Getting Centred

Part 4/?


"You know, I follow that old quote by Gilbert and Sullivan," I said, glancing at Lyle, who seemed to be watching me, entranced. He shook himself and quirked an eyebrow. "Let the punishment fit the crime," I explained.

His eyes lit up. "I do like the way you think, Jarod. I always have. What do you suggest?"

I went on to explain my idea, and he interjected a few suggestions of his own, until we had a course of action decided on.

Now, he had to set it up, since I wasn't going to be in a position to contribute anything. I was interested in seeing if this was all a ploy to get me to work with him, or if he really planned on going through with this. He asked me to give him a few days. Not that there was much I could do, if nothing came of our last hour of collaboration; but it would give me more incentive to escape. At the moment, it scared me to realize I wanted to stay, just to see this through.

That evening, Mr. Lyle brought me above ground to his own office, where we searched on-line for the equipment we'd need, and then he ordered it for over-night delivery.

During the next few days, I did the pretends given me, waiting for Lyle to say it was time.

I still wasn't sure if I really believed we were going to go through with this, but I wanted to believe it, and I was having fun, planning it all out. I never would have believed we could get along so well. I still hate him, really I do. It's just not as pronounced as it used to be.

I assume that it's because of the incidents with the guards, but he's never required that I do more than suck his dick. He was serious, when he said I had to ask for everything though, the bastard. He makes it quite clear that I haven't any choice, yet he refuses to do anything until I ask. At first, I thought it was to humiliate me, making me ask him to debase me; now I'm not so sure. He seems to have his own little code of honor. I doubt he even realizes there's no difference between what he's doing and what the guards did. To him, I want it, or I wouldn't ask.

That evening, I lay bound to the bed, and Lyle stood towering above me.

The smile he bestowed on me scared the hell out of me. I hadn't seen that smile since the cage, when he was preparing a particularly nasty torture to use on me.

I flinched when he sat next to me, but he didn't notice my reaction, as he was preoccupied, fiddling with one of my wrist cuffs.

"We're going to make those guards sorry tomorrow, Jaro. They're going to regret taking advantage of you." then, softly he added, "you're mine."

Suddenly I felt as if I understood. He was jealous that they had gotten to me first. He was pissed, more because he hadn't given them permission to hurt me, than that they had actually hurt me.

I was about to say something cutting, bound do make him angry, but thankfully his lips on mine cut off my words. When he pulled back, I must have been staring at him with a really stupid look, because he chuckled.

"Were you going to say something?" he asked, with a raised brow.

I shook my head in a daze.

"Jarod, do you trust me?" he asked, his voice hushed.

I gave him a look that clearly told him no.

He didn't look upset or insulted; if anything, he looked relieved. "See that you never do," he warned me. Then he maneuvered his body in a way that allowed him to take my cock down his throat.

How was he able to do that? Within minutes, I was twisting around in my bonds, whimpering his name. I wanted nothing more than to come. Had I not been in the throes of lust, I never would have begged him to continue.

"Lyle, please, please let me come," I whimpered. Through my haze, I saw him step away and get out of his clothes; laying them neatly over the straight back chair in the corner.

"You want to come, Jarod?" he caressed my dick again, his eyes gazing straight into mine.

"Please Lyle," I choked out- lifting my hops off the bed, trying to follow the touch of his fingers.

"I'll let you come, but on my terms, not yours. If you come before I want you to, I'll have to punish you," he warned me, his voice terrifyingly cold.

I flashed back to the jumper cables against my thighs and belly a few weeks before the cage, and I couldn't hide my whimper. "I don't know if I can stop myself," I confessed in a whisper.

Lyle leaned over and kissed my mouth again. Pulling back, he offered, "I have a cock ring. It'll keep you in check until I want you to come. Would you like me to use it?"

I nodded, but he didn't move. I had to say out loud what I wanted. He told me once that it was so he didn't misinterpret my body language. The bastard. I gritted my teeth and asked, "Would you please use the cock ring?" I wondered what the cock ring would actually do. I'd seen them mentioned on the Internet, but until I saw it in action, I wasn't sure I'd ever understand it.

