Breakdown (23 page)

I shivered, for a moment pressing the blade down close to the corner of his lip, almost extending that smile out, not stopping with the blade until he really hurt, all because...

Don’t...

“Ah, Mart?”

I hadn’t cut, but the razor was one step away from breaking skin. Giving a grunt, I drew the blade away and quickly pressed it against the base of my own cock, not exactly wincing pain when it sliced skin.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, closing my eyes, Dave’s muffled shuffling on the chair brought me back down as Mase tried to shift his head, distracted by the noise.

“What?” he mumbled,

“Just a few of the boys out back,” I said quietly, shivering away the thrill of the cut and watching Dave’s struggles.

“Can they... will they see?”

I smiled down at Mase. “Nah. Just those who need to see, baby. You, me, and the heavenly... father.”

“Hm.” Mase shifted slightly, kissing at the tip of my cock. Keeping a grip in his hair, I pulled him back a touch, then ran my tip against his jaw, making sure I brushed his lips, leaving them slightly damp and glistening in the candlelight. The razor was flat against my cock, length against length, promising to cut me badly if I played one wrong touch down myself. But knife-play... I fucking loved knife-play. “C’mon.” That grip at his hair pulled him up, and giving a wry smile over to Dave, I took Mase over to the motorbike I’d seen earlier.

Making sure his hands found the seat, I let him feel and groan his way along the motorbike before saying, “Climb on. Ride it for me.”

“Like this?” He cocked a leg over, and gripping onto one handlebar, climbed on the Kawasaki like a pro. His dick and balls found the leather, and he groaned, fucking into it as he gripped the handlebars.

“Oh yeah, just like that.” The motorbike gave Dave a gorgeous view of Mase’s long, toned side, and how his ass kept riding the leather set he sat on it. I stroked along the tanned smoothness, loving the offering, how his body was heating up with sweat running his back. His ass was slightly damp, and I traced the soft curve, satisfied with how he kept still now, feet flat on the rests, ass inches off the seat and waiting for a deeper touch.

“Looking good there, Mase.”

Head to chest, Mase was trying to control his breathing as he sat there on the Harley. Each time I stroked his cheek, he’d inch his ass back, asking for a fingering...

Jack... he had sex in the comfort of his home for a reason. He could make sure guys like Jeff showered first, were completely clean inside and out. I wasn’t such a pussy, although it was obvious that Mase had prepped himself for fun with someone tonight. Gently teasing around his hole, I pushed one in, forcing him to clench, then relax his ass.

“Christ, yes. More, please.”

As I worked into him, he took two more, writhing and riding me until he cried stop.

“Stop?” I kissed at his shoulder and did just that, then I reached under and grabbed at his cock, pulling it down, back.

“Fuck me.” Mase rode it, fucking into my hand, and I finished each one by rubbing the exposed head against the leather.

“Yeah, show me how you’d ride me, baby,” I said, licking at his back and tasting the sweat. my other hand dug into his hip, almost pushing him up with how the barber’s razor was caught between us.

“Oh Christ, Jack. Oh Christ.”

Letting his cock go, I smacked his ass hard enough to have him arch back and stand with a cry.

“S’not my name, boy.”

“Suh-sorry.”

“You will be.”

Leaving him there, I went over to a tool box and pulled out a few things: two small chains with padlocks, some thin wire, and four tiny metal clips. I made sure the clips were clean, washing and wiping them three times, then stopping myself at a fourth. Fuck. I wasn’t a fuck-up. Not exactly convinced every ounce of fucked-up filth could be removed, I went back over to Mase. Placing everything except the two chains and matching padlocks behind Mase, I winked over at Dave. He’d gone red in the face, and sweat dripped from his hairline down over his cheek, all to run onto his abs. He looked good. Fuckable, at least. The general need to get free and rip a few heads off was good to see. Damn good.

Mase jumped a touch as I ran a finger down his arm, but a shush had him at ease again. “Will you trust me enough to tie you up and fuck you?”

“On this motorbike?”

“On this motorbike.”

He bit at his lip. “Fuck yes. Please.”

I looked over at Dave. “Because I don’t force any guy to do what he doesn’t want. If you want to get dressed and leave at any time, you can. You let me know you want to stop by saying... what?”

“Stop.”

“Good.” I started wrapping the chain around his wrist, then around the handle of the bar. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No... for fuck’s sake no. Want it.”

