Balls and Chains, Page 2

  “Fuck.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “Thanks, Harley. We owe you a lot.”

  “Ya fooking do, but it’d do me good to ’ave company.” He stood. “Especially yer sexy arse.” He smiled. “I’ll get ya a blanket and pillow.”

  “Thanks.” I let the ass comment go. Harley was a known flirt like my MC brother Romeo. They were both notorious for it. I knew Romeo would go through with it. Harley, I wasn’t too sure about. Besides, I had to focus on the war. I stuck my sack under the cot. It creaked as I sat on it. Well, I’d have to be real careful when I took my hand to my dick on this thing. I’d hate to get caught by the peacekeepers because I reached orgasm.

  Harley trudged back down the stairs. I noticed he was a foot shorter than me as he handed me a stitched blanket in a multitude of colors and a thin pillow.

  “Thanks.” My voice was husky. I cleared my throat. “I’ll start everything tomorrow.”

  “Aye. Night, t’en.” He walked toward the stairs.

  My gaze drifted down his backside. It stayed there as he climbed the stairs. I sighed when the latch closed. Silence, again. I lay back on the cot, staring up at the floorboards, thinking about Harley’s very fine ass.

  Chapter Two

  It didn’t take long for the sound upstairs to quiet down. My hands were behind my head as I lay there. There was no way I was going sleep. I was too busy thinking about the program for tomorrow and the ginger man. I really should have pumped one out on the walk over here. Eh, it was quiet. I had time. I leaned over the bed, jewels jangling as I opened the sack. I took out my whip then shuffled so I could pull my jeans down my body. I kicked them, crumpled, to the bottom of the bed. My dick was only semi-hard. It plopped onto my torso as I lay back. The whip was solid in my hand. The handle was surprisingly light, smooth, and black while the lash itself was only a few feet long and crimson red. I unraveled it, my body growing as I heard the familiar snap of the toy. I slid the lash along my torso, teasing almost. I hitched my head higher on the pillow so I could stare down. My dick was thickening faster as I slid the handle down my hip. I snapped it to the right of me and heard the familiar crack. It made me smile. Then I took the lash and slid it under my dick. I took caution so it wouldn’t catch on my piercings. I had two in the foreskin on either side of my dick. They were simple and round with a jewel hanging off each. Today I had black matching gems no bigger than my nail, but I liked the decoration.

  I also had my nipples pierced, again, simple round rings. My ears each had a black stud. I liked the look. Like they were adorning my body.

  I took the lash and wrapped it around my shaft, just tight enough to feel my dick swelling underneath. I pressed the handle against my balls, jabbing at them. When my dick was fully erect, I wrapped more of the lash around my thick shaft, creating a crisscross of red against my tan skin. Beautiful. I let the handle of the whip rest against my stomach. This is what I loved about it, the versatility. It wasn’t just about giving pain but also about pleasure. I swirled my thumb over my cockhead. Taking a moment to give each piercing a tug, I shifted my foreskin down to reveal my head. It was pinkish. There was the slightest drop of cloudy jizz at my piss slit. I spread it over my tip, inhaling sharply. That spike of pleasure had been really good. I tugged on the handle of the whip, each strand tightening until it felt like there were strong hands wrapped around me.

  I missed kissing. Right now, I wanted to stick my tongue in someone’s mouth until we were breathless. Alone I could only imagine it and that left a lot of the satisfaction out. Still. I had a busy day tomorrow. Right now was my time to satisfy this hunger.

  I tugged on the handle, tightening the grip and cupped my balls. I rolled the sacs between my fingers as I kept pulling the whip. Little pulses that kept the hunger sharp. I bent my knees, moving the whip harder until the sting began to flare. Unlike most men, pain didn’t make me softer. Quite the opposite. Giving and receiving the proper amount of pain enhanced my pleasure to an unbelievable intensity. I slowly unleashed the whip, seeing the faint red marks climbing my shaft then I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked. I knew I wouldn’t last long. The foreplay was done. It was time for the big finish. My breath began to hitch as I fondled myself. I sat up, swung my legs over, and pumped again. I shoved the handle of the whip at my balls, pushing them, stroking them as I pumped my shaft. The tender flesh was sore which just added to my fervor.

