Debt and Ownership

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Jake watched the blonde turn over in the bed and wondered if Mason typically let his women sleep in the room or if this was just a manner of self deprivation. He rolled one shoulder, where he’d been certain Marcus dislocated it the previous morning. For nearly a week the two sparred every morning, this morning there had been blood as Marcus plowed into his face with a fist. Sleeping on the floor at odd hours of the afternoon when Mason remained in doors was wreaking havoc on his neck and spine. Then again, Mason’s bed was the only one he had in the apartment. Jake sighed heavily and shook the weariness away.

“Get me a drink.” Mason sat up in the darkness and didn’t bother to cover himself as he moved to the shower.

“Yes sir.” Jake poured the dark liquor into the glass and moved to the bathroom. Through the shower door he could see the foggy image of his former lover’s back. Mason stepped out and grabbed the towel from the counter. Jake forced his eyes forward, ignoring the brush of fingers against his own as Mason took the glass from him.

“Take her out to Obi.” Mason ran the towel through his hair quickly.

“Yes sir.” Jake felt his body immediately responds to the words as the passed over his lips. He cringed when he thought about how well trained his body had become. He awkwardly toward over the woman and shook her awake. She quickly got the picture and let him lead her from the room, her pile of clothing in hand. Obi escorted her down the hall to the bathroom.

Jake sighed as he re-entered Mason’s bedroom. He didn’t want to but he knew that he hadn’t been released for the evening.

“I heard you and Marcus have a problem.” Mason didn’t bother to mask the cold look in his eyes.

“No sir.”

“I don’t think Obi would lie.”

Jake mentally made a note to talk to Obi. He wasn’t a child to be looked after and there was no reason to go running to Mason every time someone got in his face. “No sir.” He wasn’t Mason’s lover any more there was no reason for Mason to protect him from the other men.

“You and Marcus have a problem.”

“No sir.”

“Explain.” There was no amusement or patience in the tone.

“Marcus and I had a disagreement. We’ve settled it.”

“I don’t like dysfunction amongst my leads.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.”

“So which one of you do I cut?”

Jake looked down at his hands. It’d take him quadruple the time to pay off Mason without the job, maybe even the rest of his life. Alice had bills to pay and he didn’t want her to pull out of her classes. He couldn’t hide poverty from her if she was living right there with him though. It was hard enough talking up the apartment that she never even saw. Freedom to live or die as long as he made payments was simply beyond his comprehension. He could work two jobs, maybe even three and get enough to keep them both above water. He took a deep breath. The panic inside him threatened to shake loose a sob.

“Get out.” Mason stood up and placed his glass on the table.

“Yes sir.” Jake stood up, his fingers clenched together tightly as he fought the lurking need to throw up. He hand shook on the door knob as he turned it. Obi stood in the hall and Jake clenched his jaw in acknowledgement. He pushed past the bodyguard and into the hall. He stared down at his hands on the rim of the sink. Walking down the stairs, he took a deep breath, unsure of where he was going.

Jake didn’t anticipate his legs collapsing beneath him on the stairs. He sat for a long while, his body shaking with panic, fear, appreciation, relief. Mason was going to cut him loose. He wouldn’t be free of the rest of the debt but he certainly wouldn’t be this any longer either.

There was so much to get done and so much to get used to again. Jake ran back up the stairs. The apartment door was unlocked and Jake immediately pulled his duffle from the closet. His cloths were the only things that remained of his life before Valda Mason. His jeans smelled of old detergent. The bathroom light was still on as he pushed inside to change into street clothes for the first time in almost a year.

The jeans fit better than they had before, sitting around his more muscular waist more comfortably without the tight belt. The t-shirt was so tight that it bordered on obscene in the way it pulled tight over his arms and barely hung loose against his stomach, his shoulders and upper chest pulled at the material. The sneakers felt oddly constrictive after spending so much time in the comfortable dress shoes. He felt taller, different; like all of his clothing was too tight. The long brush of his hair hung low against his chin.

