Chapter 17
“Rebel!” Jack fell down to his hands and knees and quickly crawled to his unconscious lover, gently placing his hands on either side of Rebel’s head. He saw the blood was dried on the head laceration and Rebel was pale. He took out his phone and dialed 911 as he continued to caress Rebel’s face.
As soon as the operator picked up he said, “This is Sheriff Jack Colton of the San Isabel County Sheriff’s office and I have an unconscious man at 27845 County Road 511. He has a head laceration but no other visible injuries.”
“Thank you sheriff we are dispatching an ambulance from the Apishipa Creek Trauma Clinic. Is the man breathing?”
Of course he was Jack was watching the slow rise and fall of his chest as if it was his own lifeline. “Yes.”
“Good, stay with him and if he stops breathing I will need you to perform CPR, are you current in your Red Cross Certificate?”
“Of course, just tell them to hurry!” He pushed end and let the phone drop before he started caressing his lover’s face with both hands. “Come on Rebel, baby, wake up for me. Rebel please don’t leave me, I can’t take it again.”
Tears rolled out of his eyes like a dam had cracked and he brushed them off his face. How could this happen? Who had hurt his lover?
He looked up and saw where the smell was coming from. The screen of the old television was broken. He saw blood on the edge of the dresser and figured that was where Rebel had gotten the injury from. He leaned down to kiss Rebel quickly and stood to look around a little better, knowing he might find some clue as to who had done this and knew that once the paramedics came in he could likely lose any evidence. Inside of the broken TV was something lodged in with the ancient tubes and cloth covered wires. He moved carefully around Rebel while still watching his chest and unplugged the old set before he stuck his hand inside, navigating the jagged glass, to pull out Rebel’s cell phone.
Suddenly it was clear. No one had done this to Rebel; he’d done it to himself. “Damn it Rebel why didn’t you call me?”
The front of two drawers were broken from being kicked in, a cedar chest was moved from its obvious former place at the end of the bed and pictures were scattered in the corner. He bent down to pick one up and saw a much younger Rebel smiling and holding up a fish while he stood next to San Isabel Reservoir.
When the paramedics arrived they worked fast to secure Rebel to the board and transport him out to the ambulance. Jack watched feeling helpless as the man and woman worked on his lover and he wanted to ask a million questions but as Rebel was being put into the back he started to wake up. Jack jumped in and held Rebel’s hand.
“I’m here baby. I’m right here.”
Rebel tried to speak but Jack covered his lips with his fingers and shook his head as he said, “No, don’t try to talk yet. I’ll be right here with you alright? Don’t worry we have a good clinic.”
The Apishipa Creek Trauma Clinic didn’t start out as anything more than a side office in the sheriff station but with the ski resorts getting closer and more people building summer and ski homes in the area the locals got together and built a new building for it. It still wasn’t more than a patch-up-and-send-off place and serious cases had to try to make it to St. Martin or wait for their Flight for Life helicopter to come for them. When a summer kid got hurt and almost didn’t make it, the seasonal families were suddenly concerned and pitched in enough money to make the clinic what it was today, a first rate trauma clinic with 24 hour on-staff doctors and state of the art equipment. Surgeries were still sent to St. Martin if there was enough confidence that the patient could make the trip, but if not, the clinic was ready.
Jack watched the lights turn off as the ambulance pulled into the clinic’s covered receiving space and he got out the minute the doors were opened to let the professionals do their work. The feeling of watching them taking Rebel inside, disappearing into the back was like someone was draining the blood from his body. He went numb. It was like a bad flashback to all the times he’d had to take Martin in while the cancer ate away at him.
He paced the waiting area for an hour before anyone could tell him anything and once the nurse told him that Rebel just had a concussion and had to have five stitches he thought he would throw up from relief.
Then he got angry.
It was okay to be mad then. He felt himself seething as he thought about how far Rebel had come in such a short time to just throw that away and hurt himself. He knew what he had to do. From that moment on Rebel would no longer be allowed to go anywhere without him, At least not until Jack could trust this wouldn’t happen again.
And no more cell phone.
When he was allowed into the room where Rebel lay he pushed his fury aside for the moment. He knew Rebel was hurting and from more than his concussion so he put on a relieved smile, one he actually did feel and he went to his boy’s side, taking his hand.
“How do you feel?”
Rebel put his other hand up to touch the bandage on his head and looked to the side. “Like an idiot.”
“Good. What happened baby? What happened that you didn’t think I could help you with?”
Rebel couldn’t look at him when he said, “It’s not you…I mean…shit Jack I never had anyone before to help me with shit. I can’t help it that my first reaction was to lose it like I’ve done for years.”
Keeping his voice calm even though he wanted to scream Jack responded, “Not good enough Rebel. Not even a little. Maybe you aren’t used to it but you know clearly that I am not only willing but ready and anxious to help you with things.”
