Debt and Ownership

[Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.]

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Time changes everything. A few months saw the end of the scrawny kid living on the brink of poverty and the beginning of Mason’s newest pet. Life is many things, but it’s rarely kind and never fair. A few months time can bring nations to their knees and see entire peoples wiped from the earth. What chance did one young man have?

The simple laminated ID slid across the counter toward the clerk. Barely taking a look at Jack, the clerk typed in the CCW number in the computer. The card belied its purpose, looking so much like a simple license that unless one actually took to reading it, one probably wouldn’t notice. Jake stared at his photo and put it back in his wallet. When the guns slid over the counter, he quickly snapped the clips in with practiced grace and placed one in his side holster and the second in his leg holster. The weight felt heavy like tumors growing against his side and leg.

“Everything go okay, kid?” Obi’s smiling face.

“Fine.” Jake nodded as he entered the car.

They drove in silence back to the apartment for a while. “You’ll get used to it.”

Jake nodded his head, doubting that he’d ever want to get used to it. “Where are we headed now?”

“Offsite training.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, well now that you have your weapons I figure you might like to get used to them.”

“I’ve been training with the same model.”

“Not the same though. These are newer. The safety is in a different spot. You’ll need to get used to the feel of the new grip.” Cut off by the sharp plain ring of his cell phone, Obi’s smile disappeared. “Hello...”

The sight of the other man’s jaw tensing and his hands gripping tight on the steering wheel, made Jake reach for his seatbelt and click it place.

“We’re on our way.” Obi clicked the phone shut and made an immediate turn, throwing Jake into the door of the car.

“What the hell was that about?”

“Boss has a bad feeling.” Like that explained everything.

“And that means…”

“That means we’re hauling ass because you’re going to get a chance to use those guns for keeps.” The laughter was gone from Obi’s voice.

The car pulled up the office building as if it were any other day in the business district. Obi got out of the car, locking it with a press of the button. Jake moved to the elevator and Obi shook his head motioned to the stairs. Somewhere around the second floor Obi turned to him, a grim look on his face. “Look, Jake. I hoped that Mason would cut this out and see that you just aren’t made of the same stuff as Leon and I, but it looks like you’re going to be stuck with us. You’re most likely going to use that gun today, kid. This isn’t a game. The second shooting starts use it and aim to kill, because these guys aren’t pulling punches.” Obi didn’t say anything else.

As they exited on the tenth floor, Jake noted the wave of men that headed toward the elevator. Maybe ten or twelve of them in suits with one nestled in the center but clearly running the pack.

Obi walked into Mason’s main office and the secretary nodded him in. “Boss.”

“I’m going to leave in twenty minutes. We’re walking out and meeting the car three blocks south of here near the new construction.”

A single nod and Obi took a seat on the couches in the office. Jake didn’t bother to blush at the thought of how many times Mason took him against those couches in the past two or three months.

Mason left, His jacket lay over his shoulders rather than over someone else’s arm. The same casual footsteps led them down the street.

Stickling close to Mason’s side, Jake kept his now typical position whereas Leon preceded them in order and Obi trailed. Maybe Mason had been wrong and nothing was going to happen after all, just Obi fucking with him, but a tension in the air and in Jake’s gut screamed otherwise.

Rather than head around the construction, Mason headed through it where cars were restricted from entering. The buildings growing on either side of them loomed over head. The dirt and grit from hard work sounded obscenely loud beneath their shoes. The sun flitted in and out of view through the girders and beams and wood of construction around them.

“Valda Mason.”

The voice was young, strong, and calm in challenge.

Mason held up a hand and stepped forward toward the challenge. “Ricky Lauran.”

“It’s Richard, Valda.” The man that led the pack to the elevator answered.

“What can I do for you today?”

Jake heard the charming smile on Mason’s lips; the thought that he used the same voice in bed sent a shiver down his spine.

“You know what I want, Valda.” The younger man stepped forward, leaving two nervous looking bodyguards behind him.

“I’m not turning over those accounts.” Mason’s voice was its usual tone.

Obstructed from view, Mason’s face stayed hidden from Jake’s eyes but Jake knew that Mason wasn’t pleased with being disrespected.

An arm struck out from the boy and Mason didn’t move to block it.

The click of the gun beside him nearly scared Jake to death, but the feel of the weight in his own hands, cocked and ready, made him want to throw up. Answering weapons appeared behind Lauran.

Mason raised a hand. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Ricky.” Mason’s voice sounded almost amused. “You’ve broken the treaty.” The shark’s smile was clear on Mason’s face as he turned his back to the younger man.

For a moment Jake’s eyes met Mason’s. The wink nearly made Jake laugh at the absurdity.

