Dandruff

For once in Jacob’s life, things were looking up. A month had passed since he moved in with the Scofield’s. Harrison Academy wasn’t nearly as awful as his old school had been. He wasn’t failing any of his classes, none of the teachers seemed to hate him (that much), the other students didn’t pay him any attention after the new student smell wore off, and he fit in pretty well, especially with the group of stoners who had snagged him from day one. Every time they snuck around on the quest to get high, he would feel slightly guilty, remembering the talk he had with Felicity.

Thanks to his selectively active conscience, sometimes he passed on smoking with them, which was a lot harder to do than he would’ve liked. This frequently led to Tori calling him every emasculating word in the book to persuade him to take a hit, despite the fact that he always ignored her. He paid attention to those peer pressure pamphlets in middle school, thank you very much! Well, that and he was more stubborn than a centenarian donkey. Trent turned out to be surprisingly mature; getting the blonde to shut up after her jeering became overbearing. Jacob talked to him more than anyone else in the group. Garry was actually very sweet when he wasn’t being a dick, but he wasn’t around as much as the others since he trained for rugby with the team every chance he got. He was hot, though, so Jacob appreciated whenever he was around even though he was as tragically straight as they came. As for Claudia, well, he wished she’d shove a firecracker up her cunt. All she did was cling to Trent like some needy leech with breasts. What was more annoying was that she always complained about their frequent drug usage; she was the only one who didn’t indulge. Yet she wouldn’t stop hanging around and griping while they were doing it. Trent would eye her wearily when she did this. Their relationship was quite odd. It looked like Claudia was in love while Trent was merely tolerating her until something better came along.

Speaking of odd relationships, on Valentine’s Day Jacob found a rather unorthodox poem some secret admirer slipped into his locker. Letters were snipped from magazines and glued to a Hallmark card to express declarations of ‘love’. As if that wasn’t creepy enough, the poem itself was terrible. It read:

‘Roses are red
My balls are blue
Sugar is sweet
I want to fuck you’

Yeah, it was real romantic. At first he thought Tori was playing a joke on him. She had the audacity to not only be clueless, but terribly amused. Everyone else thought it was hilarious, too. In the end, he realised they knew nothing about it. It still freaked him out anyway. A secret admirer was a flattering thing to have, sure, just not one who massacred existing poems to write vulgar crap about how blue his balls are. Long story short, it ended up providing a blanket for a half-eaten cheeseburger in one of the cafeteria bins.

Every morning the gang would lie around beneath that same tree on the field, exchanging insults like formalities. At first it was rather irritating, but Jacob grew used to it. It was actually almost funny now, chiefly when a particularly good jab was hurled. At lunch they either ate in the cafeteria with everyone else or on seek shelter under one of the school’s many magnificent trees. Sometimes that Russell guy everyone was so creeped out by would sit somewhere nearby. He hated when that happened, because Tori would just ramble on and on about all the things she’d do with his various body parts (including his ‘long, artistic fingers’). Thanks to her, Jacob pretty much hated the boy now. And the Goth didn’t make things any better for himself in Jacob’s eyes by glaring at everyone over his obscure novels. Such an overinflated ego…

On the home front, Felicity had really taken a shine to the surly teenager. She was always fussing around him, making sure he was content and even helping him with homework, after she insisted he do it. It was nice having someone care about you, but she was getting in the way of his sex life! She had been working on mornings all the time, which meant she was home every evening, and that in turn meant no sordid escapades with Phoenix were possible. The lawyer was always busy, too. The only time they spent together was when he was driving Jacob to school, and that time consisted of trading insults or Jacob being fully ignored while the man talked to his clients on his Blackberry. The boy’s pride wouldn’t allow him to beg the arrogant git for what he so desperately craved. That wasn’t to say that he was content with jacking off until his wrist hated him as he thought about their one and only sexual encounter, but he would not give the bastard the satisfaction of holding something like that over his head.

It was a bit chilly this Saturday afternoon; the rare winter rain refusing to go away that morning. Jacob watched with amusement as Felicity paced the living room floor, asking herself if she’d forgotten anything. She was attending a conference on behalf of the hospital for the weekend with another doctor. Phoenix looked bored as he watched his wife walk back and forth, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on his designer denim-clad thighs. He looked rather uninterested for a man whose wife was going to be in another state with some other man. Oh well. Felicity was madly in love with him and she didn’t appear the kind to cheat, so he probably didn’t have anything to worry about. Or maybe he just didn’t care. It was hard to tell. Whenever she was around, he was another person. It was like he was acting or something. He’d said he loved her, but Jacob didn’t see how you could love someone and do half the shit he did. Whatever, that was their problem. He was just a lowly home wrecker. Who was he to judge how their marriage worked?

