"We'll discuss it over dinner." There was steel in Trevor's voice
and for a moment Dex considered arguing, rebelling. He hated it
when Trevor talked to him like one of the boys. It was times like
this that Dex suspected that he was a tool to be used by his
cousin, just like any other. He glanced at the pretender lying on
Trevor's bed once more before following to the dining room.
Maybe good old Trev won't get everything his own way for
once.
Jarod dreamed of hands touching him, of lips kissing him. Miss
Parker? No, it was someone else, someone new, and Jarod
was a little afraid. But he didn't pull away, instead he
pushed himself into the warmth of the embrace. He felt it get
warmer and warmer until the heat of the touch was hotter than
the sun, until his whole body glowed red with it.
His eyelids fluttered, and the red was there. Opening his eyes,
he slowly realized that it was the blaze of morning sunlight
streaming into the room. Jarod stretched slowly and looked
around the room. He was sitting up when he noticed two things
about the bed. He was alone. He hadn't slept in it alone.
There was an indentation in the pillow next to his, a rumple in the
bedclothes that suggested that another body had shared the night
with him. He bent down to the pillow and looked at the hollow.
A faint scent wafted up to him of Trevor's aftershave. A sudden
memory gripped him, the taste and smell of Trevor yesterday
flooded his senses. Trevor in the ruined temple and in the bath.
He shivered and stood quickly, looking around for clothes.
There was a pair of shorts and a T-shirt lying on a chair atop the
sandals that he had worn the day before.
Jarod dressed, feeling less vulnerable when his nakedness had
been covered and wandered into the marble edifice of the
bathroom. Soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, and Jarod felt better
after performing these normal tasks. He wandered out to the
wide balcony and looked down. The bright blue water beside
the brushstroke of white sand beckoned to him. He noted the
breakfast tray on the table in passing, but he just wanted to get
down there, to the beach. He wanted to take a look at that pier.
Jarod was down the stairs and almost to the path that led to the
beach when he heard Colin call to him. Certain he was about to
be told he couldn't go, Jarod turned and started back to the
house.
"Master Trevor thought you'd probably want to swim today,"
Colin began, handing Jarod a small plastic bottle and a beach
blanket. "He said to tell you to be sure to use sunscreen so you
don't burn and that he will meet you down there later."
Relieved, Jarod took the bottle and slipped it into the pocket of
his shorts.
"Was your breakfast satisfactory?" Colin asked eagerly as Jarod
tried to leave again.
"I wasn't hungry," Jarod replied, shoving the blanket under his
arm and moving steadily toward the path again. "I'll be sure to
eat something later."
Colin was mortified. He opened his mouth but no words would
come out. Didn't eat? Did that mean he didn't drink the
juice either? Looking at the back of the retreating man, Colin
turned and ran for the stairs to check. Trevor was going to be
very angry.
Jarod walked along the beach and looked out over the water,
wondering how far from home he was. He stopped in his tracks,
startled that the first thing that popped in his head when he'd
thought of home was the Centre. He hadn't thought of that place
all week and he was suddenly wondering why. Was it because it
was so far away, or that he had just not been feeling all that great
and had other things on his mind? Jarod sighed and continued
walking. He felt better today than he had since arriving on Phalos
and he didn't want to ruin it by thinking of the Centre.
He did, however, think he'd better start planning the trip back to
Washington to continue his search for those missing men. Jarod
stopped again. That's what he was supposed to be doing, not
strolling along a beach. He rubbed the back of his head
absentmindedly. The lump was gone but he'd still had a
sluggishness about him that seemed to come and go.
Jarod dropped down on the blanket and lay on his back,
allowing the sun to dry him. It seemed like only a moment had
passed when he heard an irritated voice above him.
"Damn it, Jarod, you're going to regret this tonight."
Jarod looked up, startled, and realized he had fallen asleep.
"What's wrong?" he asked, moving to sit up, but Trevor knelt,
pushing him back down.
"You fell asleep and you didn't use the sunscreen," Trevor
scolded, picking up the unopened bottle. "You've already started
to burn but we can stop that."
Trevor squeezed some of the lotion onto his palm and started to
apply it to Jarod's chest, but the younger man pulled away,
embarrassed.
"I can do that," Jarod said, reaching for the bottle.
Trevor barely kept his temper under control and held the
sunscreen out of Jarod's reach, instead handing him a bottle of
water.
"Nonsense, Jarod," Trevor countered, "You're mine and I won't
have you looking like the main course at a lobster festival.
There was a note in Trevor's voice that jarred Jarod's
subconscious, and his hand paused as he reached out to take the
water. He squinted up at Trevor, seeing the implacable
expression on the man's face. But there were beads of
condensation on the outside of the water bottle, and Jarod
suddenly craved the cool moisture.
"Thank you," he murmured and taking the bottle, unscrewed the
lid and took a long draught.
