Chapter 18
As Jack went over the rules he could tell Rebel had questions but to his credit he stayed quiet until Jack was finished. “Now baby I don’t want you out of my sight for a while, not because I don’t trust you but for one you are injured and for another you have had an emotional break that has most likely left you drained but still on edge and it’s very likely it could happen again. You will wear the ring and plug all day until we pick up your new chastity belt. Only I can touch them and only I can take them off or out. We are going to visit some friends of mine after work but while we are at the station, you will be quiet and contemplate your role as my submissive. Nothing else. Not about your past or family or old friends. Just you and me.”
Jack fed Rebel a piece of toast and another sip of juice. He didn’t let Rebel have any coffee, figuring the caffeine would not be good for his mindset. He wanted Rebel relaxed but in anticipation.
“When we are done at my friend’s house we are going into the city to a little store I know of and get you that chastity device I was telling you about. It’ll be a little easier for you to wear than the two separate things. The rest of the weekend you don’t speak or act without me telling you. Is all of this alright?”
Rebel’s eyes were unsure but he said, “It sounds fine. I want to make you happy.”
Jack brought Rebel up to sit on his lap before he said, “My being happy will make you happy. I promise baby, I will do everything I can to make you happy.”
“You already do.”
Jack brought Rebel into work with him and could tell that Rebel was unsure of how this was going to work. There was no way he was going to reassure him, though, he wanted the tension to build to see how his boy would handle it. It wouldn’t be easy with the plug inside of him and the ring on but he was sure Rebel could not only handle it but it would also help him focus.
Inside the station Patsy was eating a cheese danish and looked up at Jack and Rebel when they walked through the door. “Sheriff.”
“Patsy, this is Rebel. He’ll be helping me in my office today with some backed up paperwork and research on the computer. I don’t want to be disturbed unless it is important and in that case buzz me and I’ll come out here,” Jack said this all clearly and slowly like he was speaking to a child and Patsy just nodded as she chewed the danish.
“Sure thing.”
Nodding to Rebel he headed to his office and once they were inside he closed and locked the door then turned to Rebel and said, “I wasn’t lying, I will be working today. I’ve gotten a little behind on some things with the recent bullshit with the break ins and…,” he closed in on Rebel kissing him tenderly, “thinking about all the things we’ve done and the things I want to do with you.”
Rebel’s cheeks reddened but he didn’t speak. Jack kissed him again and hugged him close, running his hands down his back. “I want you kneeling beside me while I work at my desk. As you kneel there I want you to clear your mind of everything but me and the things I want from you. Your love and submission. Can you do that for me baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Master.” Jack corrected then continued. “For the weekend and maybe longer call me Master. As you say it, feel it. Know it. Know that you belong to me and I’m the man you serve willingly and happily.”
Rebel’s eyes moved up into his and he nodded. “Yes Master.”
“Good boy.” Rebel waited until Jack sat behind his desk, shifted from one foot to the other, then slowly knelt down next to the chair. Jack held back his smile but squeezed his shoulder gently. He got to work, which wasn’t easy with his boy next to him. Every once in a while he would see Rebel chewing his lip or gazing around the room. He knew Rebel was bored but he needed him to find for himself that headspace.
A few hours later he looked down to see a tear escape Rebel’s eye. He held back the impulse to ask what was wrong or take him in his arms. Rebel was there, rolling things around in his mind, figuring out what was important to him. Not long after the tear fell and dried on Rebel’s shirt, his head was on Jack’s thigh.
As Jack worked he would run his fingers through Rebel’s hair periodically, caress his face or rub his shoulder but he didn’t speak to Rebel through it all. He let Rebel get into his headspace and his boy was doing a great job. The few times he had to leave the office Rebel stayed where he was until he asked Jack in a quiet and respectful way if he could use the restroom and Jack took him and waited until Rebel was finished and washing his hands to go behind him and kiss his neck.
They both looked into the mirror and Rebel smiled. Jack rubbed his shoulders and said, “We look good together.”
