Chapter 12
Rebel looked down on him, met his eyes and what Jack saw there was pure anguish. Never had he wanted to hold anyone more so he lifted his hand and took Rebel’s gently pulling him back down to the couch. He took Rebel’s face into his hands and kissed over his mouth, then to his squared chin, scraping his teeth over it making Rebel’s hips buck up. He held Rebel still as his teeth found his neck and bit slightly then kissed where he’d bitten. Finally he pushed Rebel down and said, “Tonight. We will start tonight. I’ll make sure I’m not called in unless it’s important and we will have tonight to work and tomorrow to rest up.”
Without opening his eyes or speaking Rebel just nodded. Jack could feel him trembling and he ran his fingers over Rebel’s cheek. “Baby it’ll be okay. I won’t let you go. I won’t leave you even for a heartbeat.”
Rebel reached up to kiss him and even his lips were shaking. Jack’s cock filled and he deepened the kiss. Rebel needed this before anything else. He could make him relax at least a bit before he pushed him. Jack took over his mouth, sliding his tongue in and pressing his lips harder while he took a handful of Rebel’s soft hair and clenched it in his fist.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name,” Jack growled into his mouth.
Rebel’s eyes rolled back and he bit his lip before he said, “Do it…yeah…yeah do it.”
Hands tearing at clothes were accompanied by grunts of frustration that it was taking too long before finally Jack got off of the couch and he jogged to the bedroom to get his supplies. Heading back in to the living room, he got there and his cock jumped hard when he saw his sub. Rebel was on his knees in the center of the room, his hands behind him and his eyes lowered. Jack almost dropped the lube the sight was so fucking hot but he gathered himself enough to step over to the man and caress his face.
“Suck me.”
Rebel gave him a look through fluttering eyelashes and opened his beautiful mouth, laid his tongue over his bottom lip before he ducked his head to the side and wrapped his tongue around the shaft of his cock and took one long hard lap before sucking the tip into his mouth and jabbing the tip into Jack’s slit. Jack bucked his hips without meaning to but Rebel didn’t seem to mind the sudden intrusion, swallowing around it and moaning in pleasure, the sound vibrating straight to Jack’s balls.
Jack grabbed on to handfuls of Rebel’s hair and bucked again, then just let go and started fucking his sub’s mouth. While Rebel took the mouth fucking, Jack’s head fell back enjoying the heat surrounding his cock. The skilled tongue and tight lips were cataclysmic but once he felt his nuts tightening he looked back down to tell Rebel to stop and saw Rebel’s fist around his own cock. Jack pulled Rebel off by the hair.
“No touching yourself.”
There was a twinkle in Rebel’s eye as his hand slowly left his cock and he smiled wickedly. “Sorry.”
Chuckling Jack nodded and said, “You read that is usually one of the things a Dom will forbid his sub to do. Isn’t that right?”
He didn’t need to answer, the answer showed on his face, the flush of arousal and embarrassment, the way his lips parted with his heavy breath then the smile that grew wider.
“Little pain slut,” Jack said as he moved behind Rebel and pushed him over. “Face on the floor ass up.”
Rebel did as Jack told him and Jack stroked his cock as he looked over the still red welts from the flogging, the light bruises peppering his back, legs and ass. He had marked his boy well and he warmed all over seeing it. He sheathed his cock and lubed it heavily before setting it at Rebel’s hole and as he pushed in he said, “Mine!”
The sound Rebel emitting was somewhere between a grunt and scream, but when Jack started to pull back out it was silent as he chased Jack’s cock, leaning back. Jack wasn’t having it; his grip hard on Rebel’s hips. Jack controlled the movement, keeping his cock just barely inside Rebel’s ass as he breathed shallowly.
“So good man, so fucking good! Hard! Do me hard!”
Growling again Jack grabbed Rebel by the hair and brought him up to lean back on him, biting hard on the muscle that linked his neck and shoulder. “Don’t tell me how to fuck you boy!”
“Oh God!” Rebel went limp in Jack’s arms and Jack pushed him down, grabbing his shoulders and bringing him back, impaling him so hard it pushed the air from Rebel’s lungs.
oooOooo
He didn’t even have time to gasp for another breath as Jack laid into him, fucking him so hard and so fucking deep, giving him those low grunts with each thrust. Fuck! Had there ever been a man who could fuck him like that? Exactly how he craved it, exactly how he wanted it, just driving and filling him so well.