"That's it, Jarod. Mustn't become dehydrated. It is all too easy
to do out here. Now," Trevor tugged off his shirt revealing a
musculature almost as impressive as Jarod's. "Let's see about
that putting this on you. Strip, Jarod." Trevor picked up the
bottle of sunscreen and poured some in the palm of his hand.
Giving him a direct look, Trevor repeated his words.
As if he pulled a string, Jarod jerked and began to obey. He got
to his feet, very conscious of the nearness of the other man, who
had settled himself on the blanket, legs sprawled before him.
Already barefoot, he removed his clothes quickly, wishing he
had stayed at the house. Before sitting down, Jarod looked for a
clear spot on the blanket which did not seem quite so huge with
Trevor on it.
"Right here, Jarod," Trevor noticed his hesitation and patted
the blanket beside him. "On your belly."
As soon as Jarod lay down, he felt the silky warmth of the oil
spread on his shoulders. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to
relax. The man was just being friendly, he told himself, but there
was a tightening in his groin that gave the lie to his disinterest.
Trevor smiled to himself as his hand ran over familiar flesh, hot
from the sun and just a little salty from the sea. The second that
thought entered his mind, he knew he had to get a taste; soon.
He ran his oil-slicked hands down Jarod's back, stopping at his
waist when he felt the man tense. Damn.
"Finish up that water, Jarod." Trevor's voice was soft and deep,
almost hypnotic and Jarod saw his own hand reaching for the
bottle even though his thirst had been sated.
Trevor watched Jarod unscrew the cap and hesitate a moment
before tipping his head back and draining the drugged liquid in
several large swallows. At that moment, Trevor wanted to be
that bottle, surrounded by Jarod's lips while he swallowed....
Trevor shook his head. He would have his chance soon enough.
With his eyes still on the pretender, Trevor relieved himself of his
own shorts, tossing them onto the hot sand.
Jarod set the bottle aside and put his head down, resting on his
arms as Trevor poured out more oil, dribbling it from his fingers
and down the back of Jarod's legs. As he started to rub the oil
into Jarod's calves, Trevor saw the pretender visibly relax,
obviously relieved to have certain areas skipped over.
That's right, Trevor thought. Just let it work.
He continued with Jarod's legs until there was no resistance, no
tension, then made his move. Trevor ran his hands up the sides
of Jarod's legs and over his hips without so much as a twitch. As
he moved down again, he brought his hands together, sliding
over Jarod's ass, his thumbs in the crease, parting the muscular
cheeks briefly then continuing down to the tops of his legs.
Jarod shifted slightly but made no move to protest so Trevor
repeated the maneuver several times, each pass slower, his
thumbs pressing in deeper. Trevor was becoming excited and he
had to change positions to accommodate his burgeoning
erection. He grabbed for the bottle of oil and fought with the
cap, slippery from use, until it finally twisted free. Once it was
off, Trevor threw it toward the sea in anger, a punishment to the
bottle for making him wait.
He poured a small amount of oil into the crease between Jarod's
buttocks, and watched, mesmerized as it ran down the hot flesh.
Jarod trembled slightly when Trevor began to work the oil into
his ass again, but didn't protest. It felt... confusing. Part of him
wanted to ask Trevor to stop, to turn, laughing, and say he'd had
enough. But he couldn't. He felt almost compelled to accept
whatever attentions this man chose to give him.
He could see the bright red of the sun behind his closed eyelids,
and he brought his arms up to his face and rested his forehead on
his crossed forearms.
Trevor had stilled as Jarod moved, but then took the position as
implicit consent. Not that Jarod could refuse, but his compliance
would be pleasant - at least at this time. Later, it wouldn't matter
so much. Trevor pushed Jarod's legs farther apart, and again
there was no real resistance. He ran an index finger in a circle
around the tight muscle of Jarod's anus.
Jarod trembled again, and looking toward his face, Trevor saw
the muscle of his jaw clench. Without further hesitation, Trevor
pushed his finger into Jarod's body, and wriggled it slightly. He
could feel Jarod tense, and he placed a hand in the small of
Jarod's back, pressing down.
"Be good, Jarod."
There was steel under the velvet of Trevor's voice and Jarod
was still. He could feel the blood race in his veins, hear the
pounding of his heart in his ears. All other sensory input was
abolished. The sound of the surf and the gulls, the smell of the
ocean, the feel of the blanket were gone. He was a body of fire,
and the only thing tethering him to reality was the hand that
explored him with such familiarly, two, then three fingers thrusting
into him.
When Jarod moaned, Trevor couldn't tell if it were more passion
or despair. Not that it mattered. Trevor was intent on his own
pleasure, on his own aching cock. Jarod was a convenient body
warm, healthy, and ready for him. Trevor poured more oil into
his palm and slicked his cock. Kneeling behind Jarod, he
pushed him up so that he was on his knees, his head still resting
on his forearms.
"Relax, Jarod."
