Bound by Honor (Men of Honor), page 4
“You and Jäger are a good mix,” Hunt murmured, brought yet another shot up to Tanner’s lips and man, he’d hate himself in the morning, for many different reasons.
None of that mattered. He was living for the moment, and Hunt’s hand on his jean-clad cock was making that really easy.
“Glad you finally agreed to join us,” Hunt told him, and Tanner wondered where the sudden spike of his arousal came from…and the dizziness.
Jägermeister was some strong shit but he was no lightweight. He grabbed for the bar but Hunt was there, arms around his waist, steadying him. Kissing him until he was aware of the murmurs all around…knew they were being watched.
“What did you give me?” he muttered to Hunt when he came up for air, but Joe was there with them, suggesting to Hunt, “Why don’t you take him back and let him get comfortable?”
Angry and horny all at once, Tanner let Hunt guide him through the small maze of hallways to the back room they’d rented. It was so hard to keep his thoughts straight, and they jumbled further every time Hunt tweaked one of his nipples or whispered that he couldn’t wait to get Tanner’s cock in his mouth.
Finally, they were in the private room.
“Ever been back here?”
Tanner shook his head, looked at the various implements lining the walls—dildos, floggers, masks—and it was all private and yet somehow way more intimidating than the room at Crave.
“I think I should go, Hunt,” he whispered, his throat suddenly dry as hell.
Hunt handed him a bottle of water. “Don’t worry so much—you’re gonna love it. You know you need it. Come on.”
Hunt urged him forward toward the bed, and Tanner let his knees buckle gratefully, sat on the edge and drank the water. Hunt stood in front of him, tugged off his own T-shirt, and then he moved to strip Tanner of his. Pushed him back and yanked off his boots and jeans as well.
The buzz of the drug though his veins was so…odd. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but his arms were around Hunt then and they were rolling together on the big bed—nipping, sucking at one another. Tanner’s cock leaked as Hunt stroked it slowly.
Too slowly. Impatiently, he pushed Hunt down and mounted him to fuck him.
But strong hands landed on his shoulders, massaging him with callused palms. “You’re so ready, aren’t you?”
It was Joe. He turned his head to agree and then Joe kissed him, hard and fast and before Tanner knew it, he was sandwiched between the two men on the bed.
His body was so fluid, and while Hunt sucked his cock, Tanner didn’t much care what Joe was doing to his arms and his legs.
It was only when Joe turned him to his stomach and he realized he was bound and spread that he knew it was a bad idea.
He struggled, but that’s what Joe and Hunt were after…that’s what turned them on.
“He’s ready,” he heard Hunt murmur, and the room spun a little.
Tanner was hazy as to why he’d originally agreed to come back here…something about proving to Damon that he could do this whole D/s thing…that he was strong enough. But now, utter panic threatened to seep through the haze of drugs and hard-ons. Whatever they’d given him made him horny as hell—but he didn’t want it from them.
Would’ve been helpful to come to that realization before he’d been cuffed, though.
Fuck.
He tried to act coherent and commanding, but all of that, just like all of this, was an act. “Joe, look—” he started now, but Joe didn’t let him finish his thought.
“You’re not owned, so for tonight I own you.” Joe ran a rough palm across his ass, slapped it, then told Hunt what he wanted. “Give the baby boy some water to make him feel better.”
Tanner refused to open his mouth, knew they were trying to drug him more and he’d had enough. He rubbed his lips against the sheets after Hunt pulled the bottle away. “What the hell are you talking about, being owned?”
“You don’t have a daddy or a master, so you’re a free agent. And you’re a big-enough boy to know what you were signing up for.”
Tanner’s gut clenched. The terror was building fast now, and he staved off the panic attack, although just barely. Through gritted teeth, he asserted, “I told you, I didn’t want to be fucked.”
“And I never agreed to your terms.” Joe ran another rough hand through Tanner’s hair and let it trail down his back. Tanner’s dick was responding, his body turning traitor and Joe knew it. “Don’t worry—when Hunt and I get through fucking you, you’ll be begging for more. They all do.”
