The Kinksters are Alright

Chapter 3

Blaze

Blaze broke his spell and looked over at Jack watching him. He fell back into his distrust stage. He was still unsure why this guy was being so nice to these boys. He was sure Jack wasn’t being upfront about something. What, he couldn't figure out yet. He knew of guys who were rich and who collected boys as sex slaves or to be their harems. He knew of guys who did terrible things to the boys they took away from the streets. Getting them hooked on drugs, pimping them out. Eventually the boys always ended up back on the streets - much worse than when they left. He wasn’t sure if Jack was one of those guys. He didn’t quite seem that evil, but these guys almost never do. On the other hand, he assumed that Jack would have his fun, lead everyone on and then just drop all of them when he finally left, never to be heard from again. He knew that would break Harrison’s heart - as it was clear Harrison was hooked on Jack like he’d never been to anyone. Lucas would be devastated too - he was too easily taken by seemingly nice people. They were easily sucked into these kinds of things, thinking they would finally have their way out of homelessness and the streets. That’s why Lucas always got into trouble and Harrison was perpetually frustrated with the fact that he was still on the streets. 

Blaze walked over and grabbed his drink. “What’s your angle here man?”

“What do you mean?” Jack snapped out of his own spell at the boy’s inquisition.

“Don’t be an asshole. What do you want with us? What is a bunch of homeless guys to a rich dude like you? You a collector? Trying to build a stable of fuck toys?”

“Wow. Um, none of that. I like you guys.” Jack said as he leaned forward and set his drink down.

Blaze stormed over to the chair Jack was sitting in. He slammed his drink on the table and grabbed Jack’s arms and pinned them to the  arms of the chair.. He leaned aggressively into Jack’s face.

“FUCK YOU. You don’t get to fucking play me, BITCH.”

Unlike Harrison and Calista, Jack’s first time meeting Blaze was not exactly pleasant - at first. Having been beaten down so many times, and having had so many people disappoint or leave him, Blaze was immediately skeptical of Jack and his generosity. Years on the streets and as a hustler made him wary of men who make big promises. Fortunately, Jack was not one of those men and Blaze would eventually come around. Jack would go from someone not to be trusted to his closest friend.

Blaze kept a close relationship to Calista and Harrison. They were the only true family he had for a long time and he swore to himself he would always be connected to them. Moving to DC made connecting in person a little difficult, but he made it work. He and Garrett took trips to NY and Milwaukee to spend time with Calista and Harrison. He already spent a lot of time with Jack, thanks to their working together. The three didn’t spend as much time together as they were used to, but they celebrated each other’s pursuits and successes.

Blaze is now heavily involved with Jack’s firm. He has his own clients and still manages the fund that was set up for the other victims of the prison scam Garrett got caught up in. Jack gave him more and more responsibility for the business and he was very well liked by the rest of the team. He even had his own assistant, an adorable boy named Charlie. He was also highly regarded by the people he was meeting in Washington. Jack saw himself in Blaze and was confident he could retire and let Blaze have it all. Blaze loved the work he was doing and absorbed as much as he could from Jack. His admiration for Jack drove him to succeed, wanting to be just like him. Jack would tell him that he would be even better. Harrison jokingly refers to him as ‘Jack Jr.’ Blaze Archambault was thriving like he could never have imagined.

For Garrett, figuring out what to do with his life wasn’t as easy. He never had any real direction and no one to mentor him. It bothered him that he was just living off of Blaze. It bothered him even more that Jack paid for so many things. He was happy that they went back to DC, where he felt more comfortable. He appreciated how much Blaze loved him and how much he did to try to make Garrett happy. He also loved that Blaze was there for him to hold him together.

Garrett hated the idea of spending tons of money on a fancy apartment in a luxury building - and letting Jack pay for it. He wanted to be as self-sufficient as possible. Most of the buildings Jack owned in Washington, DC were luxury highrises and fairly new. That wasn’t Garrett’s style, he insisted on something more modest. They settled on a 100 year old building near Capitol Hill. It was small and plain and made Garrett happy. It was enough room for them to be comfortable and have a small playroom. Blaze grew up in luxury and lived on the streets, this was fine for him as long as he was with Garrett.