The step out of the bathroom felt like the first step in a life time.

“Going out?” Obi turned the corner of the hallway and wore a clear look of surprise on his face. The last time Jake left was the first time he’d nearly been late to work. It was also the last time.

“Getting out while I still remember how.” Jake took a deep breath. “Mason’s getting rid of me.”

Obi gave him an odd look. “Don’t stay out too late, Jake.” Obi gripped one of his shoulders. “You’re going to need the energy in the morning.”

“Mason told me he’s cutting me. I’m gone Obi.”

“I don’t think you understood, kid.” Obi sighed. “No one just walks away.”

Jake stepped forward. “What is the worst that can happen tomorrow…. He tortures me some more… maybe he’ll beat me bloody again and then make me run that stupid ‘gauntlet’. Maybe he’ll can me and triple my debt. What else could he possibly do Obi? Tell me. Kill me. Then he gets no money and no satisfaction.”

“Look.” Obi wiped his face. “Just trust me and stay in tonight. Mason will expect you at his door as usual. He won’t be amused that you whipped out your old things either. I’m surprised he let you keep anything at all.”

“He didn’t let me. He doesn’t care. Mason is the one that told me to get out. He’s the one that says he wants to cut me out. He’s not fucking me anymore Obi. Why do you keep pretending like he gives a shit? He had his fun and now I’m just the troublesome ex-fuck toy that gets looked down on by the rest of the men. It’s time we all stopped pretending otherwise. It’s not like I earned the job.” Jake growled. “I’m not going to sit around and wait like a good little dog for him to beat the hell out of me in a few hours.”

Obi sighed. “Just be back here on time, Jake. Until I’m told otherwise you’re still on my team.”

Jake shrugged off the hand and stormed his way out of the building. The thought of being free was more of a pipe dream than anything else, but he couldn’t deal with the games anymore. It was bad enough being Mason’s call boy. He just couldn’t take another night of following him around and watching him have sex. All day he was in physical pain and all night he was punished for daring to beg. So Mason would have him beat-up and kicked out on the street. Tonight he could pretend he was free at least.

For a long while, Jake just moved through the streets. Sooner rather than later, Jake found himself in the clubbing district. The evening was getting late as Jake bought his way into club after club, finally finding the tone of music that fit the feeling in his chest. He sat at the bar, sipping at his drink and watched the crowd bump and grind.

“Not much of a dancer?”

Jake turned and smiled at the short red head to his right. “Not really.” He admitted, leaning down to speak closer to her ear. “You look like you’d be a great dancer.”

“Not really.” She blushed and pushed her hair back behind one ear.

“I’m Jake.” He offered his hand.

She blushed, “Claire.”

‘Can I buy you a drink while we watch?”

“Sure.” She pushed her hair back behind one ear.

“What are you drinking?” Jake turned around waving a bill in his hand.

“Rum and coke.”

Jake nodded and finally caught the bartender.”

The man next to him grinned broadly.

Jake smiled and nodded at him, the tension in his chest.

A hand coming up to touch his back, “I’m Derrick.”

“I’m not interested.” Jake pulled away from the hand and stared at the bartender like he was the most interesting person in the room. Turning back to Claire he smiled, “So what are you up to this evening?”

She smiled back, “My friends invited me out for the night, and I’m sort of a home body to be honest. That and I work nights too so I don’t really get a lot of time off to be honest.”

“Sounds reasonable.” There was a long pause in conversation and Jake nervously tapped at the bar top. Unintentionally he turned back toward the man with the brown hair and the smirk to his left.

“Are you sure?” There was a gleam in the man’s eyes that made Jake wonder if maybe Mason had let slip to more than just other mafia families.

Jake ignored him and quickly ordered the drinks, making a show of his tapped fingers and tipping his back toward the other man.

“I’ll see you later.” The man whispered in his ear and grabbed his ass.

Jake had to fight the urge to turn around and slam a fist into the other man. Instead he smiled and handed Claire her drink and they both walked away together. “Here you go.” The music was quieter as they moved away from the bar.

