Tuesday – Board Meeting Week in Atlanta
The afternoon work session was in the smaller conference room Adrian had reserved on The Club floor, the same format as Nashville: coffee, projector, Adrian already there when Jake arrived. They worked for two and a half hours on the marketing strategy Jake was presenting to the Board Wednesday morning; it was his show. On Thursday morning, he and Lynn, the Chief People Officer, would present her Human Resource plan for the year. Jake was co-presenting because he had partnered with her to develop the plan. Tuesday’s meeting with Adrian was the most rigorous preparation session they'd had, which was saying something. By the time they were done the strategy was sharper and Jake knew it and felt the quiet satisfaction of work that had been improved by someone who knew what they were doing.
"Present it exactly as you've refined it here," Adrian said, closing his notebook. "Don't smooth the edges. The conviction is the point."
“I know," Jake said.
Adrian looked at him for a moment with that expression Jake now recognized, the one that was approximately half professional assessment and half something else that lived below their professional relationship. "I know you know," he said. "I'm saying it anyway."
Adrian asked about Jake’s role in the HR presentation and he downplayed it, giving most of the credit to Lynn. Adrian let it go, thinking Jake’s role would be nominal.
They agreed to meet for dinner at 7:30. Jake went to his room, showered, changed, and stood in front of the mirror for longer than strictly necessary before going back downstairs.
The restaurant was in the hotel, a quiet room off the main lobby, dimly lit, well-spaced, equally appropriate for a business dinner or a romantic evening. They were shown to a corner table. Adrian ordered bourbon. Jake ordered the same, which Adrian acknowledged with a bit of pride that his boy had embraced his tastes.
The dinner had an ease to it that the Nashville dinner hadn't, the calibration was already done, they knew each other's rhythms, and the conversation moved comfortably between professional and personal without friction. Adrian felt obliged to at least start the conversation in the professional realm. He talked about a brand repositioning he'd overseen at Hawthorne Row three years earlier, a decision that had looked like a mistake for eighteen months before it became obviously correct, and there was something it, the patience required, the holding of nerve in the face of institutional doubt, that Jake understood was not only about brand strategy.
Then he unexpectedly pivoted to Cole. “You’ve mentioned Cole, your Consumer Insights guy. I get the sense he’s your right-hand man,” Adrian quizzed.
Surprised, but eager to respond, Jake replied, “That, and more. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He sees through the data…what consumers say they think and what they really think and tells me like it is. He’s invaluable. And gives me tough love when I need it.”
“Tough love”, Adrian smiled. “That’s a true friend. How long have you two known each other?” Adrian was fishing to see if Jake’s description of the relationship would match Cole’s. “Less than a couple of years, but it’s like we’ve know each other our whole lives. We’re like brothers.”
It was difficult for Adrian to not let on he and Cole had talked, but hearing each other’s affection for the other was revelatory.
Adrian laughed, “Sounds like he could be your boss some day.”
“Probably could”, smiled Jake back. “He already orders me around like he is”, he continued without the slightest trace of irony.
Adrain had heard exactly what he was looking for, what he’d expected. His expression didn’t change but something in it settled, indicating another pivot. He picked up his bourbon.
It was time to move to the next subject.
“Now, about you. How are you doing?” he asked. “Not a rhetorical question, a real one”.
Jake paused; he was simultaneously relieved the subject was on the table and terrified he had to acknowledge it. “I’m ok…just have a lot to think about”.
Adrian didn’t pause, “I’m sorry if I contributed to that, but I think I helped you find something that was always there.”
Jake knew the answer, but he couldn’t speak it. He just looked at Adrian and said nothing.
Adrian continued, "Tell me something. In Nashville, when you knew what was about to happen on that balcony, and you chose not to leave. You stayed. How did that feel?"
Jake pulled himself together so he could answer honestly. "I felt a lot of things. I shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong on so many levels. But, in the end, I wanted to see what it was like." He paused like he had more to say so Adrian remained quiet. Jake continued, "And when I realized I wasn't going to leave, that I'd already decided without deciding, it felt like relief, which I never would've expected."
"Relief from what?"
"From..." Jake considered, "...and this never occurred to me before that night, from being the one who decides everything. All the time. About everything." He looked up. "I've been the one who decides since I was about eight years old. Nobody was doing it for me so I did it. I've been doing it ever since." He paused. "But in that moment on the balcony, I didn't decide. I just...stayed. And I didn't have to be the one who chose. And it was..." he searched for the word..."It was a release," he finished, looking down at the table, embarrassed at what was coming out of his mouth. "And the feeling was monumental."
Adrian looked at him with an expression that was warm and very serious. "That's not a small thing to say," he said.
"No," Jake agreed. "It's not."
"Does it scare you?"
Jake thought about it honestly. "Less than it should," he said. “And that, in itself, scares me.”
