The Blood of the Ocean

**WARNING**: This story containsphicphic and gratuitous sex. This story is
about BDSM, and some people may find it offensive. Contained herein are
depictions of bondage and domination, sadomasochism and a dominant/submissive
relationship. There is sex, and a whole lot of it, there is pain, there is
pleasure and there is hot monkey n'. n'. If this isn't your bag baby, go
elsewhere. If you are under the appropriate age in your state/country, come
back when you get a fake ID. If you find the word 'cock' offensive, never work
on a chicken farm. You have been warned.

WARNING #2: If you made it past the first warning, and still intend on reading
this story, then I apologize for the sheer... smuttiness... of this story. I
blame Keeper. She told me to do it. And Ginger. She kept sending emails.
It's not my fault, I swear.

WARNING #3: The following plot will not hold up under scrutiny of any sort.
Please just sit back, enjoy the ride, and don't send me emails listing the weak
points or the times when Mickey and Mini were wildly out of character, cause
really... that's kind of the point. Steve and Craig would never let them do
this, and I can't think why not.

Title: The Blood of the Ocean
Author: Mandy
E-mail: kitty_amazon@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Ha!
Key words: MPJR, BDSM, smut.
Summary: Sometimes the only way to fight... is to give in.
Disclaimer: They're mine. I'm keeping them. They're going to have lots of
naughty fun and Steve and Craig will be really jealous. Jarod's going to be a
happy little slave boy and... oh all right... They're not mine; I'm only
borrowing them for nefarious and naked purposes. Don't sue me, cause this stuff
shouldn't be read aloud in any court. No infringement intended, and I've gained
nothing from this but vicarious thrills and you can't go shopping with that.


The Blood of the Ocean


Over a drink and a box of chocolates, Parker wasn't particularly surprised
when the phone rang; nor was she surprised by the voice on the other end.
Jarod's calls had become more and more frequent lately, a certain warmth evident
in his tone.

"You just missed me in DC today," he said when she picked up the phone. Parker
laughed, she was feeling warm and relaxed, the beginning of summer putting her
in a good mood.

"Is this a social call, Jarod, or is there a method to this madness?" she said.

"Awww... I can't call up my favourite huntress, and say 'hey?'" he asked
teasingly. Parker tilted her head in bemusement; there was an underlying tone
of flirtation in their conversations recently, and she wasn't quite sure where
it was stemming from.

"Hey. There you go," she said with mock-triumph, stuffing a chocolate in her
mouth and chewing. Jarod chuckled

"What are you eating?" he asked.

"Don't you know curiosity killed the Pretender?" Miss Parker scoffed, and then
sighed, "Chocolate. I'm eating chocolate... Jealous?"

"Yes," Jarod said in an intimate tone, "Very. That chocolate is extremely
lucky."

Jesus, Parker thought, he was getting blatant. She sucked in a deep
breath, at a loss for words, and Jarod gave a low chuckle on the other end of
the line.

"I've finally shocked that infamously sharp tongue into silence, have I?" Jarod
asked; sounding highly amused.

"When I catch you," Parker said dangerously, "I'm going to *gag* you into
silence."

"Is that a threat... or a promise?"

Miss Parker had a startling mental flash of Jarod naked and subservient,
his well-muscled body oiled and a gag in his mouth. The image sent her pulse
racing, reminding her of the days when she'd had the time for such pleasures.

"You don't have the balls to keep up with me, Jarod," she snapped, still trying
to shake off the provocative images.

"Find out!"

There was silence as they both reeled from the implications of their
conversation. Parker took a healthy swig of her drink, placing it back on the
coffee table with a trembling hand. She heard Jarod sigh on the line.

"Don't you ever wonder..." he said, and trailed off.

"No," Parker snapped, although her mind immediately began to conjure up images
of her and Jarod, naked and entwined on a bed, writhing together...

"I'm sure all that misplaced aggression would channel quite well into-" Jarod
began.

"You'll never know," she growled, cutting him off, and her a soft, warm chuckle.