***

If you would have told him two years ago that he would be a collared sub, he would have laughed at you. Now, Blaze is just that and it is something that he and Garrett have fully committed to and are living every day. While they are fairly equal in many aspects of the relationship, one area of their life that Garrett maintained a very strict control over was their sex life. Garrett was in full control. Blaze was only allowed to have sex outside of their relationship if he had permission from Garrett. Blaze was not allowed to masturbate, play with toys, or pleasure himself any other way without permission from his Master. Garrett allowed Blaze to have sex with Jack and Harrison and no one else. Once in a while, he’d allow Blaze a treat and let him have sex with Aidan, or some other boy he would choose. For a while, Blaze was locked in chastity to control his constant urges. Sexually controlling Blaze was not easy. 

Having every aspect of his sex life controlled was tough for Blaze. He was more than willing to do it and worked hard to be completely obedient. It was even a turn on for him to be under such control. However, he was still a very horny boy and had desires he sometimes let get the best of him. Despite the fact that he and Garrett had an amazing sex life, and he had permisssion to fuck Jack whenever he wanted, Blaze craved certain things. 

Much like Jack, Blaze wanted to be abused. Roughly, harshly, even violently abused. Garrett was rough, but would not entertain the type of abuse Blaze wanted. It reminded him too much of what he experienced in prison. Garrett enjoyed inflicting some pain, but would not beat Blaze. Blaze was forbidden from engaging in anything violent - even though he allowed Blaze to beat Jack as hard as he wanted. 

Blaze had no idea how upset he would make Garrett with his incident at a hotel near the Hill. Blaze had just wrapped up a meeting with several legislators and was heading out. He stopped in the lobby to check his messages on his phone. He felt a shadow come over him, as if something had blocked the sun. He looked up, only to discover a blast from his past.

“Hey kid. Remember me?” The hulking figure asked.

“Uh…um…yes, of course…yeah. I…remember you very well…” Blaze always became nervous around this man. Jack introduced them and they had a few encounters before Garrett came into the picture. His name was Dax and he was a giant of a man at 6’6” and built like a Nordic God. His cock, which Garrett had released from chastity some months ago, was trying to burst out of Blaze’s pants.

“You wanna get destroyed? It’s on me.”

“I, uh, don’t know if I should. I have a boyfriend, he’s my Dom.”

“Yeah, and? Fuck that. I can see the spot in your pants. You’re fucking oozing precum with me just fucking standing here. Let’s go.”

Blaze thought about texting Garrett to ask permission, but decided not to, naively thinking he could keep this a secret. It would be the first time in the entire year they had been together that he was disobeying Garrett like this. He was nervous, but also couldn’t resist Dax. He got up and followed Dax to the elevator.

“I was supposed to have a client today. I booked a fucking room and everything. Fucker just bailed on me. Douchebag.” When the elevator arrived, they stepped in and Dax pushed off the other couple that wanted to come in. “Wait for the next one.” They did not argue with him.

Once they were in the elevator, Dax pushed Blaze back against the wall and pushed himself against Blaze. He put his hand around his neck, lifting him up off the ground. Blaze choked and gasped. Before he was able to cry out, Dax’s hot mouth devouring Blaze’s, his sinewy arms entrapped him against the wall of the elevator as he ground his hips against him.

The elevator stopped on the 11th floor. Dax just let go of Blaze, letting him drop to the ground. “Follow, slut.” He ordered. He unlocked the door to a room just across from the elevator and grabbed Blaze, throwing him to the floor. “Strip.” He demanded before the door even closed. Blaze quickly got out of his clothes and laid there on the floor. Dax was quick to get his clothes off too.

“On your back on the fucking bed.” Dax barked. He knelt over Blaze, flat on his back, pinning his arms with his knees. Dax was always rough, but he seemed even more aggressive this time. Blaze was a little scared and realized this was not a good idea. 

“Ease up dude, this is kinda harsh.”

No sooner had Blaze said that, Dax's hand came down and backhanded him with a stunning blow. A  tear escaped, but Blaze fought off crying. He had no idea what caused Dax to be so angry but he figured it wasn’t smart to do anything to make him even madder. Maybe he was still pissed about being ghosted. Maybe this was just his new way of doing things. 

Blaze’s cock, thick and hard, was standing at full attention. Dax grabbed it roughly and let out a disturbing laugh. "You fucking like being treated this way, you fucking slut.” He gave Blaze another smack. “Turn the fuck over. Face down, ass up. NOW.”

As Blaze quickly flipped over, Dax spit into his hand. Once he was in position, Dax shoved a few fingers up Blaze’s hole, making him grunt with pain. He shoved them around inside of him very uncomfortably. He gave Blaze’s ass a hard smack several times with his free hand while he violated his hole with the other. His smacks were hard and left several marks. 