  Then that beautiful climax struck. I gasped, my hand contracted on my dick and the whip. Cum shot from my hole like a sandstorm. Fat blobs splattered on the floor. My toes were curled and my lungs were burning as I held my breath. Then that peak began to fade and I inhaled sharply, filling my lungs. I was smiling as I sat there in the dull light and complete silence. I tucked my whip under the blanket and cleaned up my dick and the floor with my old shirt. Maybe now I could get some rest. I snuggled into the cozy cot and quickly fell asleep.

  I woke before the sun. The only reason I knew it was morning was because I was working on the holographic computer. I’d hooked a new one to Harley’s store wires. This would use his radio waves. I was sitting at the table in my jeans, bracelets dangling as I used the touch screen projected in the air. I hadn’t put a new shirt on, enjoying the cool air on my hot skin. I even had my boots off because my socks would be quieter on the floor. So far, I’d made the connection. I still had to write the encryption program that would let me branch out and read other radio waves without anyone noticing. Then I’d have to pinpoint which waves to ride in order to get the government information. And that required constant monitoring. I rubbed a hand through my black hair. It was tangled now that I was growing it longer and one of my rings got stuck. I freed it then went back to the encryption program. I actually had several rings on. My right hand the three middle fingers were decorated and on my left it was the thumb and pinky ring. Each held a purpose, a memory, a device for my hardcore play. I rubbed the thumb one fondly.

  Soft footsteps sounded above.

  Harley must be up. I grabbed my shirt, covered up my nipple rings and tattoos then moved to the stairs. As soon as I started to climb, the fragrant smell of tea wafted through the floor. Tea was less expensive than coffee. It also came in a variety of flavors with that boost of caffeine that made the day seem less disastrous. I eased the latch up, glancing around. It was early morning so the shop was still closed. I closed the basement entrance and made my way up the stairs to the second level. The delicious smells just got stronger. I was at the top of the steps and the room opened up.

  This was Harley’s place. Not big but cozy. There were three windows packed on each wall. Beside the stairs was a half wall, which showed Harley’s bed and mussed sheets. His clothes were in a pile on the plain brown floor. There was a kitchen area and small round table lining the other wall. In the center were two couches and a short table between them. Then there was Harley. To say I didn’t grow in my pants seeing him was a lie. Harley’s ginger hair was a wild mess on his head. He wasn’t facing me so I got to watch his broad, pale back with a splatter of freckles on his shoulders. He had lean muscle that flexed and bunched as he moved from one counter to another. Harley was also wearing a plain white towel wrapped around his hips. It hugged his curvy ass. The cloth reached mid-thigh so I could see his thick thighs and long legs with light red hair. His feet were bare too, large, which made me smile. Harley abruptly turned around and jerked at the sight of me. He had two plates in his hand piled with food. “Fook, sorry.” He placed the plates on the round table. “’ave to get used to company.” He touched the towel almost self-consciously.

  “Don’t get dressed on my account.” I walked to the table, making sure to avoid the one holographic shade that was open, even though it only faced the construction site.

  “Yer sure?”

  “Yeah.” I sat. “I like my men naked.” I winked at him.

  Harley smiled, easy going and friendly then sat across from me. “Ya need some ’elp down t’ere?”

  I picked up the flatbread wi
th fresh vegetables on it. At least they tasted fresh. It crunched as I sunk my teeth into it. “Not yet. It’s just program at the moment.” I took another bite.

  “Aye. ’ow long you ’ere for?”

  “It’ll take a couple of weeks, maybe longer, because I have to monitor from here.”

  Harley frowned. I wasn’t sure what the look was for.

  “When are you opening up the store?”

  “’our or so.”

  “Good. Try to keep things normal.”

  Harley scoffed. “Fooking ’ard to do wit’ you ’ere.”

  I lifted an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

  “Not’ing,” he muttered, taking a bite of his breakfast.

  What the hell was this about? I thought the club was square with Harley. “If there’s an issue, tell me. I don’t want any contention between us.”

  Harley shook his head. “I’m just a bloody crank before I ’ave me tea.” He moved back toward the counter, setting up his drink.