“Joe, let me the fuck up,” he growled, and Hunt laughed softly.
“This is gonna be fun. I hope he screams,” Hunt said and Tanner thrashed on the bed as Joe continued, his voice firm.
“I’m going to own you, Tanner. Hunt and I need a regular third and now, you’re it. We’re going to take you together…two cocks in your tight, hot hole. You’re not going to know what to do with yourself once we’re both inside of you.”
Tanner fought a moan—less arousal and more fear because that’s what they wanted. His head swam, and he struggled harder, even as Joe ran his hand along the crack of Tanner’s ass, fingering the sensitive flesh. “I can’t wait to eat your ass…I’m going to take this patch of hair and suck on it until you scream. And then you’ll bury your face in my ass and eat it until I tell you to stop. You’re going to spend hours between my legs, boy.”
“He’s only doing that with me.”
Tanner’s heart leaped at the sound of the deep growl, and even though humiliation burned deep inside of him, he had no doubt that Damon was his savior.
“You can take a turn,” Joe offered the Dom, and Tanner turned his head to watch the exchange, saw Damon dressed all in black and looking like a guardian angel sent from hell, a scowl on his face that Tanner was pretty sure was meant for him.
“He’s mine,” Damon repeated.
“He wasn’t acting like yours—or anybody’s—when he was fucking in the back room.”
“He’s allowed to do that,” Damon said calmly. “Not this. “
“I guess he doesn’t follow your orders well at all,” Joe said and Tanner thought about how well he’d followed Damon’s orders last night…how being tied down then was so different than this, even though he’d hated Damon for it.
Yeah, that’s right—why was he looking to Damon to help him through anything?
Because you have no choice.
“Get your hands off him,” Damon told Joe through clenched teeth. “I don’t answer to you.”
But Joe wasn’t backing down. “Maybe the great Damon retired from Domming because he couldn’t hang on to his boys. But I can—and I will. Now get the hell out of my room.” At Joe’s unrelenting stance, Tanner’s stomach lurched.
Damon had no real ties to him. There was no reason for him to start a fight when he could walk away. And if Damon couldn’t get him out of this…
Tanner began to struggle against the bonds again, heard the bed creak and the binds bit his wrists. He didn’t care—agitation made his throat tighten…until he felt a hand on the middle of his back.
“I’ve got you, sweet boy.” Damon’s voice was husky. Kinder than it had been moments earlier.
Save me, Damon.
He just didn’t realize he’d said it out loud.
Chapter Four
When Damon had stormed his way into the Underground’s private rooms and bribed his way into Joe and Hunt’s room, he hadn’t expected to discover Tanner tied up, spread-eagle on his stomach. The sight of the boy, bound with locked, heavy leather cuffs strung together with heavier chains, legs spread on the king-sized bed, so vulnerable and so fucking hot, took his breath away at first.
Tanner’s skin was golden. Smooth, with hard muscles, his ass spread…although, at the moment, he was nowhere close to willing.
He could bury his face in that ass, eat it until the boy screamed with pleasure…but he’d already taken the boy publicly and that had gone poorly, and the sight of Tanner struggling against the bonds broke his heart. He rubbed Tanner’s back to calm him and it worked momentarily, but he could understand the boy’s panic.
This was a back room meant for play. Beyond the bed, there was the swing suspended from the ceiling, a wall lined with different floggers. Dildos and plugs, presumably from Joe’s private collection, and no doubt Joe planned on using them inside Tanner tonight.
Damon knew that getting into a pissing match with Joe and Hunt was never a good idea. Joe had always been an asshole, wanting Damon’s status but unwilling to extricate himself from the military in order to do so. He’d been with Hunt for years, the two men picking up boys and fucking them on a regular basis until they broke them.