Adrian smiled, the real one, the unguarded one that Jake had been working toward since the first phone call. "Less than it should," he repeated. He set down his glass. “You’re a brave man, Jake. You learned something very important about yourself in Nashville. Do you want to keep going? Continue to learn?”
Jake slowly raised his head, looked straight in Adrian’s eyes and slowly nodded his head and whispered the word, “Yes.”
“Good boy.” He set down his glass. “Here’s what I’d like to propose. Three nights. Tonight we begin, what it means to not decide, to turn over control completely. Tomorrow night we go further. Thursday night, if you choose it, further still.” He paused. “There will be a condition running through all three nights. A specific discipline I use with men who are learning to surrender. I call it the protocol.” He said it simply, like a word that had earned its weight. “It will be uncomfortable. It will also, I believe, make you the sharpest person in that boardroom two days running. I’ve seen it work before.” He looked at Jake steadily. “You’ll understand what I mean by morning.” He picked up his bourbon. “And, like before, if anything doesn’t feel right anywhere along the way, you tell me immediately. Those are the rules.”
He paused and watched Jake, who remained motionless, seemingly deciding again to let someone else decide. He added, “Now I’m going to my suite. Are you coming with me?”
Jake’s heart was pounding and his cock was growing. He had no idea what Adrian just described would look like. All he knew was he wanted to find out.
Looking down at the table, feeling blissfully emasculated and utterly riveted, he whispered the words, “Yes, sir”.
They rode the elevator up together wordlessly. At the door to room 1614, Adrian paused with his keycard and looked at Jake.
“Last chance to say ‘no’, Jake. Will you join me?”
"Yes, sir," Jake said, his erection pressing painfully inside his jeans.
Adrian nodded and opened the door.
Inside, Adrian poured himself two fingers of bourbon while Jake stood in the center of the suite wondering what to do. Adrian sat on the couch, took a sip of his bourbon and said, “Take off your clothes and let me see you.”
Jake’s eyes were riveted on Adrian. Somehow that made this easier; it felt more like Adrian was there for him, to encourage him to ‘learn more about himself’. He made the moment feel right.
Jake was proud to follow the command. His body was his temple; his physique was another way to gain and keep Adrian’s approval. He slowly removed his sport coat, jacket, shoes and socks, and pants, all the while carefully folding and setting them off to the side. Surprisingly, instead of underwear he was wearing only a black jockstrap, revealing a massive bulge announcing his excitement.
“Jakey, Jakey, Jakey,” Adrian said raising an eyebrow. “Is this for me?” pointing to the jockstrap.
Jake, now with his hands behind his back and head lowered, whispered timidly, “Yes, sir.”
Adrain paused, and simply asked, “Why?”
Jake feared he’d done something wrong, but couldn’t guess what, so he went with the truth, “I thought you’d like to see me in it, sir.”
“You guessed right. Stand there now, hands behind your back and look at me.”
Jake felt tremendously vulnerable yet magnetically drawn to Adrian.
Peering into Jakes eyes, Adrian asked, “What did you learn about yourself in Nashville, Jake. Not in the boardroom, but in my hotel suite? Take a minute and answer honestly.”
Jake was hypnotized by Adrian’s gaze allowing him to dig deep for the answer.
“I learned there’s more to me than I knew, sir.”
“Tell me more”, Adrian quietly answered.’
“Two things, sir; the first, I guess is obvious. I mean…” and he got uncomfortable…”I’d never done anything like this…” glancing down at his throbbing jockstrapped bulge, “…with a man.”
A small smile appeared on Adrian’s mouth, and he continued, “And the second?”
Jake hesitated, then finally spoke up. Glancing to the floor he began, but Adrian interrupted him, “Look at me”, he said harshly.
Jake snapped his head back up and locked eyes with Arian, “This one may be even harder…I…I….”
“Go ahead, Jake, you’re safe with me…” Adrian said quietly.
Jake continued, “I…kinda got off on being told what to do, by you making me do things. Yeah, the things we were doing were totally new, but being ordered to was…..” and he stopped again.
Adrian said nothing but raised an eyebrow that told him to continue louder than any words could.
“…being ordered to do that stuff was a turn-on. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. I’ve thought about it a lot since we were together…” he trailed off and exhaled as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.
“My dear boy…” Adrian said with compassion. Motioning to him he continued, “Come here. Kneel down, right here,” motioning to the space between his open legs, “where I can look at you.”
Jake’s heart pounded. He’d never felt so relieved, so admired, so emotionally validated. He knelt between Adrian’s legs, instinctively kept his hands locked behind his back, and looked up into his eyes.
Adrian tousled his hair affectionally, and sighed, “My beautiful boy.” Smiled and added, “My beautiful board boy.”
Adrian placed his fingers under Jake’s chin so he now had to look up to him to maintain eye contact. “I saw that in you too, Jake. I saw how you responded to my orders, to my commands, and I could see how it not only surprised you but pleased you to give up control. And I feel like it’s a gift I can keep giving you.”