After a few moments, he finally removed his fingers and positioned himself behind Blaze. He gave a forceful shove, sending his giant 14 inch cock deep into Blaze’s ass. The immediacy of the massive tool stretching his hole so much, so fast, caused Blaze to yelp in pain. He tried to escape by moving forward only to have Dax grab his hips and pull him back. Once he forced himself all the way in, he held his position, grabbing Blaze’s hands and pinning them to his back. With a wide, swinging motion, Dax swung his huge foot up over and planted it right on Blaze’s face, forcing his face into the bed. Blaze had to contort himself just so he could breathe.

Dax began fucking with all of his force. He pushed in deeper and deeper, fuckingBlaze with complete abandon. It was brutal. His huge cock unrelentingly pounding away, his massive foot crushing Blaze’s face, his hands pushing down on him so hard he thought he might break in two. Blaze’s asshole felt like it was on fire, being ripped apart by this savage intrusion. The pain engulfed his entire being. He was in ecstasy, despite the pain and fear. 

Blaze felt a rush through him. His cock was throbbing, it was so hard. He was almost pissing out precum. This feeling of total helplessness was something he and Jack talked about - feeling as if you might be forever damaged or worse - it made him crazy. 

“I know you’re fucking loving this, you fucking freak.”

Dax’s balls slapped against Blaze’s ass as he impaled him. By this point, Blaze felt the pain  subside, the fucking now feeling good as Dax moved in and out. Sensing that Blaze was no longer in pain, he grabbed his head by his hair, pulled it back and increased the speed of his thrusts. Blaze was no longer squirming to get away, he was actually pushing back to take his cock even harder.

Dax pulled his cock out long enough to flip Blaze over on his back. He grabbed his legs and pulled them up, yanking Blaze closer to the edge of the bed. Dax rammed his cock back inside. Blaze wanted him deeper inside, now that he didn’t feel like he was going to be killed. He wrapped his legs around him trying to pull him closer.

As he was fucking Blaze with every bit of anger he had in him, Dax spit in Blaze’s face several times. Not satisfied with just violently fucking him, Dax slapped Blaze in the face multiple times. Open handed on one side, backhanded on the other. He showed no mercy whatsoever, despite Blaze’s cries for him to stop. Things seemed to have gotten out of control again. He was pushing Blaze’s legs so far back, causing pain to ripple from his back from being folded over. The look in Dax’s face was terrifying. Blaze was just hoping this would end soon.

Blaze was worried that he’d cum. He was not permitted to cum, especially without Garrett there. His fear of Dax was compounded by his fear of Garrett once he found out. There was no way he could hide this from him. Dax had made too many marks on him. It was probably the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he managed to prevent himself from cumming. It was almost as painful as the fucking he was getting. It had been about a month since Garrett let him cum last. 

With a noise that would scare away the wildest of animals, Dax buried himself deep inside of Blaze as his own orgasm took him over the edge. His cock throbbed as he filled Blaze with his seed. He forced his entire weight on Blaze as he enjoyed the sensations he experienced from his abuse of Blaze’s body. Once he was finished, he pulled out. Without saying a word, he walked away and went into the bathroom. Blaze just laid there, too exhausted to move and too afraid to engage him in any way. He laid there patiently, cum dripping from his abused hole, while Dax showered. Dax emerged from the bathroom, put his clothes on and left. 

When Blaze went into the bathroom to clean himself up, he knew he was going to be in trouble. Dax left several bruises on him, and his ass was deep red. He was almost afraid to go home.

***

Just like any other evening, Blaze texted Garrett that he’d be home in roughly an hour. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid of Garrett’s reaction. He was embarrassed with himself for not just disobeying him, but doing it in such an extreme way. He might have been able to get away with a blow job or something, but this was well beyond that. He knew it would hurt Garrett’s feelings. 

He stood in the lobby of his building and took a deep breath. He knew he had to face this. As he rode up the elevator, he realized something else. In the course of Dax’s thrashing, he lost his day collar. This was bad. Blaze had never felt so guilty in all his life. He fucked up royally. 

Blaze entered the apartment as usual and went to the bedroom to take his clothes off. He presented himself to Garrett and things went downhill from there.

“What the fuck happened to you? And you had better have a good fucking reason for how you look right now.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I fucked up. I really fucked up. I’m so fucking sorry.” Blaze broke down in tears.

“What did you do? Look up at me. What the fuck did you do?” The eerie calmness in Garrett’s voice was troubling. 

Through his sobbing, Blaze explained what happened. He skipped no detail. It was excruciating. This was worse than any torture he’d ever endured. He could see it in Garrett’s face that he was breaking his heart. Garrett stood there in silence just staring at him. Blaze wished he’d yell, kick him, something. The silence was awful.