Getting Tanner out of here in his condition, unscathed, could require a major ass-kicking. Damon was more than willing to do so, especially after he realized that Tanner had in fact been drugged as LC had suspected, judging by his sluggishness and the size of his pupils. And Joe eyed him as Damon continued to stroke Tanner’s back. “Thought you were in mourning?”
“You shouldn’t think. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
Joe lunged and Damon stood to greet the gesture, taking his hand from Tanner’s back momentarily.
“This is my room,” Joe said with a snarl.
“With my boy. And you don’t own the club.”
Joe took a step back, crossed his arms, stood over Tanner proprietarily. “If he’s yours, then prove it.”
Damon bent to place a hand on Tanner’s neck since the boy’s breathing had become harsh again. “I don’t take orders from you, Joe. You can see how he responds to me.”
Tanner did respond as if he’d been Damon’s forever—that was obvious to all of them. Damon watched Tanner’s back rise and fall unevenly, smelled the fear and arousal mixing.
To Joe, that fear was intoxicating. “Maybe the four of us could work something out.”
Damon would need to diffuse this situation quickly. “I need to speak to my boy alone for a moment—can you give us some privacy?”
Joe looked disgruntled, but he motioned for Hunt to follow him into the large bathroom. “You’ve got until Hunt makes me come.”
When the bathroom door closed, leaving the two men alone, Damon knelt by the side of the bed and forced Tanner to look at him.
“You’re here—drunk. Vulnerable. You let them drug you. You let your guard down, Tanner. Why is that?” Damon knew why—it was his fault. He’d stirred something inside Tanner that made all of this come up like a swirling sea of sand. “What are you doing here?”
“You’re not my keeper,” Tanner growled, his pupils larger than they should be and yes, that was true. He sounded very much with it and Damon just had to hope that Tanner’s consent—when and if he gave it—wouldn’t be the drugs talking.
Damon didn’t think it would be. “I’m not your keeper, but you’re damned happy to see me, aren’t you, little boy?”
Tanner tugged at the bonds hard for a few seconds and then gave up, remaining still. Knowing Damon was his only way out and still being stubborn.
“You realize what they’re going to do to you, right? And you being a top and all, getting fucked might not be what you’d planned. Or did you?”
“No. I’ve never been fu—” Tanner started and then stopped. Buried his cheek against the pillow and Damon’s heart tugged.
How could the boy know if he was a bottom if he was still a virgin? No wonder Tanner was confused as hell. Damon had assumed he’d bottomed for men who didn’t know what the hell they were doing, but this was an entirely different situation. “Last night…was that the first time someone put a dildo inside of you?”
Tanner nodded, his breath a hiccup.
“Okay, breathe, Tanner. Please breathe.” Damon was telling himself that too, because he was suddenly having trouble pulling air into his lungs. The boy was far too vulnerable here and Damon had been there himself and goddammit, he couldn’t let Tanner’s first time be here—not like this.
He’d tied men down for years—but there was nothing consenting about this situation. And still, there would have to be some sort of show to satisfy Joe. Tanner would have to consent to Damon. “I’m going to get you out…but I’ll have to guide you through a scene.”
Tanner protested by fighting the bonds so hard Damon was afraid he’d break his wrists. “Can’t we just get the hell out of here?”
“There are rules. Protocol.”
“Fuck your rules. You broke your own rules last night,” Tanner spit out and yes, this was all about what happened last night. Tanner took what happened as the rejection it was. Damon hadn’t realized how deeply it had affected him until this moment.
And still, he needed to talk some sense into him. “You’re going to have to do what I say now.”
“Forget it,” Tanner said roughly.
“They’re going to fuck you,” Damon told him. “Do you want them instead of me?”
Tanner’s breath hitched. “No. But I don’t want to do this here with you…not like this.”
“You have no choice.”
“Please,” Tanner whispered and his plea yanked at Damon harder than he thought possible.
There was a long moan from the bathroom and time was up. The bathroom door opened a few moments later, with Joe stumbling out on shaky legs and Hunt behind him with a self-satisfied look.