‘She’s Jennifer Aniston and I’m Angelina Jolie,’ he mused, ‘in hair colour and everything! Well, my lips aren’t that big… Jesus, I need to lay off the weed…’

“You’re going to be late for your flight if we don’t leave soon,” Phoenix broke the silence.

“I’m just making sure I have everything!” Felicity sighed. “You know travelling stresses me out.”

“You’re only going to be gone until Sunday night… I have no idea why you need eight pairs of shoes for that.”

“What’s your point?”

“I’ll bet you forgot something basic. On the bright side, you’ve got lots of shoes.”

“Yeah, exactly,” she missed his sarcasm in her distracted state. “I’ll just buy whatever I forgot. Let’s get going now.”

Phoenix pulled stood from his perch on the armchair and approached the lone, red carry-on suitcase. “I’ll put this in the trunk for you.”

“Thanks, babe,” she pecked him on the cheek. Jacob made a disgusted face at that.

As Phoenix rolled the bulky suitcase, he stopped as if suddenly remembering something. “You have your passport, right? You always forget that.”

“Of course I have my passport. I’m not completely stupid!” nonetheless she opened her large handbag and sifted through its contents. “See, it’s next to the plane tickets…on the bed. Shit!”

Jacob suppressed a laugh as the blonde sprinted up the stairs at superhuman speed in her strappy, blue stilettos. His hushed snickering made his presence known to Phoenix for what seemed to be the first time today.

“Get in the car,” the man said, beginning to walk with the suitcase rolling noisily behind him.

“No one said anything about me going,” the younger male frowned even as his heart fluttered. ‘He noticed me!’ the pathetic side of his brain squealed. He was seriously considering a lobotomy to get rid of that defective chunk of grey matter.

“You’re grounded. Why would I leave you home alone? To burn shit down? You’ve got a history of doing that.”

“One time and you never let me forget it… Wait, why am I grounded? I didn’t even know I was grounded!” he dragged himself lazily off the couch and followed Phoenix through the foyer and onto the porch.

“You’re grounded for being an idiot and getting yourself kicked out of school. I didn’t conveniently forget that.”

“That was such a long time ago…”

“I’m still paying for you to go to a very expensive school. I haven’t forgotten.”

“It’s not like you’ll miss the money…”

“What’s your point?”

“Felicity’s proud of my progress! Why do you have to be such an asshole?”

“Progress?” the Range Rover’s rear door almost smacked Jacob’s chin as it rose into the air. Phoenix proceeded to throw the red suitcase in with such force that if Felicity was present, he’d never hear the end of it. “Who are you trying to kid? Just because you haven’t been caught yet doesn’t mean you’re a saint. And you’d better hope you don’t get caught.”

“You could at least give me credit for not getting caught. That’s an improvement. Why can’t I do anything right to you?” Jacob made sure to fully move out of the way as the trunk door slammed shut.

“There are lots of things you can do right,” Phoenix looked down at him condescendingly. “For starters, putting that big mouth of yours to good use would be a real improvement.”

Jacob felt heat rush to his cheeks as Phoenix flashed him that arrogant smirk that made him want to bash the man’s skull in and kiss him all at the same time. Before he could weigh the pros and cons of either action, a blur of a familiar, grey uniform waddled past them. He raised an eyebrow as he watched Juanita scuttle past the fountain and descend the driveway.

“Oi, Juanita! Where’re you going?” he yelled to her.

“Home!” she replied over her shoulder, not stopping. “Mr. Scofield gave me the rest of the weekend off! See you on Monday!”

The way Jacob’s eyes snapped owlishly wide made Phoenix’s smirk become even more unfriendly. He leaned down so that his lips grazed the boy’s ear and whispered, “That’s right, baby. It’s just me and you this weekend.”
The innuendo dripped languidly down Jacob’s spine and he couldn’t stop himself from shuddering no matter how much he would’ve liked to. Phoenix seemed satisfied with this reaction; he ruffled Jacob’s hair and then made his way to the driver’s seat. Felicity came outside a few seconds later, locking the front door before running to the SUV. Jacob really had to give credit where it was due; that woman was a bloody athlete in those stilts she was trying to pass off as heels. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t tall as hell anyway. Not to mention that she was almost as tall as Phoenix in those things… Eh, women are weird.