“Blaze.” Garrett just stared. “Blaze. No matter what, I will always love you unconditionally.” The hurt on Garrett’s face was tangible. He took a deep breath, probably to avoid his own tears. “I am so disappointed in you. This one hurts.” He turned and walked away.

“Garrett, please. I am so sorry. I will do anything to make it up to you.” Blaze was crying uncontrollably. “Please. Anything. Please! I love you so much.”

Blaze didn’t move. He remained kneeling in the spot he presented himself every night waiting. After what seemed like an eternity, Garrett returned about 15 minutes later. It was obvious he had been crying. He had the chastity device in his hand.

“You will have to wear this again. Put it on. Right now.” Garrett handed Blaze the device and he immediately put it on. He locked it in place. “I need you to get dressed and leave.”

“NO! Please! Garrett!!”

“Not forever. I don’t want to be around you right now. Maybe tomorrow, you can come home as usual. Maybe the next day, I don’t know yet. For now, I don’t really care where you go. I know you won’t have any problems though. I’m sure you can find a nice hotel to crash at.”

“Garrett…please, isn’t there another way?”

“No. Normally, I’d like seeing you beg like this, but I don’t want to hear it anymore. I’m going to sit and eat dinner. Get what you need and please leave. You can stand up and please don’t say another word to me.”

Blaze was devastated. He got dressed, gathered his clothes for the next few days and went to leave. As he turned the knob to exit, Garrett stopped him.

“Blaze…wait. You know, I am fucking pissed that you were so weak you had to get fucked by some hooker, but I can actually get passed that pretty easily. It’s in your fucking nature to need sex more than any normal person. YOu have this fucking twisted desire to get the shit kicked out of you. I accept that. What I’m really pissed about is you losing your fucking collar. How did you not notice the second it was gone? That collar represents us. You carelessly let it go. That is what fucking hurts. Finding a new one will be a big step toward me forgiving you. Fuck, if you found that one I’d fucking forget this whole thing happened. Now, not a word. Just fucking go.”

Once Blaze left, Garrett quietly ate his dinner, smoked a whole lot of pot and crashed. He knew he’d have to deal with this at some point. He just couldn’t believe how careless Blaze was. Not only did he lose his collar, he was with someone potentially dangerous and no one knew it. If something had happened, who knows when it would have been found out. Blaze’s punishment would be severe.

Blaze texted his assistant and had him cancel his appointments for the rest of the week. He needed time to be miserable and to then regain his composure. But first, he needed to get drunk, incredibly, stupidly drunk. He walked to a liquor store and bought two bottles of Johnnie Walker Gold Label and then got himself a room at the Hyatt near the Capitol. He stayed there until Garrett let him come home, three days later. 

Blaze looked where he could to find his collar with no luck. He bought a new one.

***

Garrett and Blaze have what is most likely the most ‘normal’ of relationships in that they spend most of their time with each other, they mostly do everything together and they have a somewhat domestic life at home. The domestic life is largely due to Garrett not really having anything else to do. While he sorts out what he wants to do, he’s basically serving as a house husband. In a lot of D/s relationships, the sub tends to be the one who does the chores and devotes their time to taking care of their Dom. With Blaze and Garrett, it works differently. 

Blaze works full time. Some days he might work 12 hours in a day. He’s the main breadwinner in the household as well. Garrett is home pretty much all day. He cooks dinner and cleans and even does laundry. He’s a pretty practical person and it just didn’t make sense for Blaze to do these things when he had the time to do them and sort of liked doing them. It was his way of giving something to Blaze, serving him in a way. 

At Garrett’s direction, the boys wake up at 5 am every day and go to the gym. Garrett puts Blaze through a routine for an hour each day to keep him in top shape. It has proven to be very beneficial. Both boys have exceptionally hot bodies. While neither of them have gone to the extreme with bulging muscles and veins like a bodybuilder, their bodies had much more definition, Garrett slightly more so than Blaze. With all the time he has, Garrett has studied up on the best workout routines to shape Blaze into the boy he wants.

From there, Garrett prepares breakfast for Blaze and picks out his clothes for the day while he showers. Garrett likes deciding what Blaze wears and eats and Blaze likes not having to worry about that. While Blaze works, Garrett tries to find ways to occupy his time. He tried a few different jobs and some volunteer gigs and they just didn’t work out. He spends a lot of his time at home reading, playing video games, working out, and pleasuring himself. He focuses a lot on how to be a better Dom and the best workouts for them to follow. 

