Page 7 of Justice For Me

“I bet you do,” Malachi answered and then, to Justice’s outraged fury, he jerked the boy against him and then tossed him over his shoulder and carried him through the crowd and toward the door. There were catcalls that caused his prisoner to struggle even harder, but Malachi was amped up on pure rage and an unexplained frustration and he wasn’t going to back down. Nice guy Malachi was gone, it was time for the boy to meet the real Malachi.

Justice Conners was not a lightweight, not by anybody’s standards. He was a tall six foot two inches of nothing but pure lean muscle, but Malachi was six foot five inches and had the body of a gym god. He spent hours and hours working out and had been trained by professionals in all sorts of ways to protect his body or fight aggressively when necessary. On top of that, Justice had been begging for this from the moment they’d been brought together and Malachi was going to fucking give it to him.

He sat Justice’s feet on the ground long enough to open the back hatch of the Hummer and then picked him back up and shoved him inside. Once there, he flipped the boy onto his stomach, jerked up the rope he had brought, and started wrapping it tightly around his bucking feet and legs. He whistled happily while Justice called him every name in the book. When his feet were secured, he hooked the rope around the cuffs and knotted it tightly, leaving the boy hog-tied and cursing loud enough to wake the fucking dead.

“My dad will lock you under the jail for doing this to me! You damned well better not leave me like this. My friends are calling the cops right now. If you don’t…”

Malachi shushed him by shoving a ball gag in his mouth and strapping it around his head and securing it tightly with the tiny locks. The deafening quietness sounded wonderful to Malachi’s ears. He leaned over, gripped the back of Justice’s hair, and yanked his head up until they were eye to eye. “Can you breathe okay, pup?”

Justice’s eyes rolled around wildly and then tried to shake his head from Malachi’s tight grip. “Blink twice if you can breathe,” he ordered.

Justice glared…and what a pretty, pretty glare it was.

Malachi laughed. “Here’s the deal, pup. I can sit here all night long and wait for your answer. Do you know why I can sit here all night long? Because I’m not hog-tied and my mouth isn’t stuffed full with a ball gag, that’s why. You’re going to stay this way until I get you home, so you need to let me know if you can breathe comfortably or not.”

He blinked twice.

“Good boy,” he said and just to torment and humiliate the kid, he gave Justice’s squirming ass a firm pat. His act of punishment backfired when his own body immediately responded to those tight muscles that flexed so enticingly beneath his palm. Hell, it had been way too long…

“Fuck,” he swore as he slammed the door shut, leaving Justice hog-tied and humiliated.

The hour long drive back to Spring City only succeeded in making Malachi’s anger and frustration amp up a couple of notches. By the time he swung the Hummer into the driveway and then, for the first time since their arrival, into the dark garage, he had a Dom buzz going on like he had never experienced. The kid needed to learn respect and he was about to receive his first lesson.

Warning bells, one right after another, sounded loudly in his head, warning him to rein-it-the-fuck in, but he ignored them.

Whistling again, he bounced out of the vehicle and yanked the hatch door open. His kid was right where he left him but his breathing was calm and he wasn’t struggling any longer. His beautiful face looked almost peaceful as his eyelashes teased the tops of his cheekbones. When those pale blue eyes flickered open, it took almost a full five seconds before the anger flashed back and he started kicking and struggling against his binds again.

The smile on his face must have been sinister because Justice froze. Shock rolled off his body in waves of nervous terror, his eyes darting around as he apparently tried to understand what was happening. Afraid the kid’s legs and arms had already started to go numb, Malachi released the knots and started massaging the muscles. Justice whimpered against the ball gag, but Malachi made no move to remove it…nor did he offer to remove the cuffs still linked around the kid’s slim wrists. “Easy, pup,” Malachi murmured in a strange voice that lulled Justice into a state of submission. “You need to let the circulation return to your legs.” He talked as he pulled Justice into a sitting position. After a few minutes of rubbing the circulation back into Justice’s limbs, he abruptly stood up and then swung the kid over his shoulder again. A yelp of surprise tried to escape from behind the ball gag, but Malachi paid no heed. There was a lesson to be taught, and a lesson to be learned.

So what if he was going to enjoy it more than he probably should, he had certainly earned it.

There wasn’t a huge struggle as he carried the kid through the house, but he suspected this docile version of Justice wouldn’t stay with him much longer. What he had planned was going to be tough for a boy who had never been disciplined in his entire life to handle but it was oh-so-necessary and well-earned. On top of that, he just fucking wanted to do it.

