Our Little Nest - 17. Chapter 17

Nineteen-year-old Cole, stripped naked, dangled a few inches off the ground, with his wrists tied above his head, connected to a meat hook. To keep himself from spinning he had to stretch his toes to touch the hay covered ground. He shivered and sweat as dirt mixed with blood smudged his skin. Whip marks crisscrossed his body. Some of the welts broke open and bled. At his feet was a slip of paper with an address on it; the same paper he passed to Adam.

Three older males stood around him, two were, clean shaven, wore faded jeans, and button up tops. One held a thin leather strap, in his thirties, his black hair was longer than his companions. The one next to him was his twin brother who kept his hair short above his collar, he chewed on a toothpick while holding a bucket of ice water. The short haired one looked to the third man who stood further away from the brothers watching.

In his fifties, he had short gray peppered hair and trimmed beard, solid built, and taller than the twins. He nodded his silent order towards the one with the toothpick. With a grin on his face, toothpick tossed the freezing water at the helpless teen.

Cole let out a muffled cry through his gag as the frigid water embraced his skin, causing him to raise his feet and spin. The two brothers laughed at his discomfort, but the older male didn’t react. He seemed worried as he approached Cole, who was shivering from the water and cold air that circled him. He reached out, grabbing the captive male’s arm to steady the spinning teen, no older than his only son, Christopher.

Cole looked at the man all the boys called father, tears streaming from his eyes. The man removed his gag, but held his finger to his lips telling him to still be quiet. Cole followed his instructions.

“I’ve known you since you were a little pup,” his raspy voice, burrowed into Cole’s ears whose lower lip quivered as his tears washed down his face. Father, reached up and brushed his tears away with his thumb smudging his dirty cheeks. “I treated you fairly like the others. I showed no preference, except for Christopher. I’ve given you all the comforts that would make you happy. All I asked is that you conform. Has something changed since then?”

His silence and soft nod gave Cole permission to speak.

“My brother,” Cole said, in a shaky voice.

“Your brother? You mean Noah? He’s thirteen, he’s not ready to join you.”

“I don’t want him to.”

“Why not, what we have, here, is higher than all of us. A blessing, a gift. When you joined you were over joyed?”

“Because I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do, you want out, or at least your brother?”

“Just my brother. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“But you broke my confidence by giving information to that Detective.”

“Please, just let my brother leave here.” The blow to Cole’s back caused him to suck in his breath before crying out a groan.

“He didn’t ask you a question,” snapped the long hair twin with the whip. He was about to strike again when Father held up his hand. He directed his attention back to Cole.

“You see Cole, rules need to be followed. When they’re broken, punishment needs to be swift or all hell will break lose.”

“You let Christopher leave.” Another strike from the whip tattooed the back of Cole’s thighs. But this time Father didn’t stop the mayhem as he listened to the cries from the swaying body. On the fifth strike Father raised his hand, stopping the punishment.

He stepped away and whistled. A female walked into the room holding a teen’s hand. She walked him to Father. Noah looked from Father to Cole then back. Cole watched horror as Noah smiled and wrapped his arms around Father’s waist hugging him. Father hugged him back patting his back. “You see Cole, Noah is happy here. He doesn’t want to leave.”

Cole held his tongue, knowing if he spoke the man will beat him again.

“Noah,” asked Father, parting from him. “Where do you want to be?”

“Here, with you, Father,” said the boy grinning. Noah looked to his brother and instead of being horrified he turned back to Father.

“Why is Cole here?” asked Noah. Father glanced over at Coal.

“Cole broke the rules,” Father said.

Noah sighed then shook his head still not fazed by his brother’s situation.

“Than he should be punished. We need to be a collective,” Noah said. Father smiled, rubbing Cole’s head, and looked at Cole.

“You see Cole, there’s no need to worry. Noah’s perfectly fine.” Father returned Noah to the female who took his hand and led him away. Once gone Father returned his attention back to Cole. “Now, since this is your first offense, I will go easy on you. I believe a conditioning will do.”

“Normal time?” asked the one twin holding the bucket.

“No, Cole will need double.”