The padlock made sure he kept his one hand on the handlebar; the other did the same, making sure his arms would stay out wide, enjoying the ride. He was back riding the leather, groaning and writhing, fucking the seat and loving the leather against his cock as I headed on around the back. Taking hold of the wire, I hooked it over the backrest to the Harley, making two long and equal lengths. Then picking up one clip, I threaded the wire through a small hole and tied it onto the wire, then did the same with the other. It allowed the smooth teeth of the clips to open, but for one purpose only.

“Keeping your feet flat on the Kawasaki footrests, get your ass up off the seat. Push it back to me. That’s it. Now keep very still.”

Mase did as he was told, and for a moment I enjoyed running a hand over that smooth ass again. Mase groaned, showing a little impatience, and a flick at his balls made sure he kept still as I reached down and grabbed his dick again. Pulling it like a tail underneath him, I pinched foreskin between thumb and finger and watched Mase for a minute before I quickly pegged one clip, then the other to the foreskin. Mase cried out as I let go, his dick trying to find its rightful place but clipped back under him with foreskin stretched.

“Shush,” I whispered, rubbing his balls and kissing at his back. It took him a while to settle as he made these half cooing, half protesting noises, whilst at the same trying to keep still, but also bump and grind to ease the pull on his dick. He looked as good as his dad, stressed in pain, but taking it. The wire tied his tail between his legs, but also allowed for high strung tension in the wire itself. In fact, gently pluck at it—

“Fuh—Jack. Oh my fucking God.”

And Mase made beautiful music.

I chuckled, couldn’t help it really. Despite the cries, every inch of sweat and writhing muscle said he was fucking loving this. Couldn’t say the same about his old man; he wasn’t moving at all now, eyes purely wide, just pinpricks, lids barely even blinking. Good. I didn’t really want him to miss the next bit.

Over by the compressor slept an air line. A lovely long piece of tubing that, when connected to the compressor, was damn helpful for undoing those stubborn nuts. After unhooking it from the machine, I made a loop in one section and let the rest trail behind as I stopped by Mase. Loving how sweet that fucking tanned ass looked, I bit into it with the hose, hitting him squarely on both cheeks.

Mase instantly cried out, rearing up, pulling his ass forward, and making him cry more when the clips pulled on his dick.

“Fuckfuckfuck—”

“Keep still,” I said quietly, giving a rub at his balls and turning his cries and whimpers to soft cooing. “You shift your ass, it will pull the clips pegging your cock, and it’ll make you damn sore in the morning.”

“Want it sore,” snarled Mase, although he ended it with a soft sob. “Want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make it hurt.”

I hit him with the air hose again, this time catching his back and making him arch down into the motorbike.

“Maybe,” I offered quietly. “I’m taking this air hose back over to the unit. I want to see your ass moving constantly. I want to hear you crying as the tension pulls on your dick.”

Mase was already moving, trying to bump and grind a little but groaning in pain each time. His cock wasn’t as hard, but that happened. He’d soon get back into the swing of things. For now...

I took the hose back, making sure it went in the same, then looked over at Dave. With Mase’s grunts and groans filling the shop floor, I went over and straddled Dave, resting my arms on his shoulders and taking the weight off my feet for a moment.

“How you doing over here?” I whispered in his ear. “Can I get you a coffee? A paper? I’ll be finished with your boy soon enough. You okay with the wait?”

He mumbled, struggled, tried to shake me off, and I tutted, patting at his cheek. “Service with a smile, and all that bollocks.” Giving him a wink, I climbed off and went back over to Mase. The edges of his foreskin were red, his dick looking more than sore.

I climbed on the motorbike, up behind him, making sure I kept my own ass off the wire, standing and suiting up.

“Kinky, right?” I said, but Mase seemed past any sense, in whatever fucked-up zone people reached with this shit. A hand on his hip, the other on a handlebar, covering his hand, I pushed in hard and so fucking deep, forcing him forward, and to cry pain as the clips pulled free.

I slipped a touch down between his thighs, rubbing him hard, then as I took him, Mase was suddenly pushing back, driving hard into me, going for balls deep and making me cry out. Grabbing the back of his neck, keeping his head down to keep him still, I kept the pace brutal, my other grip on the handlebars giving me all the leverage I needed.

“Manners, Mase, tell Jack thank you for fucking him. He likes manners.”