“So you’re here with friends then.” Jake smiled over the rim of his glass.

“Yeah, but they’re really into the club scene.” She pointed to a group of women in the midst of the dance floor. “I’m not really one for all of that.”

“I’m sure you’re fine.” Jake smiled and downed the last of his drink. “Come in.” He took her hand and eased her into the crowd. They danced slowly at first, just falling into slight, hesitant movements. Either the liquor or the music must have hit because suddenly they were dancing in full speed, their bodies pressing together and brushing apart again with the beat. Her hips found the cradle of his palms and Jake knew that she wanted him. She pulled his head down into a kiss sometime after their second round of drinks. Her lips were wet with the coke and her breath was panting with the exertion of dancing.

He didn’t remember the blur of the taxi line or the short trip to her apartment that was peppered with hot kisses and kick stolen caresses in the darkness. They moved up the stairs, laughing about a joke that Jake couldn’t remember the first half of before they stumbled into the apartment. She offered him a drink as she chugged from a bottle of water. The kitchen light was bright overheard. He faintly felt his eyes winced and try to stay shut as he waited for her to finish her drink. Her hand was soft and small in his own as she kissed him again and walked backwards down the short hallway. They were lit from above, the shadows of her bangs across her face cut through the curve of her lips. He leaned into another kiss even as the jerk of the door opened in front of him. He didn’t see much of the room in the darkness. She didn’t bother with the lights as they pushed forward and she fell back onto the bed. His hands reached down to gently squeeze her butt and the surprised squeak she made only made him want her more. He was over her, leaning against the soft press of her breasts and relaxing into the space between her legs.

Fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers as he pulled his shirt over his head. For whatever, the sheer size of her body caught him by surprise.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and made a groan as he petted down her chest.

He licked and nipped at her nipples while rubbing one hand slowly on her stomach. He tasted a soft sigh in his mouth as he kissed her again. His patience left completely and he pushed her skirt up and immediately shoved aside her panties.

“Not so fast.” She whispered with a joyful laugh and pulled his face back up to kiss her again. “We have all night.”

That wasn’t true but he couldn’t tell her that and he most certainly didn’t want to talk about the building frustration coursing through his system. Instead he kissed her softly and gently laid over her. “Condom.”

The word seemed to catch her off guard and she nodded, reaching into the drawer to her right. She pulled the condom out like it was something to be hidden and quickly handed it to him with a blush across her lips.

He let it rest on the bed and continued to kiss and stroke her until she was pleading in the dark for him.

“Inside me.” She kissed him again, grinding her hips up to him in small circles. “Please.”

He nodded almost drunkenly and ripped the foil. She was warm and wet and open to him, but even as he entered her he couldn’t help but marvel at the idea that this was the first time he’d had sex in which he was the one penetrating in over a year. Before Mason there had been no time and after Mason… there had only been Mason.

She moaned and sighed softly at the slow sweet pace he set. Completely lost in the experience, she was unaware that his mind was elsewhere.

It lasted longer than Jake thought it would. He thought that in a few moments the sheer pleasure and revitalization of being the penetrating partner would drive him over the edge of reason into the insanity of climax. Only as hard as he pushed himself and worked his body toward climax he couldn’t get even close to coming. Her body was warm and soft as she moved against him and the pleasure tickled at the edges of his senses but there was no ultimate pleasure to be had even when he finally came inside the latex of the condom.

A few long moans later, his partner sighed her contentment.

The darkness of the room didn’t bother him, nor the small figure tucked against him. His mind still shifted and turned like boulders over the edge of a cliff, tumbling and pushing thoughts aside in their wake. He waited until she was asleep before sliding out of her bed and groping in the dark for his clothing. A quick trip to the bathroom and he was free of the smell of her body.

The night was getting later and the air was cooling down under the weight of what was soon to be fresh rain. He couldn’t bring himself to return to the apartment and he couldn’t quite convince himself that he shouldn’t head back in that direction. It wasn’t long before he found himself inside the same club. He didn’t crowd close to the bar; he just leaned against one wall and watched the crowd of people begin to thin out.