Cole sobbed as they shoved his gag back into his mouth. He watched as Father walked away in the same direction as his little brother.

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The heat in Yuri’s body burned as he thrust into Jamie. Late in the evening Jamie unable to sleep rolled over and nudged Yuri’s touchable, toned back from behind. His suiter woke up to fine the young man aroused.

“Yuri, can we?” Jamie asked, naked and yearning. Yuri, also naked, stretched and turned to him. Without words, they kissed and caressed each other. From the sweet scent that rose from Jamie’s skin, reminded Yuri of Patrick, whom he bought the same fragrance when they were dating. His memories stimulated his desires as he kissed Jamie with purpose.

“Let’s by past the foreplay and get to it,” said Jamie, shoving Yuri on his back then mounting him. Jamie used his own spit to prep his entrance before spearing himself onto Yuri’s stiff cock. Yuri held his hips as Jamie rocked in time with him jerking his own cock off. Yuri closed his eyes and saw Patrick and remember his succulent lips against his.

The urge to hold Patrick boiled in him. Yuri opened his eyes and grabbed Jamie pushing him onto his back. He placed his legs onto his shoulders and raised his ass off the bed. Yuri thrusts were swift and deep. Jamie moaned his thanks as he’s pounded into the mattress.

Sweat glistened on their skin as Yuri groaned, his orgasm into Jamie, who squeeze Yuri’s cock until he settled. Yuri slipped out of the tight confinement and eased the shaking legs down. He moved to Jamie’s cock and took it into his mouth, sucking him until his orgasm erupted down Yuri’s throat. Yuri returned to Jamie’s side and pulled him in his arms kissing him.

“There, feel better?” asked Yuri.

“Yes,” replied Jamie, cuddling close to the man he loved. “Yuri,” Jamie said, laying on Yuri’s chest.

“Yes,” Yuri replied, staring at the ceiling.

“We’ll always be together, right?” Yuri paused, thinking of Patrick again. How he wanted to kiss and hold him, and he had one last chance to make that happen. “Yuri, are you asleep?”

“Sorry, I dozed off.” Yuri lied. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” Jamie only held onto Yuri in hope that he did love him and that they will make a life together.

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“Taste him,” said the voice of the shadow figure. Adam sat bound to the sturdy chair. His skin tingled from the cool breeze around him, but his bones burned with an intense heat. Sweat crawled from his pours as his teeth chattered. The figure was behind Adam leaning close to his ear. His breath smelled of burnt tobacco. “Do you hear me Adam,” the shadow said again. Adam didn’t reply resulting in a punch in the gut. He wanted to double over but his bindings held him to the chair in an upright position. A throaty grunt and choke crawled out of Adam in a fury. As the pain subsided, but lingered, the shadow spoke in his ear again. “Do you hear me Adam!”

“Y-es,” Adam heaved out.

“Don’t hold back. Pour only your desires onto him. That is what he’s there for. He wants you to enjoy yourself. Understand?”

“Yes,” Adam said, more absorbed like diving underwater.

“Then wake up!” A hand smacked his face, forcing Adam’s eyes open and finding himself staring at a ceiling he didn’t recognize.

Adam sat up and remembered he was in Patrick’s childhood bedroom. It was the middle of the night and he had a hard-on. He glanced to his side and saw Patrick sleeping soundly on his stomach, his face turned away. Adam reached for his shaft and stroked it staring at his sleeping lover. But his hand couldn’t do his cock justice. He craved the warmth inside the body next to him.

Adam flipped off the sheets from both their bodies, Patrick didn’t stir. Adam went to the beauty, and parted his resting legs exposing his parted ass crack. Detective Potter’s mouth watered as he grasped the firm cheeks spreading them further apart. He dropped down and feasted on the velvet entrance lapping at it until his tongue coated it with his spit. Patrick groaned in his deep slumber unaware of what was stimulating him.

Adam moved up Patrick’s body and positioned his cock right at his favorite spot. At first, he eased his cock’s tip pass the contracted rim. Once the helmet rest inside Adam could not stop his desire to move. He pushed the length of his cock into Patrick, waking him.