The bite on his shoulder still stung and it radiated heat through him almost as much as the ache in the muscles of his ass and back did. Every thrust shook those muscles and reminded him of how he got them.
Again Jack rumbled, “Mine,” and Rebel felt it shoot right through him. He was being claimed, being fucking possessed. Someone wanted him, and not just wanted him but was taking him, keeping him and Rebel wanted it. He wanted to be Jack’s, feel that wonderful thick cock stretching him, that long cock stabbing him and he didn’t care what he had to do to keep it. He would crawl over glass for it, for the man himself and what’s more it would turn him on to do it.
Jack’s hips slapped hard on his ass, the sound filling the room and it was an erotic sound, bodies applauding the feelings they were giving one another, hearts drumming just as fast. It wasn’t a prolonged coupling. They were both so turned on they couldn’t have held back if they tried but already Rebel was waiting for Jack’s stern command before he let himself release. When he heard it, heard Jack say, “Come for me boy,” it was all that was needed to feel his balls draw up, stomach ache with it and his orgasm tear out of him. Jack followed right behind him and they both fell to the floor panting, Rebel gasping hard still trying to take the air Jack had pushed from him.
Rebel watched Jack get up slowly and he laughed. “Legs shaky?”
Jack glared at him. “Fuck you punk I’m not as young as some sweet asses in this room.”
Rebel got up on equally shaky legs and followed him into the bathroom where Jack had stripped off the condom and was wetting a washcloth to hand to Rebel. Rebel took it but before using it he melted into Jack’s arms and kissed him sweetly.
“You felt pretty fucking young to me.”
Jack’s face softened and he wrapped his arms around Rebel and in that sweet embrace Rebel felt all the promises in the world he never thought anyone would make him. Jack kissed over his hair and face then took his lips in a tender kiss, tongue sliding in only for a moment before he ended the kiss and whispered, “Thank you Rebel.”
Rebel nodded and understood he was being thanked for more than just the compliment then pulled back. “So I think I’m ready. I am not going to say that you are going to have some easy time with me. My life’s been fucked and I have the fight and flight thing down pretty good by now. I haven’t lived in one place for more than a few months since I was a kid.”
Kissing the side of his mouth Jack then said, “That is going to change I hope.”
God, so did he, but this couldn’t be real. Jack seemed so great and the sex was mind blowing but it couldn’t last so he decided to just take it as it came and hoped it wouldn’t hurt too badly when it ended. Jack took his hand and led him into the bedroom, got some sweats for them both and handed Rebel a pair. “Let’s make dinner, something light, go over some of the rules then we can get to work.”
Rebel could only nod as he put the sweats on, his head starting to spin from how strange his life was becoming so fast. He’d always been a little off in the head, shit his mother had said it enough times even when he was little, but he still never thought he’d be okay…not just okay but looking forward to a man beating him with whips and shit.
“Okay let’s get something made. What can you cook?”
Rebel bit his lip and shrugged, “I can do burgers like I made you already, steaks, shit like that. I can’t make you three course meals or anything but I have never starved.”
“I’ll get a list from you and then maybe we’ll think of some other things. You are cooking and cleaning,” Jack said matter-of-factly and Rebel just gaped at him.
“I’m not a bitch.”
Jack crossed the room in two strides and grabbed him by the hair, staring into his eyes hard. Fuck that made him hard all over again!
“You’re my bitch and you will do as I want you to. This is all a part of submission.” Jack lessened his grip and kissed him sweetly, really making Rebel dizzy with the quick change. “I’m not a slave driver; I don’t expect you to be perfect I just expect you to try.”
Nodding he said, “Okay.”
oooOooo
Once again Jack took him into his arms and once more his boy melted into the embrace. The way he took to being touched and being loved or letting Jack know he wasn’t used to it and that was such a fucking shame, it broke his heart. “The appreciation you get for the services you do for me will show you that the submission pays off.”
Rebel clung to him for only a second then backed out of the hug and smiled saying, “I get that.”
“Good.”
It was good. Rebel hadn’t seen all that submission entailed yet but he knew in his gut Rebel would take to it all. That was if he could get past what Jack had planned for him after dinner. It was going to be very rough on them both but needed.