  It sounded like more than that. I had to know if Harley would be a problem. I didn’t think so. The man had been helping us for years. Why was he suddenly turning? He was always the friendly guy, quick to make a joke and give you the clothes off his back. I finished my meal in two bites so by the time he turned around my plate was empty. “You’re sure it’s okay I’m here?”

  “Aye.” He sounded firm then sipped his mug.

  “I’m going to be working in the basement. If you see anything suspicious just let me know.”

  Harley nodded, sitting down and taking another drink.

  I made my way back down the stairs, glancing back to see him focusing on his plate of food. What the hell was that about? I was in the basement when I sat before the holographic computer. I had enough of the program to talk to Outlaw. The holographic touch screen lit up as I typed in his coordinates. “Outlaw?”

  “Hey, brother.” It was Romeo who answered. He was our patch member that was caught with another man. To keep him alive we sent him to the Underground MC where he managed to snag the president. Lucky prick. “You made it okay?”

  “In one piece.”

  “Outlaw there?”

  “Front lines. Gotta problem?” His relaxed tone changed.

  “Nah, just a question. We’re good with Harley right?”

  “Of course.” Romeo scoffed. “He’s been giving us guns for years. Why? Issue?”

  I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “Not really. It’s just he doesn’t seem too happy that I’m here. Maybe the peacekeepers are riding him.”

  Romeo chuckled.

  “What?”

  “Speaking of riding.” He started laughing full out.

  Either he was getting his toes sucked or I missed some joke. “Romeo!” I used my stern tone. The same one when a sub was misbehaving.

  Romeo’s laugh faded off. “Brother, he wants to ride you.”

  “Who?”

  “Harley, dumbass. You really didn’t know Harley’s has been hungry for you?”

  It was my turn to snort. “Bullshit.” I would have known.

  “Brother, that man has been trying to get your attention for years and you’ve always blown him off. Now he’s stuck in the same house with you. I’d be pissed too.”

  I hadn’t blown him off. Had I? No, I would have noticed his attention but there was nothing to notice. “Are you messing with me?”

  Romeo chuckled. “Go get laid!” He yelled it then cut the transmission.

  I sat back more confused than I was before. Harley was attracted to me? If Romeo was lying, I swear I was going to shove a cock cage on him and throw away the key. Eh, I’d deal with that stuff later. I settled closer to the table and started on the program again. Pushing thoughts of sex, Harley, his accent, his ass...okay so I couldn’t quite push him out of my mind. I tried and eventually I became entranced with coding.

  I don’t know how long I was working. Once I started, everything around me always fell away. It was like a trance. My mind zeroed in on the technology. I was scanning with my eyes as I tapped numbers and letters on the screen. My elbows were on the table and I sat on the edge of the seat. I didn’t even realize I had an audience until I finished. I sat back smiling and saw Harley sitting on the stairs. “Hey.” Romeo’s words echoed in my head. “Sorry, were you there long? I tend to get all extreme when I code.”

  “Aye. ‘Twas a beauty to watch.” Harley smiled. His mood seemed a little more chipper.

  “Yeah.” I glanced away, tucking my shirt over the crotch of my pants. Damn Romeo. Now I kept thinking with my dick when Harley was around. “Something wrong?”

  “’

  aven’t ’eard from ya all day.” He stood. “Brought ya some t’ings.” He picked up the pile that was sitting next to him and walked to the bed.

  I watched as he placed another thin pillow on mine and a folded blanket at the foot of the bed. Then he fluffed the wrinkled blanket and froze. I knew the moment he saw the whip. I had forgotten to put it away. It was like a fucking security blanket. That alone should have been disturbing.

  Harley ever so gently touched his fingertips to the handle and slid them down the smooth leather.

  It made my dick harden and my spine straighten. “I’m not like normal men, Harley. I have kinks most men don’t even dream of,” I said then stood. I stopped beside him, took the whip from the bed, and rolled up the lash.

  “I know t’at.” He was staring at me, those green eyes intense the closer I came.

  Damn Romeo. Now all I could think about was the truth, Harley, submission, the pleasure and pain of it all. “Do you?”