Patrick raised his head, dazed, and gasping the sudden invasion to his body. Adam pressed down on top of him, his lips close to his ear

“I needed to be inside you.”

“God, Adam, next time wake me up,” Patrick moaned.

“I thought I did,” Adam snickered, his hips started to move as Patrick’s overwhelmed by the penetrating stimulant. The mattress shook as Patrick scratched at the fitted sheet as his body boiled from the inviting friction.

Adam pulled Patrick to his knees and continued to pound him holding his smaller hips. Adam’s head fell back as he fought against his own orgasm coming too soon. He pulled out and turned Patrick around, bringing his cock to his lips. Patrick’s mouth opened on cue and took in his lover’s dick soaking it with his tongue. Adam felt the back of Patrick’s throat as he slid his cock in and out of the wet mouth.

“That will do,” Adam said removing his cock and pulling Patrick off the bed. He took the confused male to the bench at the window that overlooked a serene garden. The evening hour shrouded the vegetation below, but the sky above showed a cluster of stars that were breathtaking.

Adam kneeled Patrick on the bench with his feet dangling off making sure he parted his knees. He stepped behind Patrick pressing his conditioned chest and abs against his aristocrat’s back. Without a word he reentered Patrick, who relaxed his body to accept Adam’s desires.

The thrusting continued as Patrick pressed his head back against Adam’s chest. Adam embraced Patrick’s body and touched every sensitive part on him as his hips jerked against the smooth captive ass.

“You’re missing a great view outside,” said Adam, noticing Patrick’s eyes shut.

“I—can’t,” stated Patrick, lost for words as Adam fucked him faster moving close to his climax. Grabbing Patrick’s cock, he jerked him off, bringing him to his own brink. “Oh—Adam—I’m—coming,” shouted Patrick shooting over Adam’s fist. Adam came soon after inside Patrick, both moaning out their release.

Adam licked his fist clean as he held Patrick from dropping forward from exhaustion. He gathered his partner into his arms and carried him back to bed, laying him on his back.

“Stay put,” Adam said, walking off. Patrick wasn’t about to argue with him, considering he was too weak to move. Adam returned with a towel and washcloth ran under hot water. He cleaned Patrick up and dried his skin with the soft towel, then covered him with the sheets. Adam climbed back into bed and gathered him into his arms. Patrick snuggled his cheek against Adam’s chest, closing his eyes.

“That was nice,” Patrick sighed.

“Yeah, I feel much better.” Adam responded, looking around the lavish room.

“I mean, you, having your way with me, in my childhood bedroom,” Patrick giggled.

“Well I had you in my old bedroom at the farm so we’re even.”

Patrick yawned before shutting his eyes. “Wait until you see the rest of the house.”

“Can’t wait. Speaking of houses, I’ve been meaning to tell you about a house I saw.” Adam waited for a response from Patrick, but none came. He glanced at him and noticed that Patrick had fallen back to sleep. Adam blinked his frustration away, and carefully slid from Patrick’s side. He grabbed his cell phone and went into the sitting room closing the door behind him. He checked the time and saw it was three in the morning. He needed to speak to Justin. He speeds dial his assistant and hoped he was still awake.

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Justin answered the call on the second ring.

“Hello boss,” said the blonde, sitting in a recliner with his legs spread. His skater boy Ethan was between his legs giving him an excellent blowjob.

“Justin, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“It’s too early to go to bed.”

“Okay, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“I need you to research a town called WillowMoss.”

“Anything special you want me to keep an eye out for?”

“Anything that sounds weird.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, when you get anything email it to me. I’ll be at Patrick’s parents for the next two days.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks Justin.”

“No problem, boss.”

“Goodnight,” Adam said.

“Goodnight.” Justin disconnected and placed his cell down on the side table. He returned his attention to his skater boy who continued to suck the cock while rolling his eyes at him.

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Adam returned to Patrick climbing into bed and cuddling next to him. He thought his craving was satisfied, but a hunger still dwindled inside him. He shook it off to stress he couldn’t take Patrick again, even if he wanted to. He shut his eyes and tried to sleep.