Jake was near tears humiliating himself further, but was able to whisper, “I hope so sir. I really hope so.”
“We have three nights for you to keep learning Jake. Starting now.”
Jake dropped his head and let Adrian pull him into his crotch. Although Adrian was still fully clothed, Jake nuzzled into his growing hardness feeling an affection and warmth that he’d never quite experienced before.
Adrian let him kneel there for a few minutes, Jake resting in his groin which was quickly growing hard. Finally, Adrian slowly sat up and, while pulling off his shirt and lifting his waist off the couch, ordered, “Undress me.”
Jake went right for his belt and pants and pulled them off in record time. In seconds Adrian was fully nude, his cock at full mast, with Jake kneeling in front of it, admiring it.
“Go ahead,” Adrian nodded to his cock, “you’ve earned it.”
Jake didn’t know what planet he’d landed on; all he knew that he was ravenous and deeply grateful for the opportunity. He leaned it and, at first, respectfully kissed the tip of the head where a drop of precum was waiting for him. He licked it off with the tip of his tongue and savored the sweet taste of it.
“That’s it boy, suck my cock”, Adrian whispered. “Show your mentor how much you love his cock.”
Once again, Jake simply ignored all the signals telling him this was wrong and stayed in the moment. He lowered his head to reach Adrian’s balls and begin the process of licking up the length of the shaft and return to the tip, where, hopefully, there’d be another helping of precum to reward him.
“Oh, beautiful boy…”, Adrian groaned. “Keep going…”
Jake was in heaven. He cared about nothing but giving Adrian pleasure and receiving approval and respect in return. He knew tomorrow he’d be in a suit and tie presenting to Adrian and the full Board, but at this moment he was on his knees swallowing his cock. And he was the happiest man on the planet.
He felt Adrian’s hands grasp his head to bob Jake up and down his cock. Jake leaned in ever more. Adrian was wordlessly telling him he was a good boy. He wanted one thing only: to please him.
Adrian started to thrust; his hands on Jake’s head pulling him in and his cock down his throat, pushing deeper with every thrust. Jake had no reason to have considered it, but he was finding he didn’t have much of a gag reflex and could take Adrian easily. Adrian noticed it too and held Jake’s head down on his cock until he sensed Jake needed air. After two of those, Jake knew to take a huge gulp of air before every thrust, thus allowing Adrian to deep throat him longer each time. It was a game for which the rules had been written on the spot. Jake knew what was expected of him and he was committed to not disappointing Adrian.
Every time Adrian entered his throat he stayed there slightly longer. Each time Jake thought he was at his limit, but every time he held him longer than the previous one. Jake’s pride at being able to take Adrian sensually motivated him to go even longer the next time.
Finally, Adrian was close. So close that, as he pushed in, he shouted, “This is it, boy. Take it all, every drop of me,” and erupted down Jake’s throat. Jake felt the contractions, but Adrian’s cock was so far down his throat he didn’t taste the first few eruptions. He pulled back for air and was rewarded with several more streams of Adrian’s hot, delicious cum in his mouth, covering his tongue, and even dripping out of his mouth.
This would be the third revelation Jake would experience. First, the kiss, how natural and right it felt. Second, the sensation of a man’s cock in his mouth. Hard as steel but with a texture like velvet. And tonight, the taste of a man’s cum. He’d never even tasted his own and now he was eagerly swallowing his mentor’s. And it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Sweet, warm, and meant to be savored.
Still convulsing, Adrian pulled out of Jake and pulled his mouth to his to inhale what was left of his seminal fluid from Jake’s mouth. What had started in a moment of hedonistic passion slowed down to a beautiful, long, wet kiss with Adrian holding Jake’s face between his hands.
As Jake knelt between Adrian’s legs, still hard in his jockstrap, he rested his head back in his lap and Adrian stroked his hair like he was petting a dog. “You’ve been a good boy, Jake”, he said affectionally.
“Thank you Sir,” Jake responded genuinely.
They stayed like that for several minutes until it was time for whatever came next.
Still stroking Jake’s head, Adrian said, “Remember what I said at dinner? You told me you felt relieved not having to make decisions. And I told you if you agreed to spend these nights with me, you’d be surrendering control again. Remember?”
“Yes sir” he responded with a sigh and a smile.
“Are you still in?” he asked, giving Jake an out.
“Hell yes, sir”, again, a big smile.
“You may not like it”, Adrian warned.
“Try me”, Jake shot back, thinking the night was just starting.
“Stand up.” Adrian ordered.
Jake stood, right between Adrian’s legs. Adrian cupped Jake’s throbbing bulge with his palm.
“You want to cum so badly, don’t you beautiful boy?”
“Oh, yes sir!”
Adrian paused, knowing his response wouldn’t go over well. “I’m sorry, but the jock stays on tonight. All night. You come to bed with me. We sleep, nothing else. Tomorrow’s a big day. I know you want me to fuck you all night long, but you need sleep more. If you do well tomorrow, and only if you do well, I’ll let you give up even more control again tomorrow night.”
