Page 32 of Justice For Me

“Because I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Malachi answered without hesitation. “I was trying to push, hoping you would push back. That’s how this is supposed to work. I push you…until you tell me no. Telling me no is okay, pet. Actually, it’s necessary.”

“Yea, yea, I’m getting that.” He paused and frowned beneath his blindfold. “Do you like that stuff? Making me crawl and wear a dog leash?”

Malachi barked out a laugh. “Some Doms get off on that sort of thing, but I don’t. If you wanted me to do it, I would, but it isn’t what gets my juices flowing. Now, I have to admit you look very appetizing with that blindfold on and the collar around your neck with you on your knees in front of me. I didn’t have one problem with that, either. The crawling? You looked kind of stupid.”

“Ha. Ha. Asshole. I’m sure I looked pretty hot.”

“Okay, maybe a little hot. I thought about making you dress up in women’s underwear.” He barked out another laugh. “Now that would have been hot.”

Justice jerked off the blindfold. “Please tell me you are kidding. That is soooo not hot.”

“You’re right, soooo not hot. Put the blindfold back on and let me finish giving you your massage. I promised Meg I would make all your achy breaky pains go away with my magic hands.” He told him to flip over and then drizzled more oil on the front of his legs. “I need you nice and relaxed for this evening.”

“What are we doing this evening? Back to the playroom?” He was fairly certain he would be more than ready by this evening, especially after Malachi’s massage.

“Nope, tonight we are watching porn.”

His eyes popped open. “Two men watching porn together is just weird, dude. I did shit like that in high school, but I’m pretty sure it will just be…yucky for two grown men. Don’t get me wrong, I whole heartedly support porn, all types of porn, but I think we should stick to the privacy of our own rooms when enjoying said porn.”

“Well, all I can say about your response is that I’m thankful you enjoyall types of pornbecause tonight we are watching gay porn…and we are watching it together.”

A strange feeling washed over Justice. “Why would we want to watch gay porn…together?” He already knew the answer. Was he afraid of the answer? Well, yea. Was he excited about the answer? Hell, yea.

“Because I plan on fucking you very soon and I’m pretty sure you don’t have the first clue about what that actually entails. I want you see it, think about it, consider it…”

So, he watched the gay porn like a good little pet. He was pretty certain he had a confused frown on his face the entire time as he tried to understand how that could possibly feel good.Theyacted like it felt good. The toys Malachi used on him felt really good…but then none of them had been the size of a man’s cock. How big was Malachi’s cock? Hadn’t ever seen him fully erect, wanted to.

Malachi spent most of the time watching him, laughing at his facial expressions. He didn’t get mad when Justice acted like it would be really painful and not that much fun. He didn’t push, didn’t offer to touch him at all. That might have pissed him off. Why wouldn’t he touch him? He’d said he wanted to fuck him…and soon, yet he made no moves toward him at all.

So, when the movie event of the night ended, Justice was aware of a few new things. First of all, he had gotten hard during the movie…really hard when he had imagined Malachi doing those things to him. Secondly, he was pretty sure he was going to scream like a girl when it happened. Thirdly, he was allowing his head to play a mind fuck on him…moving him closer, inch by inch, to convincing himself this was a relationship instead of what it really was. He vowed to work on that issue, focus on what was real and what was imagined.

Their routine settled in nicely. Justice still slept in the bed next to Malachi, tied securely, no snuggling or cuddling allowed every night. Breakfast was boring shit for Malachi and yummy sugar for him. Gym time had been pushed back an hour so they could do a morning run…since Justice enjoyed running more than weight lifting. Some weight lifting was necessary, according to follow-the-rules Malachi, but the other time in the gym gradually started focusing more and more on hand-to-hand combat. Since Justice’s father had trained him, he was already advanced…Malachi just taught him how to fight dirty, real dirty just in case the situation called for it. After that was phone time with Megan, rest time…then the playroom.