He carried him through the house until they were in the spacious living room that had two large sofas and a massive fireplace that covered almost one entire wall. The other wall was nothing but large windows that framed the beautiful Tennessee scenery. Since the over-sized sofas were positioned in the center of the room, he could walk behind them…and drop his bundle of male flesh at his feet.

Justice landed with a humph and then those beautiful eyes flashed up at him, sending messages of hate and humiliation. The poor kid thought his night was over but Malachi knew it was only about to begin.

“You disobeyed my wishes, Justice. I left my family so that I could protect you and you’ve been nothing but disrespectful and disobedient since our first day together. You’ve acted like a child so I’m going to discipline you like a child.”

He reached down and grabbed Justice by the belt and yanked him into a standing position. Blue eyes were wide in shock and all types of garbled words were trying to escape from the gag, but there was no stopping Malachi. He turned the boy around and shoved him, face first over the back of the couch until he was bent in half, legs on one side, chest on the other, and ass straight up in the air. Before he could even begin to struggle, Malachi moved behind him and reached around to unfasten a belt, a snap, and a zipper and then yanked the jeans and underwear down low enough to expose a perfectly shaped bubble ass.

Justice started struggling wildly and choked screams of outrage echoed off the walls of the living room. Malachi’s hand landed on the naked ass with enough force to leave a bright red handprint on the pale flesh. “Calm yourself!” he bellowed.

He moved around to stand at the side of Justice and then raised a leg to clamp it down against Justice’s back and then used his other leg to hold down his legs. “You’re going to choke if you don’t calm yourself down, Justice. Settle,” he ordered again.

He watched and waited, completely unsure of how the boy would respond, but not really caring at the moment. Justice’s nostrils flared and his eyes rolled around frantically for several long minutes before his breathing finally settled to a level that Malachi felt comfortable with. He hands, still cuffed and resting at the base of his back, would clench into a tight fist and then unclench. It was a nervous gesture that Malachi wouldn’t usually put up with but Justice wasn’t his submissive and this wasn’t sex…it was punishment.

“Very good,” Malachi complimented. “Breath slowly just like that. In and out. In and out. Focus on your breathing but I also need you to focus on what I’m doing to you. I need you to know why you are being punished so that you will know what to expect the next time you decide it might be fun to disobey or disrespect me.” He unbuckled his own belt and slowly slid it through the hoops of his pants, enjoying how Justice’s eyes got bigger and bigger as each second passed.

He snapped the belt until it made a popping noise and then raised it into the air, pausing above that beautiful twitching ass that was begging to be spanked. “This is for bringing a phone with you when you had been explicitly told not to.” The belt dropped with a whoosh and snapped a cheek hard enough to leave a red line in its wake and a garbled fuck from Justice. “This is for fucking the stewardess on the plane while I’m away from the woman I love.” The belt smacked the tender flesh again and the sultry stripe was gorgeous to Malachi. “This is for complaining about everything. This is for implying that I am old. This is for being disrespectful. This is for lying to me. This is for sneaking out of your room and making me hunt you down. This is for being a fucking spoiled brat.”

A groan of angry need escaped from beneath the ball gag, sounding so painful that one would know it had come from the very depths of the kid’s soul.

Again and again, the thick leather belt made harsh contact with the exposed ass dancing from side to side in a futile attempt to escape punishment until each cheek was heated and a bright rosy red. His boy had stopped struggling about three lashes ago and there were no more garbled curses, whines, or yelps trying to escape from behind the gag.

Shock gripped Malachi as he realized what had happened, the subtle changes that had taken place during Justice’s punishment. He was no longer using his legs to hold the boy down. Justice was as limber as a rag doll and draped seductively over the couch all on his own. His breathing was calm and steady and his eyes, a bright blue, were at half-mast in what looked to be a lazy, pleasurable daze. His blinks were slow as he so obviously rode the tide of sub-space.

Malachi’s cock was hard and throbbing in a painful rhythm that matched Justice’s steady breathing. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out and stroked the burning red flesh that he had just spanked in an uncontrolled frenzy of pure arousal. The hot flesh twitched beneath his fingers and a moan of pleasure wailed from Justice. The boy was offering his ass in the most seductive way, legs spread as wide as the jeans would allow and a provocative clenching and unclenching of his puckered hole. He was perfectly groomed, completely hairless, just the way Malachi loved his men.

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