The horn honked loudly.

“Get in the damn car!” Phoenix snapped.

Flipping the man a middle finger, Jacob opened the right backseat door and climbed in.

The scenery outside the window was boring the dribble out of him as they drove. He looked down at his bare feet. He’d forgotten to put shoes on when he was so brusquely invited to tag along. Glad it was so roomy back here, he comfortably threw his legs onto the soft seat. He rested his head against the cool pane of glass, his hair bunching up into a makeshift cushion. The dark curls were well past his ears now, looking very much in need of a haircut. But he liked it at that length; it went with his whole baby faced rebel motif. If it got any longer he’d probably be mistaken for a girl from behind, and maybe from the front by a few less than perceptive individuals. And that just wouldn’t do; he’d have to start remembering to get his hair trimmed from now on. Of all the things he could be doing, he was in the back of a car thinking about grooming. It should be illegal to be so bored.

“Doesn’t the radio work?” he drawled.

“Shut up,” was Phoenix’s polite reply.

“You’re not going to be so unfair to him when I’m gone, are you?” Felicity glared at her husband as she turned the radio on. “Any particular station you want?”

“None of that metal shit you listen to in your room,” Phoenix interjected before Jacob could answer.

“If I had an iPod, you wouldn’t have to hear it,” the boy said dulcetly. He’d wanted an mp3 player for a while, so now seemed as good a time as any to drop a subtle line. He could never have afforded one before, but Phoenix and Felicity were rich. That would be less than pocket change to them, right?

“I guess I can get you one,” Felicity poked her head around and smiled at him.

“Really?” he beamed.

“No,” Phoenix just had to piss on his parade, blue eyes narrowed warningly in the rear view mirror. “We give you enough money every week that you could buy one if you saved up.”

Jacob had to stop himself from announcing that his leftover cash went towards the ‘Weed Jar’ in the cubbyhole of Trent’s Mercedes.

“Uh… Lunch is expensive…” was his lame excuse.

“Then get a fucking job. Don’t I spend enough on your ass?” Phoenix was more jovial than usual today.

“What kind of job? Flipping burgers?” Jacob scoffed. He’d briefly dated a guy who worked at Burger King once. The dude could never get the alluring smell of grease and French fries off his skin. Not surprisingly, the relationship didn’t last that long, and Jacob swore he would never work in the fast food industry. “No thanks.”

“Oh, a job will build character! You should go for it!” Felicity chirped, ever the enthusiast. “The Laird’s are looking for a babysitter. They’re both surgeons at the hospital. They live a few houses down from us. Last time I heard, they haven’t found anyone they like yet. Their daughter, Miranda is so adorable! You’d love her!”

Two things were wrong with that sentence. The first problem; Jacob didn’t like children. They were snotty, annoying, and more immature than he was. Secondly; Jacob hadn’t met anyone in the neighbourhood. He’d seen some people occasionally on his way to and from school, but they just waved at Phoenix and disappeared into their luxury cars and posh houses. He didn’t really want to know these people. Instead of voicing his dislike of that idea, he just sulked.

The lawyer must’ve been some kind of vampire who feasted on misery, because he said, “I think that’s a good idea. He can befriend a six year old who has just about the same IQ as he does. You’re definitely trying out for that job.”

“Oh joy…” Jacob groaned unhappily.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” the blonde continued, “You might actually be really good with kids.”

“He’s not even good with himself,” Phoenix grouched.

Jacob couldn’t argue with that one.

At least he had the comforting thought that no one in their right minds would hire him to look after a child. He gazed at the rain clouds swarming in the sunless sky. It was going to be a wet evening. He hated rain. A car in the neighbouring lane whizzed past; the head of a golden retriever in a red headband hanging out the passenger window. He screwed his face up. Those dogs were in boxes, right? Why would you want to buy a car when dogs shat and pissed all over the seats before you even owned it? And that was his final thought before he nodded off, lulled to sleep by some boring love song on the radio.