Rebel finally looked up into Jack’s face and it ripped at his heart the way Rebel stared. He was sorry, that was clear but he was also in pain.
“I know Jack. I know and I don’t blame you if you want to give up on me.”
Jack sat easily on the bed and leaned down to give Rebel a tender kiss, his fingers running over his cheek. “I don’t think I could if I tried. I told you I love you Rebel. For me that’s not just lip service or some temporary feeling that can go away. For me that’s forever.”
Rebel choked out a cry then and Jack held him until the nurse came in to check on Rebel’s vitals. Jack excused himself to go outside. He sucked in the cold air like his lungs were on fire and he leaned back against the outer wall, glad for the support because he just didn’t think he could hold up his own body.
What the fuck was he doing? He had no experience with a sub that needed real help! Martin was stressed out at times and sure it had kept him from getting an ulcer but stress giving him heartburn was a hell of a lot different from the problems Rebel had. He took out Rebel’s phone that he’d put in his pocket just before they rolled Rebel out of the bedroom and opened it, surprised that the cheap prepaid thing still worked. He scrolled through the text messages and only found his to Rebel so he looked under recent calls and saw one number going out.
The recipient’s name simply said Mom. He remembered the scattered pictures in the corner and Rebel must have been looking through them when he’d had his outburst. Something from his past reached up to grab at some hope and his mother must have killed it. Oh fuck, if he ever got his hands on that woman he’d strangle her. He’d never hit anyone in anger in his life except for some would-be bullies back in school, and had never considered hitting a woman but if he ever met this one, all those high moral thoughts would get wiped away in seconds. In fact he had to hold back from calling the bitch and telling her what he thought about her but knew it wouldn’t do a bit of good so instead he took out his own phone and called Lynn.
Jack stayed with Rebel that night and drove him home in the morning. The ride was quiet and once they got to Jack’s house Rebel went in and straight to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes and scooting them under the bed right as Jack walked in. Jack leaned in the doorway to watch and once Rebel sat on the bed and grabbed the pillow to lean it up against the headboard Jack finally spoke.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Rebel looked confused. “Well the doc said nothing strenuous so I thought I would sit back in here.”
Jack shook his head slowly. “Not strenuous and sitting on your ass are very different things. You are still my sub and you have a lot of work to do to make that shit up to me.”
Rebel’s jaw dropped in response and Jack went to sit next to him on the bed. “I know our regular paddling may be too much for you but a lighter version wouldn’t. We are not only keeping our routine up we are adding to it. Today we will start slow because I have to work and you are hurt. Tonight and this weekend, meaning tomorrow, I am only on call. I can arrange for Dennis to take anything that wouldn’t have him running through the woods after someone so I have some things planned for you. I’m going to put you into deep submission.”
The confusion had never left his face but now painting Rebel’s features was a touch of lust and a dab of fear. “W-what is that?”
Jack had expected the question but turned away and pretended to think it over for a moment. “It means you will address me as Master, you will do everything you are told, you’ll be in one form of bondage or another for the entire time and what is most important is the headspace you’ll be in and the way that will make you feel.”
“And how’s that?”
Jack smiled, and caressed his lover’s face. “Good, calm, and at times you’ll fly.”
The little grin on Rebel’s face was shy and sweet and made Jack love him all the more. He took Rebel’s hand and pulled gently. “Stand up baby.”
Rebel did and Jack stood with him, taking his clothes off slow and carefully, watching his head to make sure his stitches weren’t touched. He kissed Rebel quickly but sensually and then sat back on the bed.
“No coming this time baby. I have something to help you the rest of the weekend but for now use your own willpower.”
“I’ve never had much luck with willpower,” Rebel said chuckling a little and Jack rubbed his hand over Rebel’s ass.
“Shh baby, no talking unless I ask you a question. Willpower has nothing to do with luck. I know you can do it.”
Rebel settled over Jack’s knees his cock semi hard and tucked between Jack’s thighs. Jack rubbed his ass, squeezed it then caressed it randomly, keeping Rebel in a constant state of anticipation without anything too intense. He knew he had to be careful with his sub because of the injury but he also knew Rebel needed this, needed confirmation that not only was he still wanted and cherished even after his violent outburst at his aunt’s home but he also needed to know that kind of behavior wasn’t going to be treated with rewards.
“Now this isn’t going to hurt but I do want you to think about it and what it is supposed to mean.”
“What’s that?”
Taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly Jack answered, “It’s supposed to emphasize your submission to me. It’s supposed to put you in mind of what you are and how you should act everyday like you know I would expect of you. You should choose all your actions thinking of me and my pleasure.”