Adrian stood up and started for the bedroom.
“C’mon my beautiful boy. I brought an extra toothbrush for you, just in case. Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed. I’ll set the alarm with enough time for you to get to your room and get ready for the day.”
Jake watched Adrian’s muscled, naked frame saunter to the bedroom, looked down helplessly at his own massive bulge, and followed him into the bedroom. He cleaned up, and still hard in his jockstrap, climbed into bed where Adrian pulled him into a spoon. He sighed, relaxed, and smiled knowing he hadn’t decided to do this. Someone else had decided for him. And slept like a baby.
***
The text to Cole went out just after midnight, when Jake's breathing had settled and Adrian had reached for his phone on the nightstand with the ease of a man for whom multitasking was simply a natural state.
Adrian:
Cole, Adrian Mercer. I got your number from Jake's contact list. He's doing well. Wanted you to know.
The reply came back in four minutes, which Adrian noted.
Cole:
Appreciate that. Wasn't expecting to hear from you.
Adrian:
I imagine not. He talks about you constantly. Thought you deserved to know he's in good hands.
Cole:
Good hands meaning what exactly.
Adrian:
Meaning he's being well taken care of. On every level. He's finding things out about himself that are good for him to know.
A longer pause this time. Then,
Cole:
I see. And he's okay with all of it?
Adrian:
More than okay. He's a natural. More than I anticipated.
Cole:
Natural at what?
Adrian:
Letting go. Being directed. Turns out he's been waiting for someone to tell him it was allowed.
This time the pause was longer. Adrian waited it out.
Cole:
Good night, Mercer.
Adrian:
Good night, Ramirez. Sleep well.
Adrian set the phone back on the nightstand. Jake stirred slightly beside him. Adrian looked at the ceiling in the dark and thought about Cole Ramirez reading those texts in his apartment across the city and found the image remarkably satisfying.
Wednesday
The board meeting ran from nine to six with a working lunch. Jake presented his competitive strategy at eleven, and something was different, not just good, which he always was, but elevated in a way that surprised even him. The framework was the same one he and Adrian had sharpened the night before, but the way he inhabited it was sharper. More present. He felt almost supernaturally aware of everything in the room. He didn't just answer the follow-up questions; he anticipated them, pivoting before they were fully formed. Darius caught his eye at the end and had an uncharactistically wide grin on his face. Margaret Chu told the room his framing was the clearest she'd heard on the topic. Jake accepted it with appropriate modesty and felt the quiet pride of a man running well above his usual frequency and not entirely sure why.
Aware of Adrian across the table, he didn't look at him directly, but he felt the attention, steady and subtly prideful, and the awareness of it sharpened him further rather than distracting him. Once, during a section of the Board discussion that didn't require Jake's participation, his mind drifted briefly back to the previous night, to Room 1614, to Adrian's voice, to the tension of being denied, of having been brought to the edge and the memory produced an unwanted erection that required him to find a reason to stand behind the podium. When he glanced up, Adrian was watching him with an expression that was composed and entirely knowing, and Jake held the look for exactly one second and returned his attention to the room.
Adrian had been in enough rooms with talented people to know when someone was operating above their normal ceiling, and Jake Sullivan today was operating well above his. The man was sharper, more precise, more alive than Adrian had seen him. He observed that the denial Jake had endured the previous evening had produced a heightened perception, a sharpened acuity, as though the body’s frustrated energy redirected itself upward. He watched Jake answer a Board member’s question with a precision that left nothing to argue with and wondered what he’d be like in that room when he’d been denied for two days. And then three. He made a mental note, with the methodical attention he brought to everything that mattered: last night had been the first night of the protocol, and this morning Jake Sullivan had just delivered the best presentation of his career. The protocol was working. He wanted to know what two nights looked like. Then three. Then he remembered that Jake was presenting again tomorrow with the HR lead. Jake had already been summoned to Room 1614 for the night. Adrian realized he was in a position to find out.
***
The group dinner was at a private room in a restaurant three blocks from the hotel, the kind of evening that followed a successful Board meeting, which this had been: generous, loud, the geinuine warmth of people who were now enjoying the aftermath. Jake sat four seats from Adrian; Adrian was careful not to fan any fires by having Jake sit next to him for the second consecutive quarter. That said, Jake was four seats away but longing to be at his side.
His phone buzzed during the appetizer course.
Adrian:
You were absolutely amazing today. The Board is talking about you. Darius used the word "exceptional" to Whitmore.
Jake kept his face entirely neutral and typed back under the table:
Jake:
Thank you, sir.
Adrian:
No, I mean extraordinary. What was different?
Jake:
No idea. My brain felt like it was on fire.
The response was immediate:
Adrian:
It was.
Adrian paused and added:
You’re a good boy. Tonight at 10. Room 1614. Decision-free zone.