They made some turkey sandwiches and when they were finished Jack got up to clean but Rebel was quicker, taking the plate from him and heading to the sink. Jack wasn’t used to it and he smiled and said, “Thanks.”
Rebel threw a smile over his shoulder making Jack’s heart pound hard in his chest. It also almost made him rethink what he was going to do to his boy but quickly Martin was there to reassure him.
“He needs it,” Martin said as he sat on the counter seemingly watching Rebel wash the few dishes.
Jack looked at him, watched him fade then walked up behind Rebel just as he was finishing up.
“Come with me.”
Rebel turned and lowered his eyes. Fuck he didn’t want to get hard right then so that all he would want to do was fuck. This was going to be work, hard work, and sex had nothing to do with it. He led Rebel down the stairs to the basement and into the playroom.
“So more spankings or whatever?”
Rebel’s words had been whispered and Jack swallowed hard before he said, “No. What I have in mind may be a lot harder.”
Rebel’s eyes narrowed and he asked, “Harder how?”
Jack took his hands and looked into his eyes. “I know we’re new but do you trust me?”
“Probably as much as I’ve ever trusted anyone.”
That broke his heart all over again for his boy. “That’s not an answer really.”
Rebel looked down at their clasped hands, squeezed Jack’s fingers a bit and nodded. “Yeah Jack. I do.”
“Good baby. This is going to be rough but it is something you need.”
Rebel stiffened but didn’t back away or refuse.
“You know your safe words but I really want you to try to get through this without them if you can but use them if you have to.”
“Okay.”
Jack knew he’d have to be bound pretty tight, if for no other reason than just so he wouldn’t hurt himself. The bench would be good but really he thought the cross would be best. He guided Rebel there his sub’s hand nearly slipped out of Jack’s grasp from shaking. Jack took that hand and kissed the back before he turned him around, raised Rebel’s arm and brought it to the cuff. The other wrist cuff was done and then the ankles, Rebel had his eyes closed throughout the process and Jack stepped up close once he stood back up and kissed him tenderly.
“I’m right here with you Rebel. I’m not going to leave you. I’ll never leave you.”
With that Rebel’s eyes opened and the way his eyes searched Jack’s face made Jack warm all over. “I’m ready.”
Jack ran his hands over Rebel’s chest from shoulders to waist then back up. He wanted to touch Rebel continuously so that Rebel knew he was there, that he hadn’t left. He kissed Rebel’s collarbone and his neck as he said, “You are safe here Rebel. You are wanted…so wanted. I want you and I want to help you.”
How fast this was all happening made Jack nervous. Of course he wanted Rebel; he didn’t have a doubt about it. He’d fallen for Martin just as quickly but their love had progressed slowly, carefully. He didn’t have that leisure with Rebel. Rebel needed a crash course in dominance and submission if for no other reason than to help him. Rebel was so deep in Jack’s heart already that even if the worst happened and Rebel left Jack wanted to know that he would be okay.
“H-help me how?”
A kiss to the side of Rebel’s mouth then, “To realize what’s making you hurt yourself and others. To help you to work through it. To get you to a place where you don’t run away and hurt other people around you. You need physical pain, and that’s okay I can give you that but I won’t hurt past what it takes to help you to feel good and I will never hurt you emotionally. I won’t leave you. I’m here and I’ll give you whatever you need from me.”
“No one can help me Jack.”
One more kiss and Jack caressed his cheek then he began, “Rebel I’ve read your police file.”
Rebel tensed, his fists clenched right away so hard that his knuckles were white. “I didn’t do any of that shit!”
Jack’s eyes closed but his hands never stopped moving, the heavy pressure of his fingers on all of Rebel’s muscles steady. “Yes you did. You wanted it. You need pain. Emotional and physical. Why?”
Rebel’s eyes looked to the side, narrowed hard. It was working. As difficult as was going to be it was too late to turn back and he knew it was for the best.
“I don’t know…”
Jack’s finger’s found Rebel’s nipples without him looking, and he said, “Yes you do. I’ve heard a lot of stories of kids who were abused. It was better for them to be hurt because it was better than being ignored.”
“Fuck this Jack let me down!”
Rebel was visibly shaking and his face had turned bright red in anger…but he hadn’t used his safeword. “No baby.”
“I’m not your baby! I’m not anything! We were fucking around this isn’t real! This is bullshit!”