Mase cried it out, and I bit at his shoulder, closing my eyes to how sweet he cried, wanting more, the blindfold feeling damp as though he was really crying, but still fucking loving it. Forcing him up over the handle bars, I went with him, dick still deep in his hole as I stood. “Just a piece of ass for fucking, aren’t you, boy?”

“Yes.”

Shock waves rippled his ass-cheeks as I fucked him, my own need to come now taking any sense, any calm and control. “Say it.”

“Piece of ass for... for fucking. Jack—I mean Martin. Mart, fuck me.”

He cried out first, I think, ass muscle grabbing on tight to my dick and milking me for all I had. Christ, he felt so tight. Any other time, any other son, Mase would be worth another going over, but he wasn’t anyone else’s son. Breathing was heavy as I came down on Mase, head to back, enjoying the comedown. Then as life slipped around me again, I pulled out of Mase, tugging off the johnny, then tucking myself in with one hand as I felt Mase come down too.

“Nice ass,” I said quietly, giving a kiss at his back. “Thank you for sharing, bitch.”

Mase chuckled. “Quite the gent you keep hidden beneath the kink there, Mart. You’re most welcome. Anytime.”

Giving a smack at his ass, I climbed off the bike, then went over and sorted through for the key to the padlocks. Johnny still in hand, I undid one and let the chain rattle to the floor. Then pulling Mase in for a long kiss, liking how sexed-out he looked, I tugged off the blindfold, then took a step back, arms folded.

“Fucking wild ride,” said Mase, cheeks full of blood now his cock was soft and spilled. He held out his hand for the other key and I handed it over. “Thanks.”

I sniffed, my gaze now over in the corner. “What was the fuck-up over the keys?”

Mase looked up, smiled. “What fuck-up?”

I slipped them from my back pocket and handed them over. “They’re the original. What happened to the copy?”

“Huh?” Now free of the chain, he turned the keys over, looking. “Oh fuck,” he said quickly. “They’re... these... they’re my dad’s.”

“You gave him the copy by mistake, huh?”

“Christ.” Mase frowned at me. “Will—do you think he’ll notice?”

My gaze went back in the corner and the shuffling and growling going on there now. “Maybe.”

Mase snapped a look over too, and things went very quiet, very quickly, then—

“No—” Mase’s hand went to his mouth. He glanced at me, his dad, me, his dad, me again and—“What?” Hands went his head as he glanced at his dad. “Oh fuh... Oh Jesus fucking Christ, you!” He was back with me. “You... you, you fuh—”

My finger told him shush, and he seemed unwilling to fight life as I went over to good ol’ Dave. I wanted to strip him naked, show the son that the dad could be fucked just as hard, but Jack—

Giving a snarl, I moved in close, his leg splitting mine as I sat on his lap, I grabbed at his hair to keep him still, forcing his gaze up to mine.

“Protect yours, huh? When they fuck you over like this?” Lifting the condom to his cheek, I tipped the contents on him, watching whiteness run down over the trail of wetness already there, how the desperation in his frown needed to wipe it off. “You know my name, my face,” I smiled. “Probably my ass too now,” I said quietly. “But I know your boy’s also, how deep in the shit he is with this. You go to the cops, he goes down too.” I kissed at Dave’s forehead, then went level to his ear. “He’ll be sent down with me and Cutter’s bastards. How long do you think his ass will stay in one piece then, hmmm? You want to protect your own? Keep that fucking mouth shut in the future.”

Dave was struggling now, but it was Mase who got my attention as he came running at me with a crowbar. A roundhouse kick caught him in the stomach, sending him to the floor, and a few kicks to the ribs saw him stay down.

“Be good,” I said, leaning down and patting at his cheek. “You’re gonna need to do some serious sucking up to your old man.” I looked back at Dave, how his gaze stayed only briefly on Mase before looking away. “Ouch,” I said quietly. “I suggest you don’t actually suggest sucking his dick to get in his good books, though. Looks like he’s seen enough for tonight.”

After easing back up, I stepped over Mase and left him curled up there, crying at his old man’s feet, before I hit Dave.

“For forcing Cutter to fuck with mine.”

Dave didn’t have much fight either.

Bastard. I left them there. Yeah, I could be a bastard when Jack let me off the leash. Noise came from behind me, away from where Mase and his dad had been, and I glanced over my shoulder. There was movement in the garage office, and I huffed. Mase had found his feet no doubt, too damn stupid to stay down when he was told. Maybe he needed another lesson in playing dead...