Jake quietly melted. He put the phone in his pocket and returned his attention to the table and spent the next two hours being present and professional and not thinking about ten o'clock, which was impossible. As he confidently led the conversation at his end of the table, all he wanted was to not be in charge.
* * *
He was at Room 1614 at 9:58. The door opened before he knocked.
Adrian stepped back to let him in. He'd already changed, a fitted white t-shirt, dark trousers, barefoot. The room was dimmer than the night before, one lamp on. A half-finished bourbon on the table. On the luggage bench at the foot of the bed, arranged with a deliberateness that was itself a form of communication, were three things Jake hadn't seen the previous night: a leather collar with a simple silver ring, a length of soft black rope, and a flogger, braided, handled, not large.
Jake looked at them. The sight of them made his heart race.
"You've had a night to think about tonight. Giving yourself up, even more," Adrian said. He was watching Jake look at the items on the bench with focused attention. Jake knew he was being watched. "How are you feeling about that?"
Jake considered the question honestly, the way Adrian had taught him to do. His eyes moved over the collar, the rope, the flogger. He felt the thing he'd been trying to name for five weeks, that inexplicable desire that had nothing to do with performance. A longing that was more fundamental, more feral.
Jake replied, “Scared? Curious? " he asked himself. "And…" he stopped, then started again. "…Ready.”
"Sir," Adrian added.
"Ready, sir,” Jake responded quickly.
Adrian held his gaze for a moment, reading him with that unhurried attention. Then he crossed to the bench, picked up the collar, and held it out.
"This is yours to accept or decline," he said. "Wearing it means you've decided to trust me completely tonight. Declining it means you go back to your room and get a good night’s sleep." He looked at Jake steadily. "No pressure exists in this room. I want you to understand that."
Jake looked at the collar. Black leather, soft, the silver ring catching the lamp light. He thought about what it meant, about the act of putting it on, about what that gesture said. About letting another person mark him as theirs, even temporarily, even privately.
He thought about his life before Nashville. The complete, detailed, finished picture of himself that had turned out to be neither complete nor finished.
Jake looked Adrian in the eye and nodded.
“Remove your clothes and kneel”, Adrian ordered.
He had been told to do the same thing last night, so it came easily. No more awkwardness. And when it was time to remove his last piece of clothing, his briefs, he did so with pride. Last night he proved that his body was a source of pleasure for Adrian.
He finished, his chest almost exploding with expectation, and knelt solemnly, hands behind his back and looked straight ahead, at nothing.
Adrian took the collar, stepped behind him and buckled it carefully, checking the fit with two fingers, neither too tight nor loose.
Jake felt the weight of it at his throat. It wasn't heavy. It didn't need to be. The weight was in what it meant, and what it meant was simple and clear and more settling than he could account for.
"How does that feel?" Adrian asked, his voice low, close to Jake's ear.
“Exactly as it should, sir. Like I’m giving myself to you.”
"Good boy," Adrian said. And the night began.
Adrian stepped behind him, completely out of his eyesight, and Jake could hear him meticulously take off his clothes. Each button being unbuttoned. Belt unclasped. Zipper lowered. Pants hitting the floor. He had gone commando.
“Look at the floor”, Adiran ordered quietly and Jake quickly lowered his head.
He could see the flesh of Adrian in his periphery picking up what looked like the rope, and his suspicion was confirmed when he used it to bind his wrists behind him.
Head still lowered, Jake could see and feel himself being circled, inspected. His manhood was standing at attention, and he pushed his hips out so as not to go unnoticed.
It wasn’t.
Standing in front of him, Adrian swatted it with his hand, not painful, but just enough for Jake to flinch.
“What was that?” Adrian asked.
Jake didn’t know what the right answer could be. He thought about it and guessed, “You’re telling me you’re in charge, sir. That you own me.”
“That’s right Jake. Your body is mine to use as I want tonight. You won’t be making any decisions.”
Kneeling nude, hands restrained behind his back, his cock as hard as it’d ever been…Jake almost swooned with anticipation.
He tried not to smile, but failed, “Yes, sir!” he nearly shouted.
Adrian slapped his cock harder from the other direction, “You think this is a joke, boy?” he barked.
The tone didn’t scare Jake, it thrilled him, “No, sir”, he answered quietly.
“That’s better”, he answered and stepped directly in front of Jake so his cock was in his face, nearly, but not quite touching it.
“May I, sir?” Jake asked like a schoolboy.
“You may,” Adrian responded.
