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“Can I bring you some? I made the cookies you like.”
Chris turned around to face him, realizing he was losing control of the situation because Anthony was so goddamn adorable. “No, I’m good.” He sat on the couch. “Take my shoes off.” He usually added a small smile when he talked like that, but he had no smiles to spare.
Anthony dropped to his knees and removed Chris’s shoes and socks. His hair had grown a bit longer than usual, allowing his dark curls to stand out. “I made some phone calls,” Anthony said. “I might have a new gig starting tomorrow.”
“That’s good.”
“I’m just worried about… you know.”
He was worried that Mickey would sabotage that as well. He was learning who they were dealing with, and that was smart.
With his shoes and socks off, Chris said, “Stand up.”
Anthony did, looking like a beautiful wet dream with his strong, hairy chest and flat stomach. Every part of him was so well-proportioned. The thought of other people touching him was infuriating, and Chris knew how wrong it was for him to feel such ownership.
He signaled Anthony to drop his underwear, which left him naked except for the cage around his cock. Chris never expected to keep Anthony locked like that for so long, but one day followed the next. Chris had turned that cage into his weapon, and now it was time to use that weapon to try and save them both.
“Go to the bedroom.” Before Anthony could move, Chris added, “On all fours.”
With only a moment of hesitation, Anthony sank on all fours and began walking. Chris followed him closely, watching that impressive body shifting like a tiger.
In the bedroom, Chris opened the closet and pulled out some ropes. He arranged them around the bed and told Anthony to lie on his back. Two minutes later, Anthony was tied down, spread and helpless.
Chris removed his clothes and secretly pulled the key to the cage from his wallet. He climbed on the bed and sat between Anthony’s spread legs. The light in the room was off, but dim light came through the hallway. Shadows covered Anthony’s skin, but Chris could see every inch. He ran his fingers across Anthony’s strong legs, stopping right below his crotch.
“I’ve never been to The Gentlemen’s Club,” he said while stroking Anthony’s skin. “I assume it’s not a good place if some men are there to be used.” Despite the calm in Chris’s voice, Anthony began to breathe faster, his bound muscles tensing. Chris continued, “We can try to fight it, but that would likely be the end of your business and my career.”
“Can he really do that?”
“He already has. He removed me from the most important case of my career, and he cost you three clients.”
“He got you taken off a case? I’m sorry.” Anthony exhaled. “What do you want me to do?”
“You know what you need to do.” Chris picked up the small key and unlocked Anthony’s cage.
Anthony’s head shot up. He stared with wide eyes as Chris slowly removed the cage from around his cock and balls.
“I know it’s a lot,” Chris said, “but relax for me.”
Anthony lowered his head, but he was trembling. “Please,” he whispered. “Please.”
“I will let you come. I will make you shoot until you think your heart is about to burst. And tomorrow evening, you and I will go to that club, and you will act exactly like Mickey wants you to. You will play those people’s games and make me proud.”
“I thought we were going to fight this.”
I did, and I failed.
“I will make sure nothing bad happens to you, I swear. But I need you to agree because I don’t see any other way, and I am so fucking scared.”
Anthony watched him with sad acceptance before saying a simple, “Okay.”
Chris’s relief echoed through his body. He ran his fingers down Anthony’s cock, causing him to shiver and hold tightly to the ropes. He leaned down and kissed Anthony’s right nipple, causing him to puff his chest out, inviting more. Chris closed his teeth on the sensitive skin, knowing exactly how much pressure to use. Anthony moaned, embracing the pleasure and the pain. For the past couple of months, Chris had been making him take one with the other, to appreciate the delicate balance that could drive a man wild. He sucked on the nipple as hard as he could, feeling it hardening in his mouth while his fingers swirled around Anthony’s crown. Unsurprisingly, a puddle of precum began to form on Anthony’s lower stomach, some mixing with his thick pubes. Chris used the sticky liquid to further intensify his touch.
Anthony turned into a marvelous mess; a trembling body letting out the most sensual sounds. Chris let go of the nipple and licked downward, leaving a trail of saliva on the warm skin. He moved to sit between Anthony’s thick thighs, holding his cock without tightening his grip. As expected, Anthony began to move his hips up and down into Chris’s palm, desperate for more friction.
It was captivating watching the bound muscles clenching in response to Chris’s touch. He didn’t feel worthy of such power, but he couldn’t shy away from it.
“Lick your arms,” Chris said, and Anthony did, running his tongue over his biceps and leaving the skin wet. “Now your armpit.” The tip of his tongue found the clustered dark hairs and tried to reach as many as possible.