“I thought I might see you again.”

Jake snapped his head to the side and saw the man from the bar. “What the hell do you want?”

“She didn’t really satisfy you did she?” He leaned in close, one broad arm against the wall which tilted in counterpoint to the smirk on his lips.

“I told you before that I’m not interested.” Jake started to move only to have his arm stopped by one meaty palm.

“You’re not getting away without a taste first.”

Before Jake could think to argue, lips crashed into his, his entire body pushed into the wall of the club. Behind him, Jake could feel the faint base echoing through the walls and in front of him the pulse of the other man’s heart raced against his chest. At first he was too shocked to do much, but the surprise quickly wore off and he pushed against the man’s chest with as much force as possible. To his credit the man took a few steps back.

“You’re stronger than you look, kid.” Derek leaned in close again, “To tell you the truth it turns be on.”

Jake shook his head and attempted to move away again.

Derek cut in front of him again, “Look, I’m not trying to be a jackass but you really seemed to be into it a moment ago. Maybe you should just go with it.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but I’m not interested.” Jake felt his entire body start to wear down. After all of this fighting and conflict he just wanted one night without complications.

“I know that I could give you a good time.” Derek held up both hands, “You look like you could use a night without over thinking it. So you obviously enjoyed the kiss.”

The brush of Derek’s hand against his now hard cock made Jake mentally shiver.

“-why don’t you just not think about it and let me take care of you.” Derek leaned in close again. “I promise you won’t be able to think a single though. You won’t have the brain cells.”

Jake sighed and let the other man’s hands rest on his hips. “What was your name again?”

“Derek.” He whispered into the swirl of Jakes ear and chuckled at the shudder.
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“Jake.” His voice was still tense with indecision.

Derek didn’t waste another moment forcing his tongue back into Jake’s mouth. The mental resistance was clear and Derek wrenched Jake’s head back with a hand full of hair, immediately the smaller man sank into him while parting his lips for further explanation. “I think I know just what you need.” Derek spoke against Jake’s lips and led him out of the club.

Another round of taxi waiting wasn’t exactly what Jake had in mind, so he sighed with relief when Derek just began to guide him down the street and away from the club. The taller man didn’t say anything; there was just the silence of the night and the thud of their feet against the pavement. Jake began to doubt that anything could make this swirling in his head disappear. He let out a gasp as Derek suddenly pushed him sideways into an alleyway.

Jake opened his mouth to protest, when the other man promptly shoved his tongue into his mouth and pressed Jake up against the wall, “I didn’t think that you were looking for all night.” Derek grinned and plunged in for another rough kiss, his fingers immediately began to push up Jake’s shirt until those broad hands were all over his chest.

Two fingers pinched his nipples and when they tweaked them in either direction, hard, Jake gasped and moaned.

“Fuck yeah.” Derek cursed at his luck and began to shove Jake into the wall again before applying pressure to his shoulders.

It wasn’t long before Jake was kneeling in the alleyway and staining his pants with whatever might litter the ground. His face pressed into Derek’s crotch as the other man rubbed his face into his jeans.

“Unzip me.”

Jake didn’t bother with his hands, after one embarrassing night with Mason; he was perfectly able to unzip them with just a flick of his tongue and a tug of his teeth. He didn’t pay attention to the groan above him. So he moved to kiss and lick at the flesh he revealed. Two broad hands planted themselves in his hair and he allowed them to push and pull him where they liked. Derek was right. It wasn’t long before the thick length filled his mouth and he needed to concentrate entirely on his breathing do he didn’t choke on the heat in his mouth.

Derek fucked the length of his cock in and out of Jake’s mouth and before long was tugging Jake to his feet with a fist full of hair. “Enough of that.”

Jake took his first breath of air and didn’t have time to think before the other man shoved him into concrete siding of the building. His face mashed up against the wall and a hand shoved into his pants. There wasn’t even a moment to adjust before two fingers shoved inside of him making him scream into the palm of a well placed hand.

