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“Xen, ya know how I told ya my men cut me off, bein’ ‘cause of you here and all?”
There was no answer, but I assumed Xen was communicating in that way he had, silently.
“I’m not blamin’ you a bit! Nah, see, I jus’ thought, well, I’ll tell ya, I’m hornier than a three peckered dog and I was gonna see if I couldn’t fool ‘em some inta givin’ me a taste.”
I didn’t want for the answer, not that I’d hear it anyway, rushing off to the house just in time to see Damon shaking the hand of the second contractor, who’d have his crew doing the fencing.
He came to the porch after and informed me they’d start right away on building it. “Said it shouldn’t take long. They’re using these fake wood panels for the outer fence, made from recycled wood and plastic. I loved the idea, and he said it made it easy to get up. There are several places, though, unless we want to cut trees…”
“Which we don’t.”
“He said the trees themselves would be plenty of barrier in those spots.”
“Perfect,” I said, relieved one more thing was coming off my long list. Then I told him about the conversation I overheard.
“That fucker. He thinks he’s gonna fool us? He knows we laid down the law while Xen’s here.”
“He’s bratting us a bit. I gotta admit, I’ve been waiting for this. He’s been mostly compliant until now, and that was surprising to me.”
“Let’s give him what he wants then,” Damon whispered. “Only, it’s not going to be exactly what he wants.”
“I love your devious mind, Damon.” I thought about it a bit and added, “We need to start breaking him in on some pain. I want him on that stage opening night, taking a lot of it.”
“The paddle we spoke about in the car…” Damon’s voice had that quality, gritty, like he’d been a heavy smoker all his life, though he’d quit years ago, before we met. Still, it stirred me, not only arousing me, but bringing out the dominant man inside me that roared when he came fully to life.
“I want him to feel every fucking pine needle on that ground, like Roland, but more.”
“I’ll fetch the rubbers and lube. You figure out how we’re getting him there.”
“Forget the lube. Spit is enough,” I grunted, thinking about the untamed ways of animals and their prey. “And get one of the cock rings. He’s not gonna cum this time, even on accident.”
“Oh shit, this is the Burke I haven’t seen in a while. You’ve been so concerned over him, you’ve been light on him. I have too, I guess.”
I turned my head, and I locked my eyes with his lust-blackened ones. “That’s over.”
A brat is a common term for a submissive that doesn’t obey his dominant. Joel was willing and ready to obey most of the time, but he had his moments, like topping from the bottom that first night we fucked him. When he rode Damon, controlling it, controlling him, I saw it, but since, he’d been fairly good.
I took my phone out of my pocket and called Joel as Damon went for the condoms.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said as he answered.
“Joel, we didn’t want you worrying. Damon and me, we’re taking a little walk in the woods to…look at some things,” I said as cagily as possible, hesitating to let him catch it. “We’ll be gone, oh, about an hour,” I said with a little laugh.
“What y’all doin’?”
“None of your fucking business,” I said in a growl and then ended the call with that.
If I knew him, he’d be sneaking around and trying to spy, probably before Damon and I could get there, so we had to make it good. Once Damon came out of the house, letting the screen slam in his wake, I flinched. “I’m gonna tear that fucking thing off the hinges.”
“Wow, you are feeling your oats. Let’s get to the woods, and maybe you can throw me around a little.”
“Might do that whether you want me to or not.”
Damon wiped the corner of his mouth with the side of his hand, leering at me. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this. Let’s go torture our boy.”
We walked with determination, not slow, not too quickly, into the woods on the side of the house, heading back to where we knew Joel had watched us ravaging Roland. Once there, I scanned the ground for things I needed, a spot for him, and Damon got on his knees, opening my pants. “Might as well make it look good.”
“Yeah. Might as well.”