“Yes sir…I mean yeah we do Master.” Jack turned him around and kissed him, licking over his lips until Rebel opened his mouth. They kissed long and slow but when Jack felt his cock filling he pulled back groaning.
“We need to stop this for now.”
Rebel smiled and nodded then they left the restroom, Rebel following closely behind Jack. Patsy watched them and Jack felt her eyes until he shut the door behind them. Not that he cared but he was sure the story would be out before the day was over. When he was finished up for the day he told Rebel to go and wait for him in the cruiser then went to Patsy’s desk, leaned over it and said, “Call Dennis. He knows he is on call for the weekend. Just make sure he knows I’m off duty for the next couple of days but tell him I’m never completely off duty. I’m not going to be drinking or anything so if he needs me not to hesitate to call.”
“Sure Sheriff, no problem.” She smiled knowingly then and asked, “You get all your paperwork done?”
His eyebrow raised and he said, “Yeah. See you Monday.”
“Monday.”
He drove to Lynn’s house quietly but touched Rebel on occasion to let his boy know he was not being quiet to ignore him. A squeeze of the thigh, a caress to the cheek or a kiss to the knuckles all made Rebel moan or smile. He’d never seen Rebel more relaxed or focused. He was in subspace and Jack felt warm whenever he looked at him. This was what he thought Rebel needed and he was more than relieved that he had been right. A perfect sub, made for it, born for it and now Rebel was all his.
They pulled up to the townhome and Jack got out then rounded the car to open the door for Rebel who’d been waiting patiently. He took Rebel’s hand and walked him to the door and the closer they got the harder Rebel squeezed his hand. Stopping just a couple feet from the door Jack turned to him and embraced him, nuzzling his face into Rebel’s neck. “Don’t be afraid baby. They are going to like you. They are like us even if they are heteros.”
Rebel laughed a quiet little laugh and Jack kissed him sweetly. “I love you Rebel. Forever and completely.”
Rebel’s eyes watered then and he closed them. “I love you too.”
“Good.”
Knocking, he held Rebel’s hand tight, not just for reassurance but so he didn’t have the chance to run and once Mike opened the door Jack smiled wide. Mike was wearing his collar as usual but he had on a V-neck sweater that showed it off nicely.
“Master Jack welcome, Princess has been expecting you.”
Rebel was taken aback at the size of the man at the door and Jack pulled him in once Mike stood to the side. “Mike it’s good to see you. This is my sub Rebel. Rebel this is Mike. He is a sub too.”
Mike’s bright eyes smiled as he stuck out his hand to Rebel. “Good to meet you!”
Looking like he couldn’t believe this huge man was a sub he smiled slightly and said, “You too.”
“Well come in please! Princess is in her study finishing up some work but she wanted me to get her the minute you got here. Go into the living room and have a seat and I’ll be right back with her.”
“Thank you Mike,” Jack said before taking Rebel’s hand again and led him into the homey living room. There were plants everywhere, all in perfect condition, thriving from the care of the amateur botanist Lynn. There were shelves of books, couch, and chairs but there were also flat cushions on the floor. Jack sat in one of the chairs and pointed to a cushion next to it. “Kneel here baby.”
For a moment Rebel looked like he was going to protest and Jack shook his head once. “It’s alright. I told you, they live the lifestyle like us, or at least like we will be.”
He still looked less than convinced but he did it, kneeling on the cushion, then shifting a little, then more until Jack sat and laid his hand on Rebel’s shoulder, massaging a bit. “Relax baby, we are among friends.”
“You sure are!” Lynn walked in with Mike at her heels and Jack stood to kiss her cheek. She looked at Rebel who had stood when Jack had and said, “This is Rebel. What a sweetheart.” She hugged him, patting his back then letting him go and heading over to the chair next to Jack’s. They sat and Mike knelt next to Lynn’s chair as Rebel knelt back on his cushion. “Welcome Rebel.”
“He’s having a weekend of deep submission but we started preparing a little early. He’s been with me all day and he’s done very well.”
Jack noticed that Rebel straightened a bit at the praise, still not used to it but obviously happy with it. Lynn noticed it too and said, “I can see that. He looks quite content but why wouldn’t he? He’s got an outstanding Dom.”