Joe leaned against the wall, said, “I’m waiting, Damon. Because if he’s not yours—”
“I’m not yours either, Joe—so fucking untie me,” Tanner demanded, and that’s when Damon replaced his hand on the back of Tanner’s neck.
“Stop, boy. Now. I know that I need to do this now. I have to show them that you’re mine,” Damon murmured. “Follow my lead.”
“Fuck you,” Tanner muttered, loud enough for Joe and Hunt to hear. Joe merely raised an eyebrow and then said, “I think someone needs a lesson.”
For the first time that night, Damon actually agreed with him.
“Are you always this self-destructive when you come home from combat?” Damon growled in his ear, and Tanner realized he’d played with fire and would have to suffer the consequences—there would be no easy way out of this situation at all.
Lately, yes, he had been completely self-destructive. But he was humiliated and pissed and so fucking needy all at the same time, he didn’t know what to say or do. Instead, he buried his face into the pillow again and hoped Damon understood, the way he always claimed to.
His arms were starting to go numb, as were his legs. The chains and cuffs were tight, and he was hot and cold at the same time.
“I’ll undo the cuffs—but don’t you move. Understood?”
The command in Damon’s tone was something that couldn’t be ignored. Tanner responded to it, wanted more of it, needed to obey and so he nodded, shivered as the cuffs came off. Damon rubbed the blood back into his arms and legs and Tanner allowed it, stayed calm and followed Damon’s instructions.
“Better?” Damon asked and Tanner nodded mutely.
A smooth, cool palm rubbed the nape of his neck and Tanner breathed again.
“Touch is hard when you first come back,” Damon murmured, so only the two of them could hear.
“It always was,” Tanner whispered back. “Too much contact and I…”
“I know.” Damon’s hand rubbed, massaged, moved to Tanner’s shoulders—that, he hadn’t expected…he’d thought it would be all hard edges. No talking except for dirty words…no time for his likes and dislikes.
“Is it supposed to be like this?”
“It’s not supposed to be like anything.”
Tanner nodded. Swallowed hard. Then, “I like it rough.”
“I know that too.” But Damon didn’t stop the gentle massage. His fingers trailed the dips of Tanner’s muscles, even as Tanner’s skin felt hot and tight.
He was achy and needy, ready to beg.
But he didn’t. Wouldn’t.
“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” Damon mused. “All you have to do is ask.”
“It’s never that simple.”
“This time, it is.”
Could it be? He’d spent too much time believing otherwise.
“What do you want?” Damon’s voice invaded his ears. “Do you want me to lay you out across my lap and spank you until your ass is red and you’re coming on my thighs because you can’t not come?”
Tanner opened his mouth to say no, but no didn’t come out. His cock twitched though, his body betraying him every step of the way, and even though Damon couldn’t see that, he knew. The man just knew.
“Spank you…and then fuck you into tomorrow,” Damon continued and God, yes.
Tanner looked up when he realized he’d spoken those words out loud. Damon’s eyes blazed, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Then it’s going to happen. Now.”
Within seconds, and with surprising ease, Damon pulled Tanner up off the bed and positioned him across his lap, bare ass in the air.
He cried out with a howl of surprise, struggled but a strong arm held him down, steadied him while the other came down, bare hand meeting bare skin. He swore he could smell the lust—his own, Damon’s…Joe’s and Hunt’s, because even though he couldn’t see them, they were watching this play out.
He heard his breath hitch and he felt like crying but he wanted more.
And then Damon’s hand came down on his bare ass a second time and a third in quick succession. Tanner’s face had already flamed, he lost his breath and began to moan incoherently. His body bucked, and he heard the sounds of approval around him as he lost himself in the rhythm…the pain…the loss of control.
He was going to come. His cock rubbed Damon’s thigh and his balls tightened in anticipation, and he screwed his eyes tight and prepared to let his body take him where he needed to be. At least until Damon’s voice broke in.
“You don’t come without my permission—you know that,” Damon told him firmly. “I think you just wanted to be punished.”