“Oh yeah. I think you need it nice and rough.” Derek growled in his ear and pressed up against Jake, pulling his fingers out of Jake only to roughly handle his cock. “You’re still hard, you slut.”

Jake just nodded dumbly, wincing as the hot length pressed in him. He bucked in an attempt to get away, unsure if there was a condom on his partner or not.

“Relax. I have a condom on but I don’t have any other lube.”

Jake gritted his teeth and screamed into the palm of the hand over his mouth and the sheer pain of the forceful entry wiped all thoughts from his mind. Derek was big, not huge but larger than average and the two fingers that preceded his quick entry didn’t do a thing to loosen up his muscles. Ultimately there was just pain, raw and unbridled. Tears dotted his eyes and Derek pressed flat against him, his clothed body against Jake’s naked back and vulnerable ass.

“Hurts doesn’t it.” Derek whispered before biting at Jake’s earlobe. With one sure hand, he ghosted his fingers over Jake’s dick.

The whisper of fingertips against his cock even as the concrete pressed his dick into his stomach, the contrast making him squirm and gasp at the way the sharp pain changed.

“That’s it, loosen up and take my dick.”

The first stroke in and out was nothing short of painful. The second wasn’t better. Jake ground his teeth together and let out another grunt of pain. He wasn’t sure if he was bleeding or if he was getting used to the feeling because Derek’s movements became less intrusive with each thrust. Grunts and groans still puffed from his lips and his fingers ached as he attempted to grip at the wall and ground himself in something other than the act itself.

As if he could predict what was going on inside of Jake head, Derek pried Jake’s hands from the wall and pulled them back behind his back, capturing them in one large palm.

Jake face pressed up against the wall, scratching back and forth as he rocked with the movements of the body behind him.

“Stay with me, boy. No running away.”

With that and another stroke Jake finally felt the first burst of pleasure over his prostate that send a low moan careening out of his mouth. “Yes.”

A low chuckle behind him answered, “It’s about time. I was beginning to think that you really weren’t into this like I thought you were.”

The pace was brutal and their bodies began to slide together as the heat between them built up and slipped against their skin. There were no gentle touches. A hand wrenched back Jake’s hair and he moaned loudly, his body arching back in the bliss and the pain.

“That’s right, you like a nice thick cock forcing its way into you.” Derek purred and stepped back, forcing Jake to bend over further and opening him up to even harder thrusts. His hand moved to Jake’s hip.

Without thinking, Jake reached up and pressed his palms against the wall, pushing against it and back onto the punishing length inside him. “God yes.”

Derek let his palm smack against Jake’s ass, no longer caring if anyone might stumble upon them, the loud echo of hand against flesh made Jake shiver.

The hard hits were turning his as into a warm inferno and his body ached for release and his scalp burned with the sharp tug of his hair. “Harder,” he growled under the grueling pace. It wasn’t long before his entire body seized up in complete and total orgasm. Everything about him purred and ached. The rough fucking didn’t end though. Derek continued to shove into him and use his body, drawing out the pleasure until it was painful again. When Jake was on the verge of panic Derek finally stiffened and stilled behind him with just a few more hard thrusts.

“Damn that was amazing.”

Jake nodded and swallowed heavily, “Yeah.” His voice didn’t seem to want to work at all. His pants scratched against his skin as he pulled them up from around his ankles.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?’ A look of concern moved across his face.

“No.” Jake laughed at the raised eyebrow. “I mean yes, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“I’m glad.” Derek smirked again, his confidence restored as he leaned in to steal another demanding kiss. “Call me if you want to hook up again. You got a sweet ass.” He pressed a card into Jake’s back pocket before stealing another kiss.

He didn’t bother with an answer. He wiped his face, well aware that he at one point he’d literally in tears over the pain and it hurt when he moved. He looked down at his watch and couldn’t find it in him to panic at the time. Slowly he staggered out of the alleyway and stumble d toward hell.