Jake did what he had the night before and relished the opportunity. In front of him was Adrian’s long, veiny cock that he knew had been sucked so many times by so many others, but tonight it was Jake’s and Jake’s alone. He licked the precum off the tip and groaned in appreciation. Then he slid his mouth under his balls feeling their weight on his tongue, then slid his tongue the full length of Adrian, mapping every vein, every crevice, paying special attention to his swollen head. It was magically hard and soft at the same time and was the source of the delicious precum and hopefully more. He was determined to coax the juice out that was waiting for him in Adrian’s balls so he tilted his head to slide the tip of his tongue across the slit of his cock. Adrian groaned and placed his hands on either side of Jake’s head and slid the full length into his mouth, all the way back to his throat, just like last night. Jake, no longer a novice cocksucker, took it all and hoped he’d have his face fucked like the night before.
This continued for at least fifteen minutes without a break. Jake’s jaw was sore, but in his new role, he felt he deserved it. He had willingly surrendered control. Adrian pulled out and said, “Look at you Jake, look what you’ve become. My personal cocksucker. How does that make you feel?”
Jake was taken back. Not by the vulgarity of the question or the realization that it was true, but by the thrill it gave him to hear himself being described this way. He had been called a cocksucker by his revered mentor and it had electrified him. He didn’t know if Adrian expected an answer or if it was a hypothetical, so he looked up into Adrian’s eyes. It quickly became clear, he expected an answer.
Jake was torn. Being on his knees felt right, more than right, but if he was forced to say it, it made it true. Couldn’t Adrian just let him suck away and ignore the reality of it, he thought to himself. But Adrian expected an answer.
“I love it, sir,” he confessed.
“I know you do,” Adrian replied, “and that’s ok. This doesn’t define you. This is a side that’s always been there and you can access it when you see fit. Tomorrow you’ll be back in front of the Board crushing it, but right now you’re my little cock sucking board boy”, he said smilingly.
Jake, relieved that they both knew this was just a part of Jake, smiled and got back to work.
Now behind him again, Adrian took a short piece of rope and connected the silver buckle on Jake’s collar to his restrained hands behind his back, creating a makeshift harness with which he could guide him.
Once secured, he used it to pull Jake back up to his feet and walked him into the bedroom. Adrian sighed, “There are so many ways I want to use you…things you need to learn. Where should I start?” he asked himself.
Then he added, “Let’s start here…” and pushed Jake gently onto the bed so he was folded over the bedside at the waist, knees on the ground, face down, ass exposed, hands still restrained behind him.
He caressed Jakes ass like it was a fragile porcelain doll, first with the back of his hand. “What a beautiful ass you have, board boy”, he smiled as he softly stroked the contour of Jake’s muscled glutes. “Remember what I did to this ass in Nashville?” Adrian asked with a bit of a sneer.
“Oh, yes sir…” Jake groaned.
“Did you like it boy?”
Louder this time, he repeated, “OH YES SIR”
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll do it again. Will you be a good boy for me?” he asked.
Now nearly whimpering with desire, Jake begged, “Yes….sir….”
But first….and without warning, Jake felt the sting of a flogger slash his glutes. He was so shocked he cried out “Arghhh!!!”. It was more surprise that actual pain, but it came so unexpectedly Jake couldn’t stifle his scream.
“Jake, I told you, you have to be a good boy. A good boy counts the lashes he receives.”
Jake knew enough to answer “One, Sir.” But he feared what was coming next.
The next came slightly harder, but at least he was expecting it, and he realized it the tails were actually soft, making each lash more theatre that actual pain. “Two Sir” he cried triumphantly.
Number three was noticeably harder, “Three, Sir.”
“Four, five, six, seven, eight all followed by Sir!” By number 8 it was real pain. Not unbearable, but enough that he wondered how many more he would have to endure. And whether he could.
Number 9 came down like a crack of thunder. “Number nine, Sir!” Jake cried with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. It stung like nothing he’d experienced.
“Do you want more, board boy?” Adrian asked.
“YES SIR” he yelled, secretly hoping it would be the last.
Adrian spread Jake’s legs, crouched down behind him, knelt and said, “I was going to see how much you could take, but your ass is so fucking sexy, I need it now. He gently rubbed his blazing red cheeks to sooth them leaving Jake with nothing to do but groan in appreciation and pleasure. It was otherworldly that he found being flogged arousing, but his cock was as hard as it’d ever been, and his punisher was now soothing him. The world had turned upside down. He couldn’t understand it, but he loved it.
With Jake’s cheeks spread as far as they could be, Adrian leaned in and teased Jake’s hungry hole with the tip of his tongue. Then he gave it one long lick, then pulled away and reminded him, “I told you you’d get rewarded if you were a good boy. You were a VERY good boy…”
“Ooohhhhh….” Jake moaned.
“You like that, boy?”
Jake was speechless. Adrian was hungrily eating his hole and for the second time in his life Jake was experiencing the pleasure he’d never known existed. “Oh…yes….sir….” he croaked.
Adrian was in a bit of uncharted territory as well. While extremely experienced, few, if any, of his “boys” had been first-timers like Jake. Jake’s extraordinary responsiveness was as much of a turn-on for Adrian as it was for Jake. He dove in like a starving man and almost tried to physically consume Jakes hole. He had his tongue so far up it he surprised even himself.