“I’m sorry I just…it was…”
“No, not now, we’ll talk about what caused it all later.” Jack caressed once more and said, “Here we go.”
oooOooo
The first slap found him tensed for it, like usual, but it wasn’t hard. Shit he’d hit himself harder swatting a mosquito but he still felt tears burning his eyes and didn’t understand at first. Why the hell would he cry over such tender swats but after the third and fourth it dawned on him at the tears silently dropped from his eyes to the beige carpet leaving little dark spots.
Dark like his past, like the things haunting him and the things he was bringing to Jack now. It wasn’t fair to Jack. All the man had done was treat him with loving kindness. He didn’t deserve the fear Rebel had inflicted on him finding his unconscious body. He deserved the world and as his tears continued to fall he resolved to give Jack everything he could, do anything to make him as happy as he possibly could.
When the spanking was over Jack pulled him up and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as if he might take flight and float away from him.
“You did beautifully Rebel.” He kissed all around Rebel’s wound and then down to his mouth. “Is breakfast too much for you?”
“No.”
Jack lifted his chin and looked sternly into Rebel’s eyes. “No Master.”
Rebel felt funny saying it but he’d already vowed to himself to do whatever it took to make Jack happy and that wasn’t much at all. “No Master, breakfast would be the least I could do.”
Jack kissed him and stood with him, “Just a minute though. I have a couple of things I want you to wear for me for the weekend.” Jack went to his drawer and rummaged around for a minute before he brought something out and walked over to him. He put them on the bed and Rebel looked down to see a piece of leather with snaps attached and a butt plug. Rebel’s jaw started to drop but Jack stopped it with a kiss.
When the kiss was over he took Rebel’s dick into his hand and started to gently stroke it. “I’m going to keep you hard…on the edge today but no coming. If you are good maybe tonight or tomorrow. You have to learn how to want something that is not allowed without taking it for yourself and to want to release feelings but not be allowed to. It’ll help with those more base urges of yours.”
Rebel felt his heart skip as Jack picked up the piece of leather and circled his cock with it, then his balls and finally snapping it. It was tight but not bad and it separated his cock and balls, making them stand out from his body too. It looked strange to him but felt completely erotic.
“There now turn around, face the bed and bend over.” Rebel swallowed. He’d only had a plug in once; some guy he was fucking for a couple weeks liked them so he’d asked to try it. The one he’d used wasn’t as thick as Jack’s and he remembered feeling very full with the other one so he wondered how much stranger this one was going to feel. He didn’t have to wonder long. Jack got the lube from the nightstand and slicked his finger, pushing it up inside of Rebel causing a moan to escape him.
“Quiet Rebel.”
Rebel bit his lips together as Jack stretched him some, first with one finger then joining that one with another. Damn it was so fucking hard to be quiet while Jack fingered him. It was hot. No, not just hot but sizzling. He wanted more, wanted Jack to just fuck him, but he couldn’t say that. After he was slick and stretched, Jack reached down to the bed and picked the plug up, bringing it behind Rebel. Rebel felt the cold plastic breeching him, stretching him wider and wider. There was no way to keep quiet.
“Fuck, Jack…I mean Master.”
He got a slap to the ass then and Jack said, “Quiet!”
He bit his lips again as he felt the widest part of the plug stretching him impossibly wide before it was in, seated perfectly, the base tight against his hole.
“Now talk to me, how does that feel?”
Now that he could he didn’t know what to say. He felt full, so full and he moaned out, “Like a hand is up there.”
Jack chuckled and said, “Well baby that may be what it feels like to you but a hand will feel much bigger in there. You’ll see.”
What? He didn’t just hear that right did he? “Oh…okay...”
Jack pulled him up to hold him close, whispering in his ear and every time he did that it made Rebel fucking crazy. “There now. My plug looks so damn good in you. Very sexy. Get some sweats on and go make us some breakfast. Something small, toast and jam maybe and then you are coming to the station with me.”
There were a thousand questions after that. How the hell could he go with him anywhere? Was he going to wear the plug and ring for breakfast or….or there too? Fuck he wanted to answer but he couldn’t so he forced himself be calm. His heartbeat was slamming in his chest so he took a moment to take a few deep breaths and then he got the sweats on like Jack told him to before and went into the kitchen.
As he went to the breadbox he felt himself begin to focus. Everything zoomed in on what he was doing. It was a very weird feeling for him but one he found he liked. Usually his mind was all over the place, but he pulled the cover off the toaster, put in the slices of bread and pressed the lever down slowly. Precisely. There was no hurry in it. There was no impatience that to derail with each task. He could never bring this kind of focus into other parts of his life, except for working on a bike or car. If Jack could do that, he would be forever grateful as well as in love and lust with the man.
The toast was done and being plated just as Jack walked up behind him and kissed his neck.
“It looks good baby. Now let’s sit and we will go over the rules for going out today.”
“Yes, sir.”
After Rebel started to pull his chair out Jack said, “No,” then sat in his chair and pointed to the floor. “Kneel here by me. No chairs today.”