"I bet you are just *dying* to see me on my knees, Miss Parker, and not for the
Centre's benefit, either," he murmured, sounding a little breathless. Her mouth
went dry at the mental image he provoked.

"You have no idea what you are talking about," she said hoarsely, and there was
a brief silence.

"Well then. Perhaps I had better find out," Jarod said, and hung up.


Three Months Later


It was a hazy, fractured, thought that first entered Miss Parker's head. She'd
been drugged. The last thing she remembered was going to sleep naturally, but
sometime after that point a drug had been put into her system, and now her head
hurt, she couldn't open her eyes properly, her mouth was dry, and one thought
was in her mind; she'd been drugged.

Parker rolled her head, giving a small moan, shifting her legs aimlessly. She
opened her eyes for a moment, squeezing them closed again at the bright light.
Twisting onto her side, Miss Parker sheltered her eyes, opening them slowly,
carefully, taking note of her surroundings. She was in a bed, crisp linen
sheets covering her naked body. As her vision adjusted to the bright light,
Miss Parker could see she was in a spacious room, and sunlight from a high bank
of windows was flooding the room with light.

Rolling over and sitting up, Miss Parker froze. Jarod was kneeling beside the
bed. Jarod was kneeling beside the bed, naked as the day he was born, his body
carefully aligned in an all too familiar position. His head was bowed; his
shoulders and back perfectly straight. He had his hands behind his back, and
his knees were spread, so he created a fine figure, the picture of submission.
He was toying with her, Parker thought, clenching her fists in anger. She drew
herself up, being careful to tuck the sheets across her breasts, and put on her
most scathing expression.

"You've *got* to be kidding me!" she growled. Jarod flinched slightly, but
didn't raise his eyes.

"No Mistress," he said softly.

Parker blanched. It had been years since she had been on the receiving
end of that particular address, years since she had been active on the scene.
Jarod had obviously found out about her old practices, and this was some attempt
to humiliate her, to degrade her. Well, she wouldn't stand for it. She
wouldn't feel ashamed.

"Congratulations Jarod. You found out about my kinky fuck-games. What games
have you got in mind? What do I have to suffer through before you're
satisfied?" she asked silkily. She climbed off the bed, winding the sheet
around her body.

"No games, Mistress, I only wish to serve you," Jarod murmured. Parker was
taken aback by the sincerity in his tone.

"You want to be my sub, Jarod? My slave, Jarod?" she asked, incredulous.

"I'm fully trained, Mistress," Jarod said.

Miss Parker gazed at the kneeling man before her in shock. Jarod was
trained in the scene? When in hell had he found time to be trained? Parker
herself knew that it took months to fully train a good slave, she herself had
been trained, many years ago, then trained others as she had begun to move up in
the scene. Before her eventual departure, Parker had been known as one of the
best trainers and a highly sought after Mistress.

"What the hell are you up to?" she wondered aloud, and Jarod raised his eyes
without raising his head.

"Mistress, please believe me when I say this is completely genuine," he
murmured, and Parker was not unaware of the slightly wistful look in his eye.

"You've got a crush, is that it?" she hissed derisively, "Wanted to fuck the
woman who hunts you, and decided to find the most enticing way of presenting
yourself?"

Jarod flinched, and lowered his eyes again, obviously hurt, and Miss
Parker immediately felt remorse for her cruel words. Before she could say
another thing, Jarod set his shoulders determinedly, "Believe what you will,
Mistress, but know that I have brought you nothing but sincerity and faith, and
offered myself to you completely in what could be a potentially humiliating -
not to mention damaging - way. I have chosen to trust my instincts and trust
you, and I will hope you will take it in good stead."

Miss Parker gaped. Jarod had a point - he had put himself in a very
vulnerable position, and she could easily abuse his trust, harming him quite
badly in the process. She chewed her lip, realising that he really was offering
himself as a slave, aware of all the risks it involved. She touched two fingers
to his chin, tilting his face up, and he met her gaze solemnly. She ran her
thumb across his bottom lip.