Follow-the-rules Malachi had also told him from day one that a Dom didn’t negotiate with his sub. Either his sub followed the rules set for him or he was dismissed, he didn’t waste his time trying to convince them to try new things or learn to obey properly. Bend-the-rules Malachi had allowed himself to be manipulated into a few negotiations. More and more junk food was allowed into the house, internet privileges were handed over, they played, on very rare occasions, video games together, and, most importantly, Bend-the-rules Malachi turned a blind eye every time he snuck into the neighbor’s yard to unwrap the chain that trapped the poor Bloodhound flat against its dog house, unable to move more than a foot in either direction, and sneak it some food. Bend-the-rules Malachi was also considering letting them attend a carnival about twenty miles away so Justice could eat cotton candy, funnel cake, and candied apples. He swore he wasn’t considering it, but Justice knew better. Follow-the-rules Malachi was totally about to cave.

But there was no fucking…no mention of fucking…no hints of fucking. It was like fucking had been removed from the menu. Justice wasn’t certain if he was relieved or hurt.

Chapter 11

Propped up against the funnel cake stand, Malachi was surprised to find himself having to clamp down the growl bubbling around in his throat as he watched Justice,his sub, flirting like a son of a bitch with two girls that were probably around the kid’s age but looked young enough to be in diapers. Diapers or not, they were both so freakin’ into his sub that he was one hundred percent sure they were having a pool party in their panties. If they fucking touched the boy one more time, feigned innocence or outright manhandling, he was going to fuck somebody up, and since he didn’t hit girls (unless it was on the ass in a really good way and they asked nicely for it), Justice’s ass was going to be the one to pay the ultimate price.

He still couldn’t believe he’d allowed his pet to talk him into this one.A carnival? Seriously, he didn’t do carnivals. He didn’t do crowds. Hell, there were a lot of things he didn’t do…before Justice. Now, post Justice, he found himself at a carnival, surrounded by people, sickening smells, loud screaming, louder music, and amusement park rides that looked like they’d been thrown up in about fifteen minutes flat. People bumped into him, tried to talk to him…touched what belonged to him.

He was turning into such a fucking pussy.

Hell, the kid knew how to work it, though. He flirted just enough, laughed just enough, listened just enough. He was a fucking professional flirter. In a few more minutes, he would probably have both girls in the port-a-potty, panties around their ankles, and fucking them senseless. They’d be so bedazzled by his good looks, they’d think it was the Taj Mahal instead of a filthy port-a-potty.

The red head…the one with the extra short, extra extra tight cut-offs, and the infamous cowboy boots that so obviously made his boy pant like a bitch in heat reached up and traced the pouty outline of Justice’s lip, cleaning away the dusting of powdered sugar that had been driving him fucking crazy for the past fifteen minutes. Yep, he’d taken about all of this shit his jealous cock was going to let him put up with. Smiling, his hand slipped into his pocket and hit the remote to the vibrating plug stuffed in his boy’s tight ass – the one of many stipulations he’d placed on Justice in order to get him to agree to their carnival outing.

His reward was a sudden jerking from Justice, a startled yelp, and the sexiest fucking blush this side of the Mason/Dixon line. Wide blue eyes met his. He answered with an arrogant wink…and increased the vibrator’s speed to the highest level. In seconds, the boy excused himself and stalked over to him, scowling and pouting. As soon as he was within arm’s reach, Malachi ceased the vibrations.

“What the fuckkity fuck, Malachi? That shit was so far past inappropriate there isn’t even a word for it,” he spat. His fingers tousled his hair into a sexy mess as he huffed and puffed. “Please tell me people can’t hear a buzzing sound, can they? Please say they can’t.”

Malachi admired the flushed cheeks and heaving chest of his pet. Gorgeous. He was young, built like a lean god in his T-shirt and low hanging jeans that cupped his package like a hand. A thick leather belt accented his trim waist and lean hips. He was dressed like every other kid his age, walking the carnival with an arrogant cockiness that accompanies men their age, but his boy was so much more. His beauty, innocent and naughty, stood out, drawing too much attention from women and men for Malachi’s comfort. Their outing needed to start winding down in the next few minutes.

“People can’t hear a buzzing sound,” Malachi deadpanned.

“I’m going to pay somebody to kick your ass. This is so wrong…on so many levels.”

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