Lauran made a sudden move forward, his arm raised toward Mason. A gun fired from opposite of Jake. Bodies scattered on quick skittering legs. Lauran was charging at Mason who ducked out of the way, the two of them heading sideways away from the line of fire.

Shots from his right Obi was firing at the other bodyguards.

The metal corner of the building was perfect shielding as Jake returned fire, catching one of the bodyguards in the chest. The opposing man kept firing. Someone fired. The man’s head neatly snapped back and he crumpled to the ground.

“Run. Find Mason.” The shouted words were soft underneath the pounding in Jake’s chest. The shouting and gunfire was overwhelming. Gunfire smelled.

A man turned a corner.

His finger began to squeeze the trigger with fluid ease.

“Got you covered.” And the man passed behind him.

Sounds of scuffling nearby made Jake’s finger tense on the trigger. Maybe Mason. No, just Leon and some other guy. A swift swing and the butt of Jake’s gun connected with the man’s head. The sound of flesh collapsing to the ground sounded hollow in his ears.

“Up the stairs.” Leon’s voice was so far away. “I’ve got your back.”

His head nodded of its own accord as he headed up the half built stair case. No room for sniper fire here. Mason chose the perfect spot for a shoot out. “Ricky.” A voice called from Jake’s chest.

Ricky turned with the gun in his hand cocked to one side: a stupid way to hold a gun. Lauran spun back around at the sound of Mason’s footsteps. A gun fired.

The kick wasn’t felt in Jake’s hand, a second shot left the barrel and Jake watched Lauran go to his knees. From far away, Jake watched his boot plant in the back of the body as he bent to pick up the gun in Ricky’s hand; his gun rested flat against the skull of the unconscious man.

A dark spot bloomed from Mason’s shoulder as he looked up at the older man. From his belt Jake pulled one of the zip ties from the leather man sized pouch. Hands locked behind his back, the target was neutralized.

The look of approval on Mason’s face above the smell of blood made Jake gag for a moment. Those pleased eyes turned away for a moment as Mason dialed a number on his phone. Shots continued to fire here and there as Jake guarded the Mason in their little hidey hole.

“Obi’s heading up.” Leon called from the bottom of the stairs.

A few minutes later, a hand clapped down on Jake’s shoulder. “You did good kid.”

Jake’s head nodded.

“Better than I thought you’d do. Guess I was wrong before.” The laughter in Obi’s voice made Jake raise his face to the older man.

“You are made of the same stuff. First time I shot a man I threw up afterward.”

Jake nodded.

There were no sirens like in the movies. There was no yellow tape. A police officer spoke with him, took down a statement, handed him a card and moved back to clean up.

Climbing into the car, Jake avoided everyone’s eyes, caught only briefly by a sideways glance from Mason. He forced a smile through the jokes and laughter. The smell of leather and the air conditioning was overpowered by the smell of blood that stuck in Jake’s nostrils and the sticky sweaty residue of metal that tainted his tongue.

Mason’s eyes locked with his own for a moment in the silence.

. . .

Head down, Jake let the water flow down over his back as he stared at his feet. His hands, dirty from the fight, washed clean and pale as he stared down at them. A long shaky sigh burned his throat and he swallowed back the noise that bubbled in his throat. He stayed under the spray of water until it only came out in freezing cold and his body shook with the effort to stand. The towel felt abnormally soft against his naked skin. Out of sick curiosity he looked up into the mirror and a small sound escaped his throat.

Since the first night he’d slept with Mason, Jake hadn’t bothered to look into the mirror for longer than necessary to make sure he looked presentable. An alien face stared at him. Without an order to cut his hair, Jake took to tying it back in a short ponytail. His shoulders seemed broader, his chest filled out and his ab muscles were clear and cut under his skin. Under his eyes were dark circles. The blank look, one he swore he’d never find on his own face, stared back at him. He looked like one of Mason’s enforcers. Now he was one.

A sound from the corner of the room made Jake swing, his gun raised and in his hand.

A hand knocked the gun away and a second came down across his face.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good boy.”

Mason didn’t look back as he headed toward the bed.

The clean bandages around one of his shoulders caught Jake’s eye. Watching the doctor tend to the wounds made Jake want to hurl, but he sat and watched the man patch up his boss. Jake pulled on his briefs and began to brush his teeth.

The clinking in Mason’s nightly glass of scotch ended with the typical thud of the glass on the coffee table. “You did well today, Enders.”

The rare praise caught Jake off guard for a moment. “Thank you, sir.”

Jake spat into the sink and looked up to be trapped in that blank stare in the mirror. The empty gaze cut into his stomach. A sharp pressure came down in his chest as he left the room. The boxer briefs slid from him with ease. He moved to sit beside Mason.

From the corner of his eye, Mason caught his eye again.

“Fuck me.” The whispered plee fell into the empty expanse of the air.