The muscles under Jack’s hands were hard as rocks and rippling under the skin. “No it’s real. I want you. I don’t want you for sex alone. I want you…all of you.”
“Bullshit!”
“I do and you’re not used to that. You had reasons for striking out, tell me.”
“No!”
Jack kept his voice calm and smooth but firm, “Tell me Rebel.”
Rebel’s voice was not only getting louder but it was shaking, and getting higher pitched. “He hit me but that didn’t bother me okay! Even the scar doesn’t hurt! It was her! It was her okay is that what you wanted!?”
“Her who?”
Rebel bit his lips, not looking at Jack but tears started streaming down his face. One sharp shake of his head but he didn’t say anything.
Jack knew who but he needed Rebel to say it. With the body reaction alone he was afraid Rebel would safeword before he could make much progress so he pressed on. “Tell me now Rebel.”
“My fucking cunt bitch mother! Okay, that religious freak! Her and her fucking husbands! All three of them that fucking treated me like a piece of shit! Now you know, so let me out of here!”
Jack took Rebel’s face into his hands and said, “I’m not. I’m not them! You are not who they said you were! Leave it in your past and walk with me into your future!”
Rebel was pulling hard at his restraints and whipping his head back and forth. “Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you! I’m going to beat the living fuck out of you when you let me go! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Jack grabbed the flogger and lifted it up to Rebel. “Do you want this? Do you want this to help you?”
Rebel’s eyes grew wide and he nodded, “Yes! Hit me! Make me bleed!”
Jack threw it to the ground and grabbed Rebel’s face in one hand, “You want the flogger then talk to me!”
Rebel screamed out and thrashed more, as far as he possibly could in the cuffs and cursed Jack. Jack’s heart hurt for his boy, the pain that was coming through was absolutely tortuous. He had to stop himself from letting Rebel loose and holding him.
Finally Rebel broke through and screamed and cried out, “She never loved me, no one did! No one but Aunt Candace and my mother hated her! She hated her because she turned her back on the church! The fucking church that made me feel like I was always wrong!”
“You stepfather that made the scar, why did he do it?”
Rebel’s eyes narrowed again, so red Jack was afraid blood vessels would burst in them. “Because he caught me touching myself! I was a kid! I couldn’t help it! I couldn’t help it!”
Jack put steady hands on Rebel’s hips. “Of course you couldn’t baby. It’s natural and there is nothing wrong with it.”
“I was wrong! Everything I did was wrong don’t you understand!? I was a pervert and then I figured out I was gay and I felt so fucking dirty!”
It was all he could do not to use the safeword himself at that moment, stop it all just so his own heart could stop hurting for his sub. “You’re not any of those things Rebel. You are a beautiful, sweet, wonderful man and I will help you to see that.”
Rebel started laughing hysterically through his tears. “How? How can you do that?”
“By loving you every day. By touching you with that love. By showing you that pain doesn’t come with anger but to make you fly with pleasure. By being here for you every step of the way.”
Still laughing he said, “You’ll get sick of me.”
“No I won’t. If I get sick of you I will be sick of my own heart because you own it now and if I throw you out of my life I’ll throw my heart away too. You own my heart now.”
Rebel stopped moving. He was so still for a moment Jack thought he had passed out but his eyes were open, again searching Jack for signs of deception and finding none he said, “You don’t know what you are getting into.”
Finally Jack smiled. “I think I do baby.”
Rebel’s tears fell and Jack kissed them away, soothing over his sweat drenched skin with firm hands. He finally reached up and let Rebel out of the cuffs and Rebel fell into his arms. Jack carried him up the stairs and put him in bed, ready to see the man pass out from exhaustion but Rebel pulled him down on top of him.
“You meant all that?”
“I did.”
Rebel took Jack’s mouth in a scorching kiss and his arms locked around Jack’s neck, holding him tight. Jack smiled into the kiss and moved Rebel’s wet hair from his face.
“I’ll help you through all of it if I can. We’ll work hard and if you ever feel like you can’t hold on, like you need to run or hit someone or get hit we’ll go in the basement and I’ll give you the sensations you need to put you in a better headspace.”
Rebel nodded and licked up Jack’s neck. “Good. I hope you don’t mind doing it a lot because we may be in the basement more than up here.”
Jack chuckled and said, “Whatever it takes baby.”