He bent over, rummaging in his bag against the wall; giving me a great view of his ass. Strange how my perspectives were changing. While a month ago I would never have even thought to glance at a man's butt, here I was, admiring Lyle's.

He came back to me, holding a tube of something in one hand and a round piece of metal in his other. He moved to kneel over my belly he showed it to me, explaining how it worked.

Then he slid it into place over my flagging erection. It wasn't very tight, until he took my cock back into his mouth, and in no time, I understood what it did!

I saw him reaching behind himself, but couldn't tell what he was doing, and admittedly, I didn't really care either. He knew more tricks with his tongue than I ever would have imagined possible. I catalogued each one, wondering how he would react to my doing it to him. The only word I could think enough to say was a repetitive chant of "Please".

Mr. Lyle lifted his head, releasing my cock with a flourish and he crawled up over my body to kiss me again.

I returned the kiss, thrusting my hips aimlessly in the air.

"You're going to like this, Jaro," he promised with a grin and knelt above me. Reaching behind him, he guided my cock into his ass.

Oh God! I'd have come immediately had I been able to. Now I understood his reasoning for the cock ring.

The look on his face spoke of both pain and pleasure. It was difficult, but I kept my body completely still. He would want complete control, and I didn't dare defy him, especially now. A few moments later, he had me all the way inside, his ass literally touched my balls. When I glanced down at Lyle, his face was sweating and his cock was hard against his own belly.

That brought me up short, he found this enjoyable?

"You like being fucked?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Lyle laughed, and the contractions around my cock were fantastic, albeit a bit painful, and I made a note to remember it; but for now, I was more interested in his response.

"Mmmm, yes; by certain partners. When done properly, it's a mind-blowing experience," he explained, rocking against me and lifting himself off a bit, before letting me sink in again. He suddenly gasped in pleasure and his hands clenched against his side. The pleasure I felt was hampered by the cock ring, but if anything, the pain seemed to amplify the pleasure. Lyle began a steady rhythm and started to jack himself off. By this time, I thought was going to die if I didn't come soon.

"God! Lyle!" I cried out, and at that precise moment, he released the cock ring and I came hard. Lyle knelt above me; panting as he continued to work his own cock, sweat dripping onto my chest. When he finally came, he did so quietly, and collapsed, laying at my side; panting hard.

After a few moments, he asked me, "Did you like it?"

I turned to stare at him. Was he serious? Evidently he was, as his eyes looked worried and a slight frown graced his features.

I nodded. "It was amazing. But..." I hesitated.

"But what?" he asked, a hard glint entering his eye.

"Did you? I mean, you weren't just pretending so I would think it's no big deal?" I asked timidly.

His expression immediately softened and to my relief, he smiled. "It's hard to pretend an erection, Jaro. Yes, I enjoyed it," he assured me, and kissed me again.

Have I mentioned how amazing this man is at kissing? When he finally pulled away from me, I gasped for breath. He stood up and went into the bathroom. When he returned, he brought a towel and cleaned off my stomach and the mattress beneath me. He then untied me, and let me rub circulation back into my arms.

"Get some sleep, Jarod. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow," he reminded me.

I nodded and didn't protest when he covered me, even though he kept the room at a comfortable enough temperature that I really didn't need it.

He left the room and I started to think clearly again. How was he able to cloud my mind so easily, with just his presence? And what was he up to? Lyle told me straight out to not trust him; yet his every action spoke of caring. Didn't Sydney once tell me that actions spoke louder than words?

I was torn-- I knew I shouldn't trust him-- even he told me not to trust him. But, I wanted to trust him, and his actions told me that I could. I went through all of his past actions, reminding myself of why he couldn't be trusted. In the end, the only explanation for his current change of actions was because I was giving him what he wanted.

Mr. Lyle was an intelligent man, I knew he was. He even outthought me, in order to get me into the cage. Another matter of honor. He didn't put me in the cage; I willingly dropped myself into it. With that sort of intelligence, why would he not recognize the reason I gave in? Unless he did recognize it, and figured it was better than nothing?

I fell asleep, still trying to understand him.