As usual, Blaze checked in about an hour before he headed home and Garrett prepared dinner. The only thing different about this night was it was just about two weeks after Blaze fucked up. He was still being punished. Once he got home, Blaze went straight to the bedroom to get naked. He presented himself to Garrett who switched out his collar and had him sit at the table for dinner. Garrett served him dinner and they talked about random things. After dinner, Blaze cleaned up while Garrett sat in a big, oversized armchair and waited for his boy to present himself for service.

“Good boy. Are you ready to serve, boy?”

“Yes Daddy. I am ready.”

Garrett sat naked on his chair, his legs extended out. He was still wearing his running shoes. “I went on a long run this afternoon. My feet should be nice and fucking tasty for you.” Blaze moved into place as he raised his right foot. "Do you think you even fucking deserve to worship Daddy’s feet? You’re still on fucking punishment."

Looking down to the ground, Blaze whimpered, "no Master. I am not worthy of your beautiful feet. Worshiping them is the least I could do in appreciation for your continued leniency after my disrespect for you, Master.”

“You are lucky you have been a good boy lately. But I am still upset with you for your fucking blatant insubordination.”

Without another word, Blaze removed the sweaty sneakers off Garrett’s feet. After removing each one, he shoved his face into them and breathed in the sweaty smell. It made him even more horny for his Master’s feet. He slipped the socks off and wiped them on his face, breathing in their pungent smell and sucking on them, getting some of the sweat from them. Garrett just sat back with his hands behind his head, watching his boy work. 

Blaze started with his right foot, kissing and licking the soles lightly, before kissing each of his toes. As he sucked on his toes, his eyes were locked on his Master. He loved the humiliation Garrett put him through. Garrett loved the puppy dog eyes Blaze gave him when he was serving him. Garrett pressed his left foot on Blaze’s chest, kneading his toes into the tight muscle. “Such a good fucking bitch boy,” Garrett moaned as he forced his foot into Blaze’s mouth.

After a good, long while, Blaze moved on to Garrett’s left foot and gave it equal treatment. With both feet drenched with Blaze’s saliva, Garrett rubbed his feet into Blaze’s face. He smashed his feet into his face, stuffing his toes into his nostrils, over his eyes, into his mouth. All the while Blaze has to push himself forward into Garrett’s feet to keep from being pushed back. Garrett enjoyed his foot worship for about 45 minutes, slightly longer than usual this time. He was ready for more.

“Why don’t you come up here and get my fucking cock nice and wet?” Garrett directed Blaze after his foot worship session. Blaze did as he was told and began to suck Garrett’s cock. “You are such a good fucking cocksucker, boy.”

Blaze slurped and sucked at his Master’s tool, as he just leaned back and enjoyed it. All the while, Blaze looked up at his Master. After just a few minutes, Garrett ordered Blaze to stop. “That’s enough boy.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you for letting me worship your feet and suck your beautiful cock.”

“Because you’ve been pretty fucking good for the last two weeks, I think I’m gonna give you another treat.” Garrett motioned for Blaze to climb up on the chair with him. “I want you to slide your ass down onto my cock and just hold yourself there. Got it, bitch boy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you again, Master.”

Blaze eased himself down onto Garrett’s cock and sat there. Garrett’s hard cock was lodged deep inside of Blaze. Garrett looked lovingly at his boy and began to rub his hands over his chest, feeling every muscle. Garrett liked to worship Blaze as well, mainly enjoying his muscular body. “Put your arms up and and show me your fucking muscles boy.” Blaze raised his arms up and held them like a bodybuilder showing off. He flexed his muscles while Garrett groped him. He continued this worship for a solid 20 minutes.

“It’s too bad you were so fucking bad. I’d love to stroke your cock right now.” Garrett said as he tugged on the chastity device that had been locked on Blaze’s cock. It had been on since Blaze’s incident with Dax more than two weeks ago as part of Blaze’s ongoing punishment. 

What was even more agonizing than being locked in chastity was the fact that Blaze had not been allowed to cum for more than six weeks. He desperately needed to release. Garrett teased him endlessly, getting him excited and making him horny. It just made the fact that he couldn’t cum even worse. Holding it in when he was being assaulted by Dax just made the pressure more unbearable. It was on his mind constantly and he’d begun asking about it, which annoyed Garrett. He was reaching his limits. He had never gone so long. Garrett had control of when, where and how Blaze could cum, but he usually never went more than two weeks without giving Blaze the pleasure. The month-long denial was supposed to be a fun experiment. This extended denial was yet another part of his punishment. 