Rebel smiled at this and Jack said, “Thank you Lynn but it takes a great sub to make a decent Dom. You’ve said that yourself.”
Lynn pointed at him and laughed, “My words come home to roost. It is true; it is the combination, the partnership that makes the life work. You both seem to complement each other nicely.”
Jack squeezed Rebel’s shoulder. Rebel moved into the touch and Jack smiled. “We do.”
After she winked at Jack she said, “Let’s go into the other room and talk a bit and let these two get to know each other.”
Nodding at Lynn, Jack turned to Rebel and said, “Rebel I’ll be right in the other room if you need me. Mike is a really great guy and I’m sure you will feel comfortable with him while I’m gone.”
Closing his eyes Rebel nodded and swallowed. “Yes…Master.”
oooOooo
After Jack left Rebel kept his eyes closed until Mike said, “Hey I know this is weird for you.”
He opened his eyes and tilted his head. “You are really her sub? Isn’t that…shit I don’t want to offend you or something.”
Laughing Mike shook his head. “You are not the first and you won’t be the last to wonder how someone like me could be submissive to her. People in the lifestyle don’t question it, but others who are either told or figure it out laugh or think I’m a huge *. You know getting his ass spanked by a little woman like that.”
Rebel kept his laughter back but couldn’t contain his smile and said, “Sorry, I’m not laughing at that just the way you describe it.”
Mike joined him in smiling and he started laughing. “It is funny from the outside, but if they felt the way that little thing spanks they would never wonder how she keeps a giant like me in line!”
Rebel laughed hard then. He felt the rest of the tension leave his shoulders and he leaned against the chair. Finally, he stopped smiling and looked down to the cushion as he ran his finger over it. “I don’t know, I mean Jack is great…the greatest person I could ever hope to be with but I don’t know. I mean he deserves someone better. I’m fucked up.”
Mike reached over and grabbed his hand and waited until Rebel looked up at him before he said, “Lynn was walking down the street one day. She was actually coming from a club…a BDSM club. It was a cold night, too cold to even snow you know and she tripped over something. Me.”
“She cussed up a storm, loud and pissed off and even through my stupor I sat up straight against the wall I was sleeping against and looked up into her eyes and I knew. She was my angel. Then she slapped me. I mean she hauled off and slapped me good and hard right across the face. I couldn’t believe it. This little chick and she hit me. Then she told me to get up off of my drunken stupid ass and get into her car before I froze to death.” He smiled wide at the memory and then, “She told me that she refused to have that on her conscience after the fucked up night she’d already had.”
There was a resounding quiet in the room and finally Rebel asked, “What…I mean why were you homeless?”
Mike looked him in the eye and said, “Because I was lost. Because I thought drugs and alcohol were the only way I could make myself feel something. I had been a wild kid and just got wilder when I grew up. Never kept a steady job, always partying, screwing around with different women every night, and finally nothing felt good anymore. Sex, drugs, women, they were all as dull as brown paint. But I couldn’t stop then. Well not the drugs anyway and I started robbing for them. The night she found me, I had just gotten out of jail and had no place to go. I beat the fuck out of a guy I knew who had some pills and took them.
“Well she took me home, made me take a shower, fed me. She sat me down and told me that there were ways of making me feel again. That she could help me.”
“She helped you by becoming your Master or whatever?”
Laughing Mike said, “Mistress is the usual term for a woman dominant but she is unique. She likes being called my Princess and yeah she helped me a lot.”
oooOooo
Hearing the laughter from the other room was like music to him and it made him almost giddy until Lynn pulled him by the arm farther into the house until they were out of earshot of the their subs. “Come on Jack, let them talk!”
He laughed as he took the glass of lemonade she handed him then sat at the kitchen table and looked up at her with his cheeks hurting from the smile on his face. “I knew talking to Mike was a good idea.”
Lynn sat across from him and nodded. “He knows how it is to be at a low point and have someone help him up. If anything, he can help Rebel not fear being a sub. The new ones always think that what they are feeling is wrong. The big bad woody they are sporting while they are getting their asses whipped is shameful or whatever bullshit they learned growing up.”
