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wouldn’t suspect anything if he woke up. “But for now, we’re going to discuss a few rules. You can relax and drop the ‘Sir’.”
Nick swallowed hard and tried to keep his body from reacting to the Dom’s nearness—a near impossible feat. He knew the lifestyle had a lot of rules, but each relationship was different and so was each couple’s rules. What worked for one couple, didn’t always work for another. “Okay.”
“Rule number one—your orgasms are mine. There will be no jacking off in the shower, or anywhere else, unless I give you permission. If I find out you can’t keep your hands off what is now my property, then there’ll be consequences.” He waited until Nick, eyes wide in disbelief, slowly nodded his assent. “Rule number two is what I just told you. When we’re playing, you’ll call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ and I’ll call you anything I want. If something I use bothers you, tell me, and we’ll discuss it. I may or may not change my mind depending on your reasoning. Number three—presenting. When I tell to you present for me, the position is on your knees, legs spread as far as you can without being uncomfortable. Hands in ‘at-ease’ position behind your back and head bowed. I’ll let you know beforehand whether you need to strip or not.”
The rules weren’t as bad as Nick had expected. Well, at least the second and third rules weren’t, as long as it was all done in private. Rule One? No hand-jobs? Shit . He was a healthy, red-blooded, twenty-five-year-old male—jacking off was almost a daily occurrence. Case in point, he’d done it last night in bed, and in the shower again this morning. How the hell was he supposed to stay sane without it? Well, maybe if he was having sex on a regular basis, it would be doable. “Okay. Is that it?”
“Nope, not even close, but it’s a start for now. As things come up, we’ll add to the list. But don’t think you don’t have a say in this. If a rule really bothers you—and not just because you don’t like it—tell me and we’ll talk about it.” Jake paused, his gaze on Nick’s face. His expression then softened as he asked, “Have you decided how you’re going to come out to your folks and brothers?”
Picking at the soda can’s pop-top with his fingernail, he shook his head. “No, not yet. I mean…I can’t see them having a problem with it, especially Ian and Dev, but to actually say the words to them…it’s hard, you know? How did you come out to your family?”
Leaning forward, Jake rested his elbows on his knees and sighed heavily. Nick instantly knew what the man was going to say wouldn’t be pleasant. “I didn’t. Somehow my dad found out my senior year of high school and went ballistic. He was a fucking bigot—plain and simple. Gays, blacks, Asians, Jews, etcetera. If you weren’t straight, white, Catholic, and a Democrat, you were fair game for his contempt and vile insults.”
“What happened?”
Taking a sip of soda, Jake seemed to disappear into the past for a moment. “I was the starting quarterback for my high school. Did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“We were undefeated my senior year. All three years I was on varsity, we went to the state championships and we won two out of three of them. My father was always on the sidelines, yelling louder than everyone else. I was the golden boy. I had scouts at almost every game my junior and senior years, and they were all throwing scholarships and incentives at me. I even had a few pro teams checking me out for future drafts. I finally decided on Rutgers and was getting a full ride. The old man was over the fucking moon.”
He took a deep, shaking breath and ran a hand through his hair, while Nick fought the urge to touch him the way he wanted to, in comfort and support. “Anyway, after my senior football season was over, I had more free time and started exploring places to meet guys where no one knew me. By that time, I knew girls
Nick swallowed hard and tried to keep his body from reacting to the Dom’s nearness—a near impossible feat. He knew the lifestyle had a lot of rules, but each relationship was different and so was each couple’s rules. What worked for one couple, didn’t always work for another. “Okay.”
“Rule number one—your orgasms are mine. There will be no jacking off in the shower, or anywhere else, unless I give you permission. If I find out you can’t keep your hands off what is now my property, then there’ll be consequences.” He waited until Nick, eyes wide in disbelief, slowly nodded his assent. “Rule number two is what I just told you. When we’re playing, you’ll call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ and I’ll call you anything I want. If something I use bothers you, tell me, and we’ll discuss it. I may or may not change my mind depending on your reasoning. Number three—presenting. When I tell to you present for me, the position is on your knees, legs spread as far as you can without being uncomfortable. Hands in ‘at-ease’ position behind your back and head bowed. I’ll let you know beforehand whether you need to strip or not.”
The rules weren’t as bad as Nick had expected. Well, at least the second and third rules weren’t, as long as it was all done in private. Rule One? No hand-jobs? Shit . He was a healthy, red-blooded, twenty-five-year-old male—jacking off was almost a daily occurrence. Case in point, he’d done it last night in bed, and in the shower again this morning. How the hell was he supposed to stay sane without it? Well, maybe if he was having sex on a regular basis, it would be doable. “Okay. Is that it?”
“Nope, not even close, but it’s a start for now. As things come up, we’ll add to the list. But don’t think you don’t have a say in this. If a rule really bothers you—and not just because you don’t like it—tell me and we’ll talk about it.” Jake paused, his gaze on Nick’s face. His expression then softened as he asked, “Have you decided how you’re going to come out to your folks and brothers?”
Picking at the soda can’s pop-top with his fingernail, he shook his head. “No, not yet. I mean…I can’t see them having a problem with it, especially Ian and Dev, but to actually say the words to them…it’s hard, you know? How did you come out to your family?”
Leaning forward, Jake rested his elbows on his knees and sighed heavily. Nick instantly knew what the man was going to say wouldn’t be pleasant. “I didn’t. Somehow my dad found out my senior year of high school and went ballistic. He was a fucking bigot—plain and simple. Gays, blacks, Asians, Jews, etcetera. If you weren’t straight, white, Catholic, and a Democrat, you were fair game for his contempt and vile insults.”
“What happened?”
Taking a sip of soda, Jake seemed to disappear into the past for a moment. “I was the starting quarterback for my high school. Did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“We were undefeated my senior year. All three years I was on varsity, we went to the state championships and we won two out of three of them. My father was always on the sidelines, yelling louder than everyone else. I was the golden boy. I had scouts at almost every game my junior and senior years, and they were all throwing scholarships and incentives at me. I even had a few pro teams checking me out for future drafts. I finally decided on Rutgers and was getting a full ride. The old man was over the fucking moon.”
He took a deep, shaking breath and ran a hand through his hair, while Nick fought the urge to touch him the way he wanted to, in comfort and support. “Anyway, after my senior football season was over, I had more free time and started exploring places to meet guys where no one knew me. By that time, I knew girls
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