==

Falling asleep with your neck at an uncomfortable angle was never a good idea. Jacob sat up and turned his stiffening neck experimentally. A yawn tore through his lips as he took in his surroundings. He was surprised to see he was still in the Range Rover…by himself. It was parked in front of the house. Not to mention the rain clouds ahead were looking more ominous than ever. That bastard had the audacity to let him snooze away in the locked car and just left him there! Didn’t children die that way because of heat or something?! He hadn’t even been awake to see Felicity off. Phoenix was such a jerk. He unbuckled the seatbelt, a smorgasbord of swear words at the ready.

He marched up the steps and onto the porch, only to realise that he didn’t have his key. He fished around in his pockets. Damn it; the only thing on him was his lighter. And as much as it would please him to burn the house down, it wasn’t the right time for that. So he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

There was no answer. He knew that motherfucker was in there, why wouldn’t he answer the door?!

He pounded the door harder this time, only stopping because his knuckles ached.

There was still no answer.

Then he remembered there was such a thing as a doorbell. He held the button down, fully prepared not to give up until the bloody door was open. He pushed the button over and over again. He could hear the racket it was creating inside. Sure enough, confident footsteps approached from the other side.

“Who is it?” Phoenix cooed tauntingly.

“Open the fucking door!” Jacob demanded.

“I’m afraid I don’t recognise your voice.”

“I can’t believe you left me in the car, you fucking BASTARD!” this time the boy kicked the door, immediately regretting it when pain shot up his leg. “Son of a bitch!”

The door swung open and Phoenix was privy to the show of Jacob hopping around, clutching his foot in agony. His squinted eyes widened when they landed on the lawyer leaning casually against the door’s frame.

“You are so pathetic. Come inside before I change my mind.”

“Fuck you,” Jacob muttered as he instantly regained composure and strode into the foyer. Eloquent he was.

He didn’t make it very far before he found arms snaked around his waist, a firm body pressed against his back. His heartbeat sped up as a hand slithered down his stomach, pushing up his shirt and caressing the skin above his jeans. God, he’d wanted this for so long, but yet he could feel anger filling him.

“Do you think you can just treat me like shit and I’m going to let you fuck me?” he spat acidly.

“That’s the idea,” Phoenix answered nonchalantly as his hand slipped down the boy’s pants. He tugged the flaccid cock through the thin boxers. “You don’t have a say in what I do, remember?”

“I’m not in the mood for this.”

“Yes, you are. You have been since the first time I touched you. I see the way you look at me like you’re starving…Aw, look you’re getting hard already, slut.”

“That’s a natural reaction which occurs when someone is playing with your dick. And stop calling me that.”

“Why? It’s what you are.”

Jacob successfully pried himself from the man’s hold.

“You’ve been getting laid! It’s not fair that I can’t! I’ve heard you and Felicity going at it unfortunately and I don’t know what you do after work!”

“What’s the matter? You can’t keep your legs closed for such a short time?” the barrister bridged the distance between them, pinning Jacob to a wall. “You’re mine. I don’t belong to you. I make the rules. You follow the rules. That’s the difference between us.”

“…Are you sniffing my hair…?”

“It smells nice.”

“You are seriously creepy! AH!”

A hand had wormed its way under his shirt where it was pulling and pinching a nipple cruelly. God, why was he surrendering to Phoenix like this? His back arched up off the wall as a tongue was shoved into his mouth and his nipple tugged particularly hard. Fuck. Who would’ve thought he would get off on pain? Phoenix pushed his knee between Jacob’s legs, making sure there was no way the teen could escape. And because he was above all, a dastardly man, he rubbed at the boy’s engorged cock through his jeans. Jacob sucked on his tongue desperately, hands moving up to unbutton the dress shirt he wore. Normally he wouldn’t allow that, but he was feeling generous today. He dragged his nails down Jacob’s chest, over his ribs and down his stomach, taking delight in the pleasured mewls that were breathed into his mouth.

But of course Jacob would have to ruin a good thing. The boy clamped his teeth down onto Phoenix’s tongue with such force that it was a miracle blood wasn’t drawn. Jacob used this momentum to punch Phoenix in the jaw and then escape, running blindly. A few seconds later, Phoenix was hot on his trail. If there was one thing Jacob could do, it was run.

“When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna tear your ass up!” the lawyer declared. Chasing Jacob was actually rather arousing, it appealed to his animalistic instincts. He’d never had to chase anyone in his life; this definitely kept things interesting. It would be so much more enjoyable when the nuisance was a writhing mess of lustful flesh beneath him.