The truth was that many of her fantasies of late involved Jarod, and him
presenting himself, naked and subservient, was the perhaps the most arousing
thing she could imagine. Jarod, her sub, with none of the bitterness of the
past lying between them, only a mutual desire to satisfy each others' baser
needs. How could she refuse?

Regarding Jarod thoughtfully, she decided to give him a small test.

"Stand up, slave," she said. Automatically her voice softened, became husky,
giving it the dangerous edge she had always used when in Mistress-mode.

Jarod stood up gracefully, holding his head up but keeping his eyes
downcast. Parker looked him over for the first time, noting his neatly kept
physical appearance. His hair was trimmed so it sat just above the nape of his
neck, his jaw was clean-shaven, and his muscular body was cleaned and toned.
Parker let her eyes drift lower, examining the impressive length of his flaccid
penis, and noticed a slight flush of colour infused Jarod's cheeks. She smiled,
then reached out and flicked one of his nipples.

"Am I a captive here, slave?" she asked softly. Jarod hesitated for a moment,
and she pinched his nipple gently.

"You cannot leave Mistress, but I think you will be very comfortable here," he
said quickly. Miss Parker nodded.

"So you're keeping me here, to be my sex slave and pander to my every whim...
who says I want you, slave?" she asked. Jarod flicked his eyes up to hers
briefly.

"I hope you will find use of me, Mistress, I'm giving myself wholly to you," he
said.

"So youersterstand you're mine, and I may do anything I wish with you?" Miss
Parker asked. She gave his nipple a light twist, and Jarod inhaled sharply, but
didn't protest.

"Yes Mistress, I belong to you."

"All right," Parker decided, "I must admit, I think it's a strange and
incredible thing you're doing, but an offer I couldn't possibly refuse. From
now on, you belong to me... and first off, I want you to draw me a bath, slave."

Jarod bobbed his head quickly, smiling to himself, and hurried off.
Opening a door to one side of the room, he revealed a modern bathroom with a
deep, claw-footed bath. Miss Parker approached slowly, watching him diligently
adjust the water temperature, adding a mixture of oils and bubble bath.

"Close your eyes, boy," Parker instructed once Jarod had turned off the water.
He returned to his former position kneeling, closing his eyes. Parker dropped
her sheet and climbed into the bath, carefully arranging the bubbles over
herself. She sighed in contentment, and then addressed Jarod again, "You can
open your eyes, I want to ask you some questions."

"Yes Mistress?"

"Who trained you, slave, and where?" Parker asked.

"Master Marcus Levrin, in New Orleans, Mistress," Jarod answered.

Startled, Parker sat up slightly, reaching up to tilt Jarod's face to her
view, "You were trained by a man?"

"Yes," Jarod said.

"You had sex with him?" she asked, and Jarod coloured again.

"Yes Mistress," he murmured, and hesitated before adding, "I have no diseases if
that's what you are wondering. I have always been very careful with all of my
sexual partners."

"No, of course not, I just... wasn't expecting that," Parker finished lamely.
She took her hand away from Jarod's face, sinking back into the warm water,
puzzling over the information he had given her.

For Jarod to be into the B and D scene at all was quite a surprise, but to
learn that not only was he a submissive, he had been in a gay relationship, was
shocking. Parker had always thought of Jarod as being fairly straight laced and
conservative, what with his strict view on the ideal family, and had never
imagined that he'd be into anything more than straight vanilla sex. The current
turn of events was surreal.

"Are you into pain?" Miss Parker asked. Jarod looked away quickly, and she
nodded to herself, "No, I didn't think so."

"Mistress, I have a letter from Master Marcus, he said to pass it on to you,"
Jarod said. Parker nodded again, it was not uncommon for a sub's previous
Master or Mistress to provide information for the next one, lowering the risk of
injury or confusion in a new relationship.

It felt good, slipping into the familiar rhythms of learning another's
needs and mentally adjusting her responses in turn. While some of the subs she
had previously taken on had craved controlled amounts of pain just as much as
they craved pleasure, Parker herself had never been into *serious* pain all that
much, either giving it or receiving it. While she saw the benefit of a good,
erotic spanking, the lines between pleasure and pain had always been fairly
clear to her, but she understood it wasn't always so for others.