Mason raised an eyebrow as Jake slid to his knees.

Staring at his own hands Jake undid Mason’s belt with now practiced ease and he looked up at Mason. “Fuck me.”

Mason smirked and set down his glass. “Take off my pants.”

The order poured into Jake with a flood of relief. His quick movements, Jake pulled Mason from his pants and pulled the organ between his lips. A hiss of pleasure came from above him and he smiled as he continued to lick and suck. The hand in his hair forced him down on Mason’s cock and he moaned with the pleasure of it. It wasn’t long before that hand was tugging him up before lips crashed into his own.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was brutal and bruising and hungry. Perfect.

Climbing onto Mason’s lap, Jake sat on the older man, sandwiching Mason’s face in his hands as a hand found his dick. “God yes!” Jake moaned softly.

He reached behind his ass and aimed Mason for is pucker.

Mason’s eyes met his in question as Jake forced himself down on the dick without any lube.

It hurt. It burned and Jake tossed his head back in a groan refusing to answer Mason’s question. The pain felt so sharp and perfect that he fought Mason’s grip on his hips that threatened to stop his efforts. “Fuck me.” Jake groaned and kissed Mason’s jaw. “Fuck me til I bleed,” he whispered in Mason’s ear.

Mason’s face didn’t change at the request. One hand buried itself in Jake’s hair and he pulled the boy up off his lap and guided the wincing boy through the room. “Don’t attempt to manipulate me, Jake. You’re terrible at it.”

Jake didn’t say anything just moaned as he was shoved face first into the end of the bed and a hand pressed between his shoulder blades holding him down.

“You want pain, Jake. Ask for it.”

Jake squirmed and struggled before lube slick fingers gripped his hip bruising his flesh. “Please.” The warm head of a cock felt amazing at his hole. He tried to push back and fuck himself onto it. A hard smack came down across his ass.

“Don’t worry I’ll give you pain.” Mason shoved inside him completely.

Jake’s eyes snapped open and his mouth opened in a silent scream that came out as a low moan.

A brutal pace was set to match Jake’s brutal mood. The hands at his hips would bruise as crescent shapes dug into his flesh via Mason’s nails. Jake pushed into that torment. The hand came down on his ass again.

“Stay still and take it.”

The order made Jake shiver.

The hard smacks rained down faster and faster against his hot burning flesh. Soon the throbbing pain inside him was echoed in the pulse of pain in his reddened ass. A rough hand found his dick and beat him off with hard jerks. The pain, a brilliant hot light inside of him, banished all thought. Jake moaned, screamed, writhed, begged and pleaded for release.

Mason took his pleasure roughly, knowing that Jake needed to be reminded he was living. That he could still feel something, even if that was pain. The beautiful body in front of him moaned and arched and Mason drank in the heady sight of sweat glistened skin and muscle.

“Let me cum! Please Mason!” The frantic whimpering became a low grunting moan as Mason jerked him to completion and he came in hard wet spurts.

Thrusting erratically, Mason pulled Jake back onto his dick with a brutal grip until he too moaned his release.

Sweating, hurting and alive the two collapsed sated onto the bed.

Jake crawled up the bed and panted in the pleasure of the balance of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Behind closed eyes he sighed and let sensation overtake everything else.

Close to sleep, Jake groaned while he stood up. Jake passed Mason in the bathroom cleaning himself off from their vigorous round of sex. When Jake returned to the bedroom the lights were out and Mason was propped up on the bed against the pillows, his hair spilling over his eyes.

In the dark Jake moved to his usual place in the bed.

“Thank you.” The whispered words were cold and light in the darkness.

“You’re alive until I order different.” Mason’s voice was rough with sleep.

“Yes sir.”

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Takumi Fujiwara: I'm so glad that you continue toenjoy the story. I know that some people have bgun to find it a little frk, but I think that makes it all the better

Roya: More is served.

JthChosen1: I don't think that Mason gave Jak the cold shoulder any more than he already gives him. Let's face it. Mason's not one for cuddling after sex.

Jules: I'm sorry to hear that you'll turn down the loan but Mason says that the offer stands if your interested later. Update right here for you.

Spoonring: Glad you enjoyed the smex... here is more, lol

Fluffball: Everyone should like Mason... its the smartest way to survive in his world.

Rosei: I couldn't stop laughing at our review. I'm glad that you thought it was worh the wait... I know a few people may hve wondered away after waiting for so long.

FallenGoddessofBattle: Oh there is plenty of drama to come. These two delight in dragging me around and getting into trouble.

Midnightscream: I thought Jake thinking he was drugged was hilarious, I'm glad someone else got the joke. It was just perfect.

Kylee: I don't think its the sex that confuses Jake so much as the world that seems to come with it.