Fingertips grazed the tail of his outer shirt. Phoenix was fast. Oh, right; he used to play rugby.

Shit.

They were in the kitchen now. Phoenix was on the other side of the round table, a crazed, predatory glint to his eyes. Jacob stood before the counter, trying to catch his breath. All that smoking was murder on his lungs. They were both sizing the other up, trying to predict the next move.

“You’re a sucker for punishment, aren’t you? You know disobeying me is a big no-no,” the man said dangerously. “But that’s alright; I’m going to enjoy it tremendously. I like breaking little boys.”

“You’re not getting anywhere near me!” Jacob put on a brave face. It was so hard not to just throw himself in the lawyer’s arms. Strands of Phoenix’s hair were wilder hanging over his face, his shirt open and showing off that deliciously chiselled body. The hungry look in those blue eyes was devouring Jacob whole.
Whenever Phoenix made a move, Jacob would take a step in the opposite direction. They were going around the kitchen table like children playing a foolish game.

And that was when the lawyer moved in for the kill.

Jacob threw a chair down which caught Phoenix by surprise, and so he tumbled over it. Jacob would’ve pointed and laughed if the asshole hadn’t gotten up a second later and lunged at him. The only way out was through the back door.

Rain was pouring outside; the looming rainclouds obviously having enough of lying dormant. The lawn alongside the house was muddy and Jacob came perilously close to falling many times. Only a few inches separated him from the older man, and as this chase went on that distance became less and less. Where was he even planning to go? He couldn’t get out; the gate was in the other direction. The only thing where he was heading was a bunch of trees and the pool. But on the bright side, the wall by the pool was lower than it was everywhere else. He could climb over it if he Phoenix would just slow down!

His bare feet skidded when they came into contact with the slippery concrete by the pool. Damn it. You weren’t supposed to run by the pool; you could crack your skull open or something. And the rain wasn’t helping. His wet hair kept getting in his eyes. He threw the pool chairs down as he dashed by them in hopes the barrister would fall over those, too. He looked over his shoulder and saw Phoenix was too close for comfort. Not to mention the fact that he’d discarded his shirt somewhere. Unfair tactics!

There was only one solution to get to the low wall.

He jumped into the frigid water, prepared to swim fully clothed to the other side. FUCK, IT WAS SO COLD.

“Are you crazy? What do you think you’re doing?” Phoenix stood at the edge of the pool, kicking his shoes off.

“Running away, what does it look like?” Jacob deadpanned, his teeth chattering despite the layers of clothes he wore. His legs were too tired to swim very fast. He was basically doggy-paddling.

The man just watched him with an arched eyebrow, his arms folded over his wonderful chest, rivulets of water cascading down his muscles as the rain continued to pour. Why did he have to look like an underwear model? It was rather distracting.

Okay, enough swimming. Jacob decided to take a rest on the fuchsia lilo which was floating around in the middle of the pool. ‘Thank you for leaving this here, Felicity,’ he thought mentally as he threw his upper body onto the pool accessory.

Every soldier knows it’s extremely unwise to turn your back to the enemy. Jacob definitely could use some military training. Phoenix took that opportunity to jump into the cold, chlorinated water, moving like he had gills. Jacob looked back when he heard the splash, panic coursing through him instantaneously. The Jaws theme music was going off in his head.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, kicking his feet and moving away rather anti-climactically, still supported by the lilo.

“Gotcha!” Phoenix grabbed onto his hair. “Too slow.”

Jacob’s loud protests could be heard from a mile off as Phoenix pulled him through the freezing water and out of the pool, where he threw him over his shoulder and lugged back inside the house.

“Put me down!” the boy pounded his fists against Phoenix’s wet back. They were on their way up the stairs.

“You’ve had your fun. It’s time for me to have mine.”

“You’re fucking psychotic!”

A smack on the ass made Jacob yelp. “That’s enough out of you. Shut up.”

In response, Jacob bit his back.

“Well, someone’s feisty today… You’d better pray that doesn’t leave a mark.”

Jacob couldn’t see thanks to his position, but he knew where they were going; the master bedroom. He was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed, his ass bouncing a few times and moistening the sheets. Without the lawyer’s body temperature to keep him warm, his soaked clothes made him shiver, the chilly air making it even worse. He watched, fascinated, as Phoenix peeled his wet jeans off, revealing the black boxer-briefs which clung to his crotch and thighs like a second skin. He now resented the fact that the first time they fucked, Phoenix was fully dressed. It was a sin to hide that body. Fighting the advances could wait for a bit.