"Well, you've been trained already, so the hardest part is over, but I'll still
have to train you to *my* needs, boy," Miss Parker said thoughtfully.

"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, scooping up a handful of water and smoothing it over
her hair. Parker leant into his ministrations, a faint sense of amazement
washing over her. Not only was she about to enter into a sexual arrangement
with *Jarod*, of all people, it was in the roles of Mistress and slave.

"First of all, don't treat me like I'm your girlfriend. I'm not. I'm your
Mistress, you are here to serve me; you will find happiness through my
happiness. That means you are a slave twenty-four hours a day; you don't get a
break. No trying to overpower me, or I swear I'll whip you with in an inch of
your life. Oh, and slave?" Parker said.

"Yes Mistress?" Jarod asked, gently shampooing her hair.

"No kissing without permission."

"Yes Mistress."

Miss Parker allowed herself to relax under Jarod's tender ministrations,
sighing as he poured water over her scalp with cupped hands to wash out the
shampoo. Who knew that a man who could torment her so thoroughly would behave
so tenderly?

With that thought of their 'real' lives, Parker frowned. "How exactly am
I supposed to explain my absence to my father?" she asked, and Jarod smiled
mischievously.

"I, uh, recorded a few of our phone conversations over the last few months.
With the sound samples, I managed to piece together a credible message for your
father saying you were stressed and you were going away for a little while," he
said, and Parker chuckled. Her father had been suggesting she take a few days ay ray recently, evidently concerned by how hard she had been working.

Jarod finished washing her hair, and Parker was about to ask him to close
his eyes again, then shrugged to herself. What did she have to lose? Standing
up, she twisted the water out of her hair and stepped out of the bath. Jarod
smiled warmly, his eyes drifting over her body as he wrapped her in a towel, and
Parker slapped his wandering hands away.

"Careful slave. You have to earn any liberties you want to take," she chastised
teasingly. Jarod grinned up at her.

"May I dry you off, Mistress?" he asked cheerfully. Parker chuckled.

"No. You can go find me some clothes."

Cheerfully Jarod disappeared into the bedroom, and she followed him at a
leisurely pace. The big brass bed was the sole item of furniture in the
spacious room, but Parker could also see that it doubled as a playroom. One
wall was lined with cupboards, and there were some hooks set into the walls at
various intervals.

From one of the tall cupboards Jarod took some simple white pants and a
white tank top, bringing them to Miss Parker almost reverentially as she dried
herself off. Taking the clothes from him, she gently squeezed Jarod's ass. He
gave a slight start, then offered her a thick white envelope, the words 'For
Jarod', written in neat script across it.

"I'm assuming the kitchen is downstairs, so I want you to go and make us
something to eat. Don't come back upstairs, I'll be down soon," she ordered,
taking the envelope. Jarod gave a quick nod, and then hurried off.

Dressing quickly, Parker gave into her growing curiosity and began opening
the cupboards one by one. Inside she found every manner of toy and prop she
could want, including several costumes that made her smile. The array of
paddles, whips, leather bindings and toys was one of the largest collections
Parker had ever seen. On one shelf she even found a small stash of jewellery,
and she poured over them thoughtfully before making a quick selection and
seating herself on the bed.

Turning the envelope over in her hands, she saw that it had a wax seal
with the initials ML imprinted on it. The seal had not yet been broken, and
Parker lifted it with one of her nails carefully. Inside were several sheets of
expensive white paper, the same flowing script marking it. She scanned its
contents quickly, absorbing the information quickly.


Dear Sir or Madame,

First let Me begin by congratulating You for the acquisition of
Jarod, he is a fine specimen, and a loving and obedient slave. He will serve
You with enthusiasm and loyalty; qualities that are hard to find in this day and
age.