“I would just love to finally fucking cum, Master.”

“You will not speak to me with that tone. It isn’t fucking happening. Now, get off of me and go to the bedroom and present.”

Blaze got off of Garrett and crawled to the bedroom where he presented himself. This meant that Blaze was to be on his knees, his body straight up with his shoulders back and his chest out. His hands were to be clasped behind his head. He was to stay that way as long as necessary. 

“Good boy.” Garrett said as he entered the room nearly 30 minutes later. He was carrying two glasses of juice - pomegranate for him and orange for Blaze. He figured Blaze would need some hydration after all of the foot worship. “Here you go boy, drink this up.”

“Thank you Daddy.”

“I am feeling a bit generous tonight. Maybe it's time for me to let go of what happened. You're a horny boy, that's one reason why I'm with you. You're entitled to a few mistakes. I'm sure I'll make some too."

"Thank you, Daddy." 

"I’m also really fucking horny. I will let you decide what fun you want to have tonight. I’ll give you three choices.”

“Thank you, Master. Will one of them involve me getting to cum?”

“Seriously? I already told you that wasn’t fucking happening. Here are your only fucking options. You can get fucked my me for as long as you want, you can suck my cock and eat my ass for as long as you want, or I will let you fist me for as long as you want. I will give you 15 seconds to decide.”

Blaze was not thinking straight. Instead of accepting his Master’s gracious offer, he asked about cumming again. “Thank you, Daddy. I love all of those choices and would do whatever pleases you.” He looked up and placed his hands together as if he were praying, “and please, Master, please let me cum after whatever you decide.”

Garrett let out a growl. “You just wasted ten fucking seconds begging to do something I told you wasn’t happening. Choose something from what I fucking offered. NOW.”

Blaze’s mind was clouded. He seemed to have crossed a line he couldn’t retreat from. “All I want to do is cum! Please Garrett, come on! This is fucking torture.” Tears ran down Blaze’s face.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Garrett was angry now. “I fucking told you no. That means fucking no…”

“I can’t take it anymore, Garrett…” Blaze interrupted, falling down at Garrett’s feet. “I will do anything! ANYTHING to cum…”

Garrett grabbed Blaze by his hair and pulled him up. “DID YOU JUST FUCKING INTERRUPT ME?!?!” He pulled on Blaze until he was standing in front of him. “You have three fucking seconds to redeem yourself and choose something.”

Blaze just stared blankly and pleaded, “I need to fucking shoot my load. That’s all.”

Garrett smacked Blaze in his face about as hard as he could. It made Blaze stumble sideways and almost fall over. “You are in so much fucking trouble tonight. Get back over here!” 

Blaze stood in front of him again and he hit him again, almost knocking him over. “Please…please…” Blaze kept pleading. Garrett just smacked him again. “I need to…” Another smack.

“I will give you the beating of your fucking life, dude. Do you want me to fuck you up? Because I am fucking PISSED!”

“No…no, please don’t, but if that is what I have to do to…”

“DON’T FUCKING SAY IT!” Garrett raised his arm. Blaze cowered. “I can’t fucking believe how disrespectful you are to me. You fuck some scumbag prostitute and instead of begging for forgiveness, you beg to cum. Over and fucking over after I told you to fucking stop.”

Falling to his knees, Blaze continued to beg in a soft, pathetic whimper, “please…please…Master…Garrett…” he looked up with teary, pleading eyes, “I love you. Please don’t make me suffer anymore…”

“Don’t tell me you love me when you’re being such a fucking brat. GET UP AND GET ON THE BED!! Head down, arms crossed, knees in tight, ass up, legs spread. NOW!!”

Blaze scampered up to the bed and got in position. He knew this was going to be a rough night. Deep inside, he wanted it. He wanted this abuse from Garrett. 

“You are going to suffer tonight. NOW DON’T FUCKING MOVE.”

Garrett went to the play room and returned with two leather paddles. One was a long leather paddle like the ones used by fraternities on new pledges. The other was similar, except it had 30 metal studs in it. The studs were round and flat and stuck out only about an eighth of an inch - just enough to painfully leave marks.

He entered the room and sat in front of Blaze. “Raise your head, bitch boy.” Blaze lifted his head up. “You see, I was prepared to give you a nice night of pleasure. You’ve been working so hard, serving me every day, taking your punishment like a good boy. I was even planning to let you out of chastity tonight. Maybe had you not started begging obnoxiously like a little whiny fucking brat, I would have let you cum. And then you had to ruin it. So, tonight I get to have my own fun with you. You probably will not like it. As far as chastity and being able to cum, hmmmmm…when is Harrison coming to visit?”