“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” Phoenix was straddling his thighs now, manoeuvring him out of his outer shirt and the band tee beneath it like he was a marionette.

“It was cold…”

“Hmm…” the bigger man was standing again, this time yanking both Jacob’s pants and boxers off. The pale, damp skin radiated against the red sheets, pink nipples at full attention. Phoenix’s eyes roamed over the exposed form appreciatively.

Phoenix trekked over to one of the walk-in closets, opening and bending over to get something hidden at the bottom. Jacob watched him curiously, although he was more ogling the man’s ass than anything else.

“Okay… No,” Jacob made a move to get off the bed when he saw the handcuffs and a collar dangling from Phoenix’s fingers. His other hand was behind his back. This wasn’t looking good.

“After the stunts you pulled today, freedom hasn’t been earned.”

A brief wrestling session ensued. It ended with Jacob sprawled on the bed, hands cuffed behind his back. Phoenix was sitting on his ass, grinning victoriously as he lovingly placed the dog collar around the slender neck. Jacob wriggled around; trying to throw the pompous bastard off him, but all he succeeded in doing was rubbing his cock and nipples against the sheets, a wave of pleasure going through his body.

“You’re not going to behave, are you?” the weight on his back disappeared. He tried to writhe away, but getting up without using his arms was surprisingly difficult. An amused chuckle rumbled in Phoenix’s throat as he crawled in front of Jacob this time. He tilted the boy’s chin up, anger, fear, confusion, and lust swirling in those green eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t move,” he produced a leash in the hand which was behind his back. He attached it to the collar deftly and then tied it to a bedpost. “Move around too much and you’re going to choke yourself. And you know I wouldn’t mind that…”

The rare occurrence of Jacob being at a loss for words was taking place. Phoenix was scary and demented. He couldn’t remember why he wanted to have sex with him a second time now. His penis seemed to be enjoying this disturbing scenario, though; it was hard as a rock.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Oh, I’m forgetting something,” and then he was gone again.

When he returned, this time he was carrying a ball gag. Jacob was sure he was going to have a heart attack at this rate. This was too much. And unfortunately, there was nothing he could really do now seeing as how he was literally tied up at the moment. Screaming for help would be pointless; the house was so big his screams wouldn’t even reach the front door. He turned his head away when Phoenix attempted to put the bloody contraption on him.

“Aw, don’t be like that… I bought it just for you…” the lawyer sounded so gentle it was unsettling. Was he schizophrenic?

“I don’t want to do this.”

Phoenix wrenched his head back around and forced his jaw open. “That’s too bad for you.”
The red, rubber ball was shoved into his mouth, the black harnesses being buckled behind his head. Phoenix was leaning over him, the scent of chlorine, rain, and body wash creating a deadly, addictive fragrance that shouldn’t have been relaxing him.

“You look gorgeous like this. You’re much more attractive when you’re not talking.”

Many insults would’ve been spat if that stupid gag wasn’t stopping him from making any sound other than indignant grunts.

“Raise your ass up.”

Jacob stared at the man as if he’d lost his mind. Well, he probably had.

“I’ll be back in a minute. You’d better have assumed the position by the time I get back.”

Footsteps padded out of the room. A million thoughts were bombarding Jacob’s brain. All of them screamed for him to run away, but that was pretty much impossible now unless he managed to become Houdini. The best he could do was keep Phoenix happy to avoid anymore ridiculous punishments. He tried to move his wrists. That wasn’t much help. How the hell was he supposed to get on his knees when he couldn’t use his hands? He bent his knees and kept his shoulders down, trying to work out some sort of leverage. The first attempt led to the fucking leash almost choking him. The second and third weren’t much better. Why was the leash so short?! This was frustrating.

After several failed endeavours, he managed to get up on his knees, his bum up and his shoulders down. This was not even close to the most comfortable position he’d ever been in. Even his ever-present erection had gone on vacation. He gnawed on the stupid sphere angrily. He was going to get Phoenix back for this. Why did Felicity have to leave for the weekend?! She knew how Phoenix felt about him… FuckityfuckfuckFUCK.