“Ha, well that’s true. Even Martin had to read everything he could on the subject to make sure that he wasn’t some freak.”
She lifted her glass, “Well here’s to we freaks! I wouldn’t live vanilla if you paid me!”
They enjoyed their time separately but when Jack and Lynn rejoined their boys Rebel’s smile matched his own. He took the kiss Rebel gave him and breathed in his sub’s sweet scent before he pulled back.
“All right you two, if you need a room I have a couple you could use,” Lynn commented dryly.
“No thanks my friend, we have a couple of our own. That is where we are headed right after a stop at Zelda’s.”
Lynn’s eyebrows shot up just a little higher than Mike’s did. Lynn chuckled. “Does Zelda know you are coming?”
Jack just winked at her and stood along with both of them and finally Rebel, taking hugs from Mike and Lynn then taking Rebel’s hand as Rebel said to their hosts, “Thank you for having me.”
“Our pleasure. I hope you both will be back soon.”
Rebel wanted to question him about Zelda’s but he didn’t. He sat there quietly and it made Jack smile. “Zelda’s is a little out of the way shop. Zelda, AKA Ralph, is a genius with metal and leather. He can make anything. He made the chastity device I wanted using your measurements.”
Rebel stared at him but he didn’t meet his eyes. Finally Rebel said, “How did he know my measurements?”
Jack shrugged one shoulder. “My mom was a seamstress on the side and she made me help her from time to time so I learned to eyeball a person pretty well. Then she wondered why I turned gay,” Jack said with a wink.
Rebel laughed with him. “Oh well my mom scared me out of ever wanting women.”
Jack turned his head so fast it made his neck hurt but he didn’t see darkness in his lover’s eyes. There was only humor there and he laughed aloud. “I can see how that would happen!”
They got to Zelda’s shop, a tiny place off a row of occult bookstores and herbal shops and Jack led Rebel inside. The store didn’t look like a store. There were tables everywhere, all covered with bolts of leather in every color imaginable, others with metal next to buffer or grinder wheels and in the back were closets with no doors, full of leather goods and clothes made of metal. Jack took Rebel’s hand and led him to one of the back tables where a tall thin man bent low over a table cutting a thick piece of leather with what looked like a scalpel.
“Ralph.”
The man looked up and seemed surprised. “Jack! Shit I didn’t hear you come in.”
He stood and shook hands with Jack. “I keep telling you to get a damn bell for the door.”
“What fun is that? It would kill the surprise.” He looked over Rebel and smiled making Jack stick out his chest a little farther in pride. Ralph wasn’t known to like many men’s looks. He may not be the most handsome gay man in St. Martin with his never combed dirty blonde hair and pock marked face but he got the hottest guys scrambling for him if for no other reason than to get to be models for his fabulous leather creations. “This is your new boy toy? Very nice.”
Jack put his hand possessively on Rebel’s lower back and said, “No this is my lover and submissive and before you ask he is not a model so no he won’t pose for you.”
“Damn it,” he joked, “Your belt is there in the third drawer. Be careful with it. It’s some of my best work.”
Jack chuckled, “You say that about all of your stuff.”
He went to the drawer and opened it, then stood back a step. It was not only perfect it was breathtaking. He’d done it in silver and it gleamed like moonlight glinting off of a calm lake. He pulled it out as if it was made of glass instead of metal and turned it over in his hand. It looked like a metal pair of stylish underwear. The front was V shaped that would lie over his lower abdomen and below it was the cock cage. The sides were made of sleek thin chains that could be adjusted to fit snug or loose. The back was thong-like; a simple chain that connected to a silver ring with a hinge where a plug could be locked in place and would be held perfectly. There was also a lock on one side of the chain that connected to one side of the V and was held by his narrow hips, the key hanging from it on another chain that Jack could wear around his neck.
He turned around to see Rebel waiting to see. He wagged his finger to call him over and showed it to Rebel. “When we get home this is going on you and you’ll wear it all weekend.”
His eyes wide Rebel said, “Yes Master.”