He was gentler this time than he had been on the boat. Trevor
pushed his cock into the stretched ring of muscle a little at a time,
allowing Jarod to become used to being filled.
"All right?" Trevor stroked Jarod's belly, and was gratified to
hear a muffled assent.
Slowly he began to fuck the younger man, long strokes that
withdrew almost to the tip and then drove all the way back to the
root. Jarod began panting, and Trevor put his hand on Jarod's
limp cock and squeezed. It began to harden almost at once, and
as Trevor began to stroke his cock, Jarod began to move back
to meet the inexorable thrusts.
Finally, putting an arm around Jarod's chest, Trevor pulled the
pretender up with him so that he was kneeling against the older
man, back pressed to Trevor's chest. Trevor bucked up hard,
and Jarod groaned, his own cock swelling in Trevor's hand.
It was when Trevor included the nipple play that Jarod came. It
was too much to bear. The hard thickness inside of him, the
hand on his cock, the other hand pinching his nipples in a way
that was just short of torture, caused Jarod to cry out at his
release and collapse against Trevor, his head resting back in the
curve between Trevor's neck and shoulder.
"Liked that, eh, Jarod?" The whisper in his ear caused him to
shiver. He wanted to say no, but the evidence of his pleasure
was on his thighs, on Trevor's hand.
Roughly Trevor pushed Jarod down on the blanket, pulling out
his own still erect cock.
"On your back, Jarod." The order was harsh. Jarod obediently
turned over and Trevor struck at his legs, signaling Jarod to raise
them.
Lethargic after his orgasm, Jarod was slow to comply, and
Trevor in his impatience grabbed Jarod's softening cock and
twisted the sensitive flesh cruelly.
"Get your legs up!"
Jarod whimpered slightly as he obeyed. The soft sound turned
to a cry of pain as Trevor now thrust savagely within Jarod's
unresisting body and began to fuck him, hard. The sounds of
pain Jarod made seemed to excite Trevor even more, and he
garnered more of them by twisting his nipples, pinching them.
At last, Trevor came deep inside Jarod's body, shouting his
triumph to the sea and sky. He lay over Jarod for a moment,
breathing heavily, until the heat of their bodies was too much and
he pulled his softening cock out and rolled off of him, sitting up.
He plucked the water bottle he had brought for himself and took
a long drink from it. Catching Jarod's eyes open him, he held it to
the other man's lips, not allowing him to hold the bottle.
Jarod held his eyes as he drank. Sustenance was his from this
man's hands. Sustenance and pleasure and pain.
Trevor watched Jarod drink and was reminded of what he
wanted from that mouth, but not now. He wanted this man's
mind clear when the game was won and he claimed that prize.
He took the bottle away and stood, the pretender's eyes
following him.
"Do you understand now, Jarod?" Trevor asked expectantly.
"You're mine. You belong to me until I decide otherwise."
Jarod was staring at Trevor, not entirely certain he was hearing
the man right. He must have misunderstood. But that's what he
had told himself about yesterdays conversation as well.
Trevor watched the war being waged between the drugs and
Jarod's mind. Impatient to get this phase over with, he grabbed
Jarod's arm and pulled him roughly to his feet.
"I can be a very considerate man, Jarod," Trevor coldly assured
him. "I can give you everything you'll ever need and all I ask in
return is unconditional obedience. If I get it, you will be
rewarded. If not...." he shrugged. "Don't make me angry."
Trevor gestured to the house, "You've seen the armed guards,"
and to the vast sea, "and there is no escape." He smiled and
reached out, taking Jarod's chin in his hand and turning his face
toward the water. "The nearest land is fifty miles south, and
you're not even certain where you are now." He dropped his
hand and Jarod continued to stare blankly at the dark blue sea.
His basic survival instincts were fighting a losing battle
against the emotional and physical abuse. Every thought he
began quickly dissolved into confusion. The only thing that
stayed with him was that he was a prisoner. Again. Jarod closed
his eyes for a moment, his head tipping back, face upturned to
the sun. Prisoner. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Trevor sighed, deeply pleased with himself. Jarod hadn't
protested once. His patience would be rewarded and he would,
at last, have what the Centre had denied him so long ago.
And, should he ever tire of this man, there would be buyers
beating down his door for the opportunity to own a such a
specimen.
"Go wash yourself in the surf," Trevor ordered. The authority in
his voice unmistakable and Jarod felt a chill. "When you are
ready to submit to me properly, I will be in the library. Come to
me as you are." He turned and walked a few paces toward the
house, then stopped. Without looking back, Trevor gave a final
order. "Should you decide to fight me, save yourself the trouble
and report directly to the guards quarters. I'm sure they could
find something to keep you occupied." With that, he was gone.
Jarod continued to stare at the water until the sounds of the sea
faded to nothing and all he wanted was to be a part of it. Slowly,
he began walking toward the waves.
To be continued in Sanctuary IV: Light
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