Enslavement of Jim
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Category:
S through Z › Sentinel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,120
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Sentinel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Prologue
It was night time in the city of Cascade, Washington, and all was quiet at 852 Prospect, in fact a little too quiet. The residents were happy for the quiet - - all but two. The men in 3A weren’t happy. Things weren’t exactly going as planned. One anthropologist/Guide was willing, ready, and able for sex, fun, and games, but his partner a big, buff detective/Sentinel of the MC squad wasn’t co-operating at all. In fact, his manhood wasn’t ‘up’ for anything and just laid there like a limp over cooked noodle.
Normally Blair wouldn’t let it upset him. After all, it happens even to the best of them. Sometimes you just aren’t in the mood, even if your partner could cut diamonds he is that ready. But lately this has been happening more often that not, and Blair was getting concerned and a little paranoid. Was Jim already tired of him? Was Jim wanting their relationship to end? Blair just laid there with his back toward his lover, and tried not to cry.
Jim lay on his side of the bed just as miserable as his lover and Guide. What Blair did not know was that Jim needed more stimulation than “vanilla” sex could give him. He was good for awhile, but sooner or later he just needed ‘more’ - - and it had been quite awhile since he had indulged his baser instincts.
He and a few other people from MC had formed a club for that sole purpose - - to relieve stress and to have fun, but when his senses went crazy he had stopped going, afraid of getting in too deep with no one to pull him out. But now, all he wanted was to go back and experience those feelings again, but this time with Blair. In order for this to happen the other “tops” or “doms” had to approve of Sandburg being there, and being trained to take Jim on as a sub or a slave. The final choice would be Blair’s, not Jim’s.
He suddenly smelled the salt of fresh tears and knew that either Blair was crying or was trying desperately not to. Rolling over, he pulled Blair into a hug, making sure his body spooned every part of Blair’s body.
“Ssshhh, it’s not your fault. I’ll to talk to someone in the morning and hopefully it will be fixed soon. I love you, Blair. I need you. I just need more, and I hope this will give it to us.”
In the state Blair was in at that moment, his mind took Jim’s statement as proof that Jim WAS seeing someone else. That was the ‘more’ that Jim was referring to, it had to be. That thought made Blair cry harder. Eventually he cried himself to sleep and Jim soon followed.
It was night time in the city of Cascade, Washington, and all was quiet at 852 Prospect, in fact a little too quiet. The residents were happy for the quiet - - all but two. The men in 3A weren’t happy. Things weren’t exactly going as planned. One anthropologist/Guide was willing, ready, and able for sex, fun, and games, but his partner a big, buff detective/Sentinel of the MC squad wasn’t co-operating at all. In fact, his manhood wasn’t ‘up’ for anything and just laid there like a limp over cooked noodle.
Normally Blair wouldn’t let it upset him. After all, it happens even to the best of them. Sometimes you just aren’t in the mood, even if your partner could cut diamonds he is that ready. But lately this has been happening more often that not, and Blair was getting concerned and a little paranoid. Was Jim already tired of him? Was Jim wanting their relationship to end? Blair just laid there with his back toward his lover, and tried not to cry.
Jim lay on his side of the bed just as miserable as his lover and Guide. What Blair did not know was that Jim needed more stimulation than “vanilla” sex could give him. He was good for awhile, but sooner or later he just needed ‘more’ - - and it had been quite awhile since he had indulged his baser instincts.
He and a few other people from MC had formed a club for that sole purpose - - to relieve stress and to have fun, but when his senses went crazy he had stopped going, afraid of getting in too deep with no one to pull him out. But now, all he wanted was to go back and experience those feelings again, but this time with Blair. In order for this to happen the other “tops” or “doms” had to approve of Sandburg being there, and being trained to take Jim on as a sub or a slave. The final choice would be Blair’s, not Jim’s.
He suddenly smelled the salt of fresh tears and knew that either Blair was crying or was trying desperately not to. Rolling over, he pulled Blair into a hug, making sure his body spooned every part of Blair’s body.
“Ssshhh, it’s not your fault. I’ll to talk to someone in the morning and hopefully it will be fixed soon. I love you, Blair. I need you. I just need more, and I hope this will give it to us.”
In the state Blair was in at that moment, his mind took Jim’s statement as proof that Jim WAS seeing someone else. That was the ‘more’ that Jim was referring to, it had to be. That thought made Blair cry harder. Eventually he cried himself to sleep and Jim soon followed.