“What a surprise. You actually followed orders!” Phoenix was back. Jacob wanted to look over his shoulder, but the leash pulled rather tightly when he tried. The lawyer, well more like the lawyer’s lower body, walked past him, his big, hard cock bobbing with his actions. Jacob’s mouth watered just thinking about having it in his mouth… Uh, what the hell was he thinking? He was beginning to think he might be almost as wrongly wired as Phoenix was. He watched as a large hand searched the contents of the bedside table, settling on a familiar tube of lubricant. Ah, his erection was coming back at the mere implication of sex.

“You’re in a lot of trouble, though. Hitting me, telling me ‘no’, throwing down furniture, running away from me…” the barrister spoke, vanishing from his line of vision once more.

The bed dipped with weight behind his prone form. A surprisingly warm thumb stroked the cool skin on his right ass cheek tenderly before two hands pulled them open, exposing his most hidden places. He buried his face into the sheets, feeling rather embarrassed for some reason. God, Phoenix really knew how to confuse him.

“How cute; you’re winking at me…” a hand reached around and roughly grabbed his cock. “And you’re dripping already… greedy, little slut. You’re just begging for a good fucking…”

A finger brushed the puckered entrance and a low whine escaped Jacob’s throat. Why was this happening to him? He wasn’t a bad person! Scratch that. He never killed anyone. The finger was torturing him, ghosting over his perineum and then toying with his balls. Abruptly, all physical contact ceased.

Suspense was killing the bound male; he was horny, on-edge, and he knew Phoenix was up to something.
The man smirked at the small tremors rocking Jacob’s body. The poor thing wouldn’t know what hit him.

The sound of flesh being smacked bounced off the walls. Jacob gasped in shock, his teeth sinking into the rubber. His knees almost gave out. What the fuck did he just get hit with?! It stung like a bitch!

Phoenix laughed cruelly at the quickened breaths Jacob was releasing. A red bruise was already starting to form. He tapped the riding crop’s leather tongue lightly on the boy’s lower back.

“I told you that you were in trouble. Nothing a good flogging can’t fix, eh?”

The whip crashed down on his ass again, this time on the other cheek.

“Keep count. I want to hear how many times I hit you when I’m done.”

‘That’s easy for you to say, you cunt!’ Jacob would’ve liked to say.

Lash after lash kept crashing down on the pale ass, the pain becoming much more than the teen could handle. Tears were running down his face, drool pouring from the sides of his mouth, and pre-cum running down his thighs. He was making a mess of the sheets below. This was too much. He had no fucking idea how many times that stupid whatever-it-was came into contact with his poor posterior. He lost count after eight.

“I think you’ve had enough, don’t you?” Phoenix asked after what seemed like an eternity. He stroked the reddened ass, always one to enjoy how warm skin felt after a good spanking. “And you’re still hard, too? What the fuck are you crying about then?”

Obviously there was no verbal answer.

“Don’t worry. You actually did a pretty good job. Good boys get rewards.”

It was strange how the only time Phoenix complimented him was for something like this. It was stranger that he reveled in it.

The lawyer opened the tube of lubricant, coating the handle of the riding crop with a copious amount. Jacob moaned miserably as a raw ass cheek was none-too-gently pushed out of the way. Something slick and hard was being worked inside him, and was much too small to be Phoenix’s cock. It was probably the thing he got hit with. He sighed disappointedly. He really wanted Phoenix to fuck him. But he couldn’t deny that this felt good, too. He needed to get off. His cock felt like it was on the verge of exploding.

“Feel better?”

Jacob shook his head, his hair a muddle of damp tendrils. This wasn’t what he wanted. The handle slipped in and out of the tight hole at an unhurried pace. Phoenix knew what Jacob wanted, but he wasn’t going to make things that easy. Not after that stellar chase he was forced to go through. He grabbed the boy’s cock and jerked him off as he continued to pleasure him with the riding crop.

It didn’t take long for an orgasm to rock Jacob’s body. Cum splashed on his stomach, some trickling down onto his thighs. Phoenix withdrew the implement and tossed it somewhere on the mattress. He got off the bed and untied the leash from the bedpost, rolling his eyes when Jacob collapsed, quite dramatically in his opinion. He grabbed the youth’s hair to hold his head up so he could get the ball gag off. Before Jacob could talk, he asked, “How many times did I hit you?”

“…What did you hit me with?” Jacob was surprised to find he was hoarse.

“A riding crop. Answer the question.”

“…eight?” he sounded hopeful.