“On the 30th, Master.”

“Perfect! That is another ten days from now. You will remain in chastity until Harrison arrives. I’m sure that little fucking cum slut will appreciate the massive cum load you’ve been storing up for two months.”

“Thank you, Master. I don’t deserve such a benevolent Master.”

“No you fucking don’t. But, I love you too fucking much, so have to punish you. I brought the dice. Let’s see how many hits you get with each paddle. Garrett had a set of ten sided dice, like the ones used for D&D. One was black and one was white. The black one would indicate the number of hits and the white one was the factor that number was divided by. If the black die turned up a five and the white one a six, that meant 30 hits. Garrett rolled the dice.

“This is for the regular paddle. Oooh! A nine and a ten! Ninety smacks! Fucking nice! Now, the studded paddle. Awww, an eight and a nine. How many is that?”

“Seventy-two, Master.”

“Yes! How many on your ass total?”

“One hundred and sixty-two, Master.”

“Good boy. Put your head back down again. Here we go!”

Garrett tied a soft rope to Blaze’s balls and then pulled them further inward. He pulled the rope along his torso to Blaze’s collar and tied it in place, keeping his balls safely tucked away from any errant smacks with the paddle. He stood silently behind him, occasionally touching the paddle to his ass. The anticipation was killing Blaze. Garrett milked if all he could. 

He hit Blaze for the first time with a solid smack to both cheeks.

Blaze yelped as the flat of the paddle’s blade struck down directly on his ass. It stung, but Blaze barely registered the pain. One hit was easy. They’d done this before, but tonight he knew much more was to come.

The paddle came down again. And again. Then eleven more. These were hard, painful hits. Blaze was trying hard to keep himself together. He didn’t want to break too soon, the agony would only get worse. He held his body tight and waited for more.

“I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson, I fucking hope you pay attention and learn it.” 

Very quickly, in rapid succession, Garrett issued twelve more smacks. The pain was starting to kick in now, but Blaze gritted his teeth and refused to acknowledge it. He was sweating and panting. He was grabbing onto the sheet of the bed for dear life. 

Garrett took his time giving Blaze the next 54 hits. He kept a steady pace, but made sure to stretch it out. By this point, Blaze was in tears and he was finally screaming out. He was in excruciating pain. His body was trembling. He just whimpered, “no…no more…no…please…”

“Aww, poor boy. You should have thought of that before you fucking refused my offer tonight.”

He gave Blaze the final twelve smacks with the flat paddle. Blaze’s ass was a very dark reddish purple. Some welts were forming. Blaze was crying and pleading. “Please stop…I can’t take anymore…please…Garrett…no more…”

“I have a deal for you.”

“Anything, just don’t hit me anymore.”

“I will not hit you with the studded paddle if I get to deny you cumming for two more months.”

“God fucking dammit! I can’t! No!! Please…Garrett…PLEASE.”

“Ok, here comes 72 smacks.”

Garrett was relentless with these hits. He didn’t take breaks, he just continued to hit Blaze over and over. Blaze wasn’t even able to count. His mind was blank, numb from the pain. 

“Not going to say anything?” As he hit, Garrett demanded Blaze respond. “It’s no fun if you don’t beg. BEG for more!”

Punishment like this did something to him. Blaze felt a wave of arousal wash through him as Garrett hollered at him and hit him. His cock was trying so hard to burst from its cage, causing yet another kind of pain.

“AAAARRGGHHHHH!! FUCK! YES!! YES!! MORE PLEASE! MORE MASTER!! PLEASE!!”

“That’s it! Admit it, you wanted this!” Garrett yelled as he kept hitting.

“YES, MASTER! I WANTED YOU TO BEAT ME!! THANK YOU MASTER!! MORE PLEASE!!” 

“You fucking freak! You love the pain! You love the suffering! DADDY WILL BEAT YOU WHENEVER YOU WANT BITCH BOY!!”

Garrett paused a moment, knowing full well that he’d more than exceeded the planned 72 smacks. He didn’t care.

“N-No…more…” Blaze desperately begged, sobbing into the mattress. The emotional turmoil inside him wrenching torrents of tears out. 

“See? You’re begging now. But you just screamed for more? Which is it?” The paddle came back again, but it was so much worse now against his broken and reddened skin. Blaze cried out despite himself. He couldn’t even form words anymore. All he could do was cry and whimper.

“Beg me. Beg me to do something. Make a fucking decision.”