Before long, Adrian sensed Jake humping the mattress. “What do you think you’re doing, boy?” Adrian asked him.
Adrian immediately pulled away from him and awkwardly pointed Jake’s cock between his legs to the floor depriving him of any friction.
“I’m sorry sir, I just couldn’t help it. What you’re doing feels so….fucking…good.”
“Jake, you cum when I tell you you cum, is that clear? Remember, you turned over control. Who did you turn it over to?” Adrian asked.
“You, sir”, Jake responded, as saying those words sent an inexplicable thrill surged through his body.
Jake felt deeply conflicted. Physically, the rim job from Adrian had him seconds from shooting. And as appealing as that was, his desire to obey, to hand over control, was strangely even more appealing. Surrender was its own kind of orgasm.
“Up!” Adrian ordered out of nowhere and lifted him up to his feet with the makeshift harness that tied his wrists to his collar.
Jake wordlessly obeyed while Adrian untied his hands, laid him on his back, extended his arms over his head and retied them to the bedposts. Adrian stared down at the helpless and hopelessly erect Jake and sighed, “What a beautiful, beautiful boy. Now you’ll take what’s next. Whatever I decide to give you.” Adrian told him, didn’t ask.
Adrian stood and stared at the physically near perfect specimen who had given himself over. So many thoughts ran through his mind. Yes, he’d fuck him for sure, but he would make him earn it. He wanted to expose young Jake to some of the seamier sides of surrendering control.
He had an idea. “You liked it when I rimmed your hole, didn’t you?” Adrian asked.
“Oh, yes SIR!” Jake responded, assuming that meant Adrian would pick up where he’d left off.
“Good, now you’re going to learn how to do it,” and climbed over Jake, facing his feet, so his ass hovered over Jake’s face.
Before this moment, Jake had never really seen an asshole at this proximity, and certainly not in person. But he was mesmerized at how appealing it looked. It actually resembled a rosebud. No hair, fresh flesh, winking at him, inviting him to touch it with his tongue. He didn’t wait to be told; he lifted his head as far as the restraints allowed and took a long, but tentative lick of the hole.
“Good start, board boy”, Adrian purred. “Pretend the Board is watching you lick me, please me, making me cum. We’re in the middle of the board room and they’re all watching….”
That image send Jake over the edge. The thought of publicly submitting was another level of kink he’d never remotely considered and made his heart pound faster and harder.
“Yeah, that’s it boy…Darius is watching…your pal Cole is watching…”
When Jake heard Cole’s name he practically ripped himself out of the restraints to devour Adrian’s hole. The name pushed a button that Jake didn’t know existed.
And it wasn’t lost on Adrian…”Hmmm….” He wondered out loud. “It seems like the mention of Cole really gets you going. Maybe you’d like this…”and he pushed his ass into Jake’s face…” to be Cole’s hole you’re licking. Is that right board boy?”
Jake was frantic. The restraints and the loss of control alone was incredibly erotic. Then the fact that Adrian had offered him his hole to devour made it better. The thought of Cole being part of this supercharged Jake to a level that he could barely tolerate.
“Please, Sir..PLEASE!!” Jake begged.
“What is it boy? What are you asking for?”
Jake couldn’t answer because he didn’t know. All he knew that his level of erotic pleasure was unsustainable. Something had to give.
Adrian decided Jake had earned what he was longing for….a royal, helpless fucking. He climbed off of Jake, grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and crouched down between his legs and gently massaged a copious amount of lube up into his hole. Jake’s first fuck had only been three months ago in Nashville, but he’d fantasized about another one non-stop since then. Now his perpetrator, his owner, was prepping him for Round 2 and he couldn’t get enough. Although his wrists were restrained, he lifted his ass to give Adrian better access to his hole.
Adrian smiled as he inserted a second lubed finger, “Some little board bitch wants it bad…Tell me board boy….tell Daddy what you want…”
Jake didn’t hesitate. He had crossed into full slut mode, “Please sir, please fuck your boy, fuck him hard…he needs it so badly…”
Adrian continued his two-fingered exploration until he found his prize, Jake’s prostate, and rubbed around and over it….”Like this Jake?” he sneered
“YES SIR, PLEASE SIR, please fuck me right there…” he begged.
“I’m not sure you deserve it, Jake. Tell me why you deserve it”, he taunted him while massaging his P-spot.
“I’m your boy, Sir. I’m your board boy…please sir, PLEASE”, he begged shamelessly.
Adrian said nothing, leaving Jake wondering if he’d said something wrong. But he wasn’t even in control of his emotions or what came out of his mouth. He was, once again experiencing a level of ecstasy he never knew existed and all he knew was he wanted more.
Finally, Adrian spoke. “Ok boy, you’ve earned your Daddy’s cock. I’m going to fuck you slow and hard. But I have one condition”.