“…Fifteen.”

“Close enough.”

“I’m not going to hold it against you tonight,” Phoenix said ‘magnanimously’ as he got the handcuff keys from somewhere and unlocked them.

Jacob was glad to have his hands back. He slowly sat up, glaring at Phoenix as he did so. The glare turned to a look of puzzlement as the lawyer reclined on his elbows.

“You had your orgasm. I want mine. Ride me,” the man’s erection twitched to make sure the point was made.

As much as Jacob would’ve liked to put up a fight, he probably wanted it more than Phoenix did. Besides, this was obviously the only way he was going to top… He straddled Phoenix’s hips carefully. The barrister held his cock upright and used the other hand to guide the younger man carefully onto his prick. Or at least that’s how it started. He pushed Jacob down onto it relentlessly, a startled howl of pain erupting.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Jacob panted, his nails digging into the other’s shoulders. He felt like he was going to literally be split in two. It was like someone forced a hot, metal rod up his ass.

“Stop being a baby,” Phoenix scoffed, thrusting up into the warm passage tryingly.

“Give me time to adjust. Hey!”

Phoenix ignored the boy’s pleas and lifted him off his dick, forcibly pushing him back down on it. It still hurt, but it jabbed his prostate directly that time. He moaned throatily. He was beginning to think he got off on everything Phoenix did to him. The lawyer continued to bounce him up and down effortlessly, his head thrown back and eyes closed.

“Fuck… you feel good…” he panted.

And suddenly the world shifted. Jacob found himself flat on his back, a leg thrown over Phoenix’s shoulder as the man continued to fuck him brutally. His hips felt disjoined as the man continued to use him. The force of those thrusts shook his entire frame and he couldn’t hold back his moans even when he bit his lip.

“I was doing… all the work…anyway,” Phoenix smirked. He basically had the boy bent in half as he pounded his ass mercilessly. Jacob watched, transfixed as a bead of sweat meandered down the side of Phoenix’s face and onto his thigh, where the lawyer then licked and bit.
Phoenix was staring at his cock sliding in and out of the reddened hole, the way it clutched desperately when he pulled out as if trying to suck him back in.

Jacob reached down and grabbed his weeping member, squeezing it hard to stave off the orgasm he knew he was about to have if the burning in his stomach and the twitching of his thighs was anything to go by. His eyes widened when Phoenix’s fingers played with his bottom lip.

“Suck them.”

Obediently, Jacob opened his mouth, taking the lawyer’s index and middle fingers into his mouth greedily, sucking them like he would a dick. The hand that was squeezing his dick ended up wanking it instead. Phoenix mimicked the motions of his cock, thrusting the fingers in and out of the boy’s mouth.

“You are so fucking hot… Cum for me,” he panted.

And that was all it took. Jacob arched off the bed, an orgasm ten times more intense than his first hitting him, ropes of semen shooting onto his chest. The walls contracted almost violently around Phoenix, bringing him to a startlingly strong orgasm as well.

He collapsed onto the smaller body, bracing his weight on his forearms to avoid squashing the boy. Their heavy breathing was the only noise in the bedroom. Jacob felt like he was in another world. Even the pains assaulting his spent form weren’t enough to bring him down from his high.

“What are you going to do about these sheets? There’s cum and all sorts of stuff on them… Felicity will be back before Juanita comes to work…” it was a random question, but looking at the bed made him wonder.

“Like I would let Juanita wash these?” Phoenix shook his head, rolling next to Jacob. “You’re doing the laundry.”

“What?!”

“Shut up. I’m basking in the afterglow.”

Jacob sighed. This was going to be a long weekend.


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The Munez Feed:
This chapter is dedicated to Lexiie. Because he puts up with my ranting and he was having a lame day. Thank you to everyone for the feedback. So, here’s some sex. Yeah, baby, yeah. This was a longer than usual chapter, too. Such an adorable relationship these two have…
Time for a mini rant; I was 98% done one of my research papers, then the electricity went out for less than a second… Auto-save barely saved anything. Then the internet wouldn’t work for two hours. I went insane. Yeah.
Oh and one reviewer made me pretty happy by saying she/he was reading my recommended stories. I had no idea people even visited my author page. *snort* I do read a lot of stories, it’s just I take forever to finish them because I’m so busy these days. I’ll definitely be adding more to the list when I have time. Man, this author’s note was longer than the fucking story.

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