Blaze shuddered as another wave of arousal crashed through him, mixing with the pain, giving him a high. A surge of guilt moved through Blaze as he finally admitted the truth to himself. He deserved to get punished, he was disrespectful to his Master, he treated the man he loved badly. He hurt him. At the next smack he was all but bawling out his apology.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m your bitch boy! Please punish me! I never should have hurt you. I never should have disrespected you.”

One more hit.

“You’re going to be a good boy and obey me now, right? No more fucking bullshit?”

“Yes Master. Yes. Please don’t hit me again. Please…I can’t…”

“Now, was that so hard?” There was a clunk as the paddle was dropped to the floor. If you had only just listened the first time. If you had only just answered my fucking question tonight. If only you weren’t so fucking greedy.” Blaze whimpered.

Blaze’s ass was broken, bruised and bloody. 

***

Once the beating was over, Garrett had Blaze lay flat on his stomach and took care of his beaten ass. He cleaned him up and applied a series of lotions and ointments to help him heal and lots of water to rehydrate him. Garrett cuddled up in bed next to Blaze.

“I’m sorry that was so rough. I might have gotten a little carried away.”

“It’s ok, Garrett, I deserved it. I really am sorry I hurt you like that. I don’t want to lose you. I love you too much.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I fucking love you too much.” Garrett ran his hand through Blaze’s hair and along his back. “You might want to take a day or two off. It’s gonna be a bit before you heal.”

“Yeah. I texted Charlie and Dillon. I took the rest of the week off.”

Garrett kissed Blaze’s lips and stared silently at him for a few minutes. Then, he broke his silence, “Is there something you need from me that I’m not giving you?”

“No, everything is amazing.”

“Is it? You were so easily lured in by that fucking hustler. It wasn’t the first time you were with him. You fucking knew what he was going to do to you. And tonight, there were moments that it looked like you really fucking wanted this. In prison, bigger, tougher men than you would fall apart after just a few hits like that. You looked like you really fucking loved what I was doing to you. Did you?”

“Don’t be mad at me.”

“I won’t be. I just want to be sure we’re giving each other what we want.”

“Sometimes I really want you to be rougher with me. I want you to hurt me. I want to feel pain, real pain. I want it to come from you. I haven’t said anything because I didn’t want to push you. I didn’t want to make you relive anything from prison. You said you didn’t want to be like that. So, I didn’t say anything. But, I missed it. I wanted it. I craved it. I guess I didn’t realize how badly I wanted it until I saw Dax standing there.”

“You know I’ll do anything for you. If that means you want me to kick your fucking ass once in a while, then I will. I feel better about it now. It was too fucking fresh after I got out. I can do it now. If you want a fucking beating, you will get one. Honestly, I was far more into what I just did to you than I thought I would be. It was fucking fun to make you suffer.”

“It is hard to explain. You doing it is…I don’t know…fucking hot. Special, even? I don’t know, I guess it’s like the way Jack feels when I abuse him.”

“You really want to be Jack fucking Holden don’t you? The job, the fetishes, the depression, your taste in clothes…it’s like you’re a fucking clone. ”

“I do, Garrett. I really do. I love him. Not like I love you, but…I…I can’t explain it.”

“You don’t have to. I get it. Anyway, you’re way fucking hotter than Jack, sorry.”

“I know you’re not into Jack like that. I appreciate that you let me play with him. It is important to both of us.”

“I know it is. I’m still working on it, but I’m coming around to the whole fucking Jack thing. I might even start to like spending his money.”

“It’s my money too you know, which means it’s your money. Everything I have is yours.”

“YOU are mine.”

“Totally. Completely. I love serving you. I want to do more. Just tell me.”

“You do? I don’t think there’s much further we can go without completely changing some things that really work, but I want to take this Dom/sub thing as far as possible. I do want more. I know you want more. I want to give you everything you want, but you have to communicate with me.”

“There’s nothing you can ask that I won’t do.”

“Fuck! You’re so fucking amazing.” Garrett kissed Blaze again and pulled the covers over him. “You need to rest. Take these, we’ll talk tomorrow.” Garrett handed Blaze a couple of edibles to help him sleep. 

“Did you get these from Aidan?”

“Dude. You can get them here in DC.”

“Shit. I had no idea. Good night, Garrett. I love you.”

“Good night, Blaze. I love you too.”

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Definitely a darker chapter, but Blaze has always been the darker of the three kids. He has definitely evolved into a version of Jack. The difference is, he has the opportunity to avoid the mistakes Jack made.