  “Aye.” He whispered the word.

  There was this thick tension in the air as we stood staring at each other, the whip still in my hand. He swallowed loud enough to hear.

  “I...I want to be knowing a lot more about ya, W’ip.”

  I lifted a dark eyebrow.

  “Fer some time now.” Harley took a step forward and planted his lips on mine.

  Well, that was...unexpected. I returned the pressure, opening my lips, I slid my tongue over the seam of his mouth. He parted and let me in. I was expecting a bit of a duel for control, but Harley let me take control. My dominant side reared up and I grabbed his hands. Our lips were rough. Some stubble on both of us made me very aware of his equipment. I could do a woman once in a while, but it was always a submissive man that got my dick hard enough to bend metal. Our kiss became more intense. I grabbed his upper arms, squeezing as our saliva blended. Our tongues were wild, caressing each other, lips, teeth. I stuck mine further in, forcing him to accept or gag. He opened wider, his muscles softening against me. Finally, I pulled away, staring into his green eyes. “That’s why you were mad I was staying? You wanted me and weeks beside me without having me would make any guy a might bit touchy.”

  Harley licked his shiny lips and grinned. The slight blush made the freckles on his cheeks stand out more. “Aye.”

  “But I’m not like other men.” There was a sadness in my tone. Sometimes I wish I could be like other guys—normal, average. But I couldn’t survive on a vanilla relationship. The pain was part of who I was.

  He opened his lips to speak but at that precise moment, the holograph computer beeped.

  I jerked out of my sexual reverie and pulled away from him. I sat in the seat, scanning the screen left to right.

  Harley cleared his throat. “T’e program?”

  I nodded. “It’s all set. Now I can branch out from here without being detected.” I smiled, feeling the tightness of my lips from our kiss. I really kissed the ginger. It still surprised me that Harley was sexually interested in me all these years.

  “Yer done fer today?” He stood near the stairs, looking awkward.

  If he only knew the thoughts going through my head. “I have to wait for the program to pinpoint the government’s radio waves. That’ll take a few hours.”

  “Good ’cause I made ya dinner.”

  It was evening a
lready? My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, which made Harley chuckle. “Okay. Feed me.” I winked. Yeah, I stared at his ass the whole way up the stairs. Come on, I’m a horny guy who just found out this sexy man wanted to be my sub. He was just lucky I didn’t bring the whip to dinner.

  Chapter Three

  Dinner was a protein bar with a side of cooked oats. Hey, there was only so much we could grow up here. We ate in silence. I think it was a combination of awkwardness and anticipation. I finished my protein bar and gave the oats a few bites. I glanced at Harley, who was just pushing food around. “I want to kiss you again.”

  He froze with a few oats piled up on the side of the plate. “Aye?”

  “Definitely.”

  He grinned, those freckles standing out.

  “But, you should know what you’re getting into.” My lifestyle was for the adventurous and brave.

  “T’e W’ip?”

  “It’s more than just the whip. Harley, I play with things that may be too much for you to handle.” I had this urge to grab his hand, walk him downstairs, and open up my sack. That way he knew exactly what he was getting into. At the same time, I didn’t want to scare him away.

  “I’ve wanted ya in me arse fer a long time.” He looked at the ground. “Never t’e time or t’e place.”

  “And now we’re stuck together for a few weeks.”

  “Aye.” He looked at me. “T’e world is going to shite real quick. At least wit’ you ’ere it’d be memorable.”

  I stood and held out my hand. He took it. Our palms were nearly the same size. I tugged until we were only inches apart. Then I slid my free hand into his hair, grabbing the longer strands and pulling so his head angled back. I opened my mouth and latched onto his neck. Harley hissed out a breath. I sucked at his skin, my tongue stroking. Harley tasted like fresh water and a hint of salt. He groaned. I scraped my teeth along his skin and eased my grip. “I like giving pain.” I nipped at his lower lip harder than I should have, but fuck, I had to know if Harley could handle me. Harley gasped. He was right. The world was engaged in a battle that could take my life any moment. Knowing that, I wanted someone to share my last moments with. I placed my forehead on his. “Harley, will you let me hurt you?”