“Anything sir, anything, just fuck your boy…”
“You are not allowed to cum tonight.” He said it with the same calm he used for everything that mattered. “This is part of what I told you about at dinner. The protocol. I decide when you’ve earned your release.” He held the look. “Nod if you understand.”
Jake nodded. He didn’t trust his voice.
“Good boy.”
“No sir! What if I can’t help it?” he begged. “I’m already so close…”
“You cum now and it’s over. You. Me. This…” he added as he waved at the both of them, “…the mentorship. It’s over. You tell me when you’re close and I’ll slow down. Now, boy, shall I continued?”
“Oh fuck yes, sir. I’ll do my best…”
And with that, Adrian slid slowly up Jake’s shoot, non-stop, while Jake writhed below him, until Adrian was balls deep. Looking straight down into Jake’s face, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto Jake’s lips, he asked, “Now tell me boy, tell me…”
Jake had no idea what he was supposed to tell him but he couldn’t help himself from babbling. “Oh fuck Daddy, it feels so good. Please fuck your boy. I’ll tell you when I’m close. Please just fuck me”, and arched his ass up to push himself even deeper onto Adrian’s long veiny cock.
“I’m so close,” whimpered Jake afraid he’d lose control. Adrian immediately stopped thrusting allowing Jake to clamp down the potential ejaculation. Adrian laid on top of him, fully penetrated, motionless.
“Daddy”, Jake asked sheepishly.
“Yes, boy?” Adrian responded.
“You feel so good in me. I’m so full. I want this feeling to go on forever..” and then he instinctively started thrusting his hips for more friction. “Can you stay in me, like this, forever sir?”
“No, boy”, he answered as he started to slowly thrust in and out again. “You can’t, because I’m the one who decides, remember? And I’m going to shoot you so full of me it’s going to leak out your ears.”
“Yes sir, fuck me silly, please sir” Jake begged.
Jake wasn’t experienced to know exactly what to expect, but Adrian went stiff for a moment followed by the unmistakable feeling of streams of warmth in his rectum. Hot, liquid that filled Jake’s hole. He came…and came… and came. Jake was blown away by the sheer number of ejaculations and amount of jizz inside him. He’d fucked women plenty of time but never came with the volume and intensity Adrian just had.
Jake groaned with pleasure while Adrian laid on top of him, fully penetrated but softening, gently kissing Jake’s face. “What a good boy you’ve been, such a good, good boy”. That flattery, along with the hot mess still in his ass made Jake tremble with pleasure. “Thank you, sir, thank you so much”, was all he could utter.
Sadly, Jake felt Adrian soften to the degree that he slid out of him, along with some of the cum. Adrain quickly reached over to the bedside and pulled out the lube and something else Jake couldn’t see. Adrian was moving quickly so there seemed to be some urgency involved.
“Spread your legs again”, Adrian ordered. Clearly puzzled, Jake complied and felt something blunt at his hole, almost like a plug. “Deep breath, board boy. And push out,” Adrian commanded.
Jake felt something slide right back up his ass and, for a moment, painfully stretched him further than Adrian had. But once past that point, his hole contracted around what must’ve been a butt plug.
“You’re sleeping here tonight and you’re going to keep that in. It’ll keep my gift inside you and make sure you don’t leak all over the sheets.”
The sensation was 80% pleasure and 20% oddness. But Jake was so happy with how he’d pleased Adrian, he clamped his rectum around the base and curled up around a pillow waiting for Adrian to return so he could melt back into him. Adrian had excused himself to the bathroom to clean up and brought his phone along.
The second text to Cole went out just before one in the morning.
Adrian: Still awake?
Cole: Unfortunately. What's up.
Adrian: Thought you'd want to know he wore a collar tonight. His idea, essentially. I offered the choice and he asked me to put it on him.
The pause was longer this time.
Cole: You brought a collar to Atlanta.
Adrian: And a flogger. Light use. He responded well. Better than I've seen from someone this new to it. He’s got genuine instincts.
Cole: For submission.
Adrian: For trust. Submission is the expression of it. The trust is what's remarkable.
A pause. Then:
Cole: Why are you telling me this.
Adrian: Because you love him. Because you deserve to know he's in a good place. Because I think you'd appreciate what I'm seeing in him. As someone who knows him.
Cole: I know him better than you do.
Adrian: I know you do. It's not a competition. It's a fact I find useful.
Cole: Useful how.
Adrian: Still figuring that out. Good night, Ramirez.
Cole stared at his phone in the dark of his apartment for a long time after that. He thought about Jake, in a hotel room thirty minutes away, in whatever state a man was in after a night like the one Adrian was describing. He thought about himself, at thirty-one, in love with his boss, texting the man who'd gotten there first. He thought about the word useful and what Adrian had meant by it and found that several possible answers presented themselves, all of which he turned over carefully, and none of which he dismissed.
He put his phone on the nightstand. He looked at the ceiling. He did not, for some time, sleep.
-End of Chapter 4-
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