Jarod has been fully trained in the basic day-to-day rituals and
expectations of a sub, and, at his request, had a crash course in the 24/7 life
of a slave. He is skilled with most BDSM implements and able to top upon
request, and has enjoyed scenes as the dominant partner, but prefers to remain
in his submissive state for most of the time. He is proficient at any task he
is instructed to complete, and for the most part, finds contentment as a sub.

Due to early issues with nudity, Jarod spent most of his training naked,
and is now sufficiently comfortable with his body and self-image, and has since
acknowledged to preferring to be in his natural state.

My time with Jarod, although brief, was very fulfilling. The boy has a
wonderment about him that is inspiring, and confessed to Me that, prior to my
tutelage, his sexual experience had been somewhat awkward encounters, few and
far between. Despite his lack of experience, he was eager to learn, and it is
my opinion that he is a sensualist at heart. Sweet foods introduced into a
scene seemed to hold special appeal for him.

However, I must give one very strict warning to You; Jarod is not a
masochist. At no time has he enjoyed pain play at any level higher than a light
spanking. During our time together, there was a small incident in which I
attempted to use corporal punishment for a small discrepancy on his behalf.
Jarod's reaction was one of severe, almost paralytic, fright, followed by a
period of intense emotions ranging from rage and anger to abject misery and
feelings of helplessness. When later debriefed, Jarod admitted he found no
catharsis in pain, as many other subs do, which leads Me to believe he has
suffered some abuse in his lifetime.

Extended pain play is NOT an option for Jarod, I cannot emphasise
this enough!

Jarod's punishments thus far have included light spankings, gentle or
stern reprimands, which invoke a deep feeling of remorse in him, and denial of
some of his favourite activities, which mainly include conversation and
interaction with his Master or Mistress. I have found that the sexual aspect of
a sub and dom/me relationship is secondary to the emotional aspect to Jarod; he
responds best to love and affection.

Good luck to You and Jarod, may he serve you well.

Sincerely,

Master Marcus Levrin.


Jarod was piling pancakes onto a plate when Parker entered the airy
kitchen-cum-dining area. He quickly placed the plate onto a table, holding out
a chair for her to sit in. Once he had pushed her chair in, he slipped
gracefully to the floor beside her. Parker stared at the high stack of pancakes
in amusement. There was far too much for her to eat alone, and Jarod was
wearing a faintly hopeful expression.

"Very good, boy," Parker said. She soused her pancakes with syrup, cutting them
into bite sized pieces, then lightly touched Jarod under his chin, "Raise your
head, boy."

Jarod tilted his head up, and Miss Parker took a sticky piece of pancake
and held it to his lips. He ate the piece carefully, licking her fingers clean
when she continued to hold them in front of his mouth. Parker fed hn thn that
manner until a little over half of the food was gone, then stood up.

"Is everything to your liking, Mistress?" Jarod asked anxiously. Parker lifted
the plate up, waving at the table.

"Up there, on your back. I choose to take my breakfast with slave on the side,"
she said, grinning to herself.

Jarod smiled back, hoisting himself up onto the table and laying flat. Miss
Parker tipped the remaining pancakes onto his abdomen, and then grabbed the
bottle of syrup, squeezing it all over his stomach and chest.

"Oh, look at this mess," Parker said cheerfully.

Poking some of the pancake into place over Jarod's nipple, Miss Parker
bent her head to eat it, flicking her tongue over his nipple and scraping it
lightly with her teeth. Jarod made a soft noise in the back of his throat, and
Parker noticed his cock was gradually hardening. She slipped her fingers over
his hard chest, curling them through his crisp chest hair and making everything
sticky with syrup. Jarod's chest heaved, and Parker dipped her head again to
take more mouthfuls of pancake from his abdomen.

Touching her fingers to Jarod's mouth, Parker allowed him to lick and suck
them clean. She nibbled away the last of her breakfast, and then licked his
hip. Jarod gave a low groan, clenching his hands at his side, and Miss Parker
chuckled.

"Something wrong, boy?" she murmured.

"Nothing, Mistress, everything is... perfect," Jarod whispered huskily. Parker
gave a soft sigh of satisfaction, straightening up.

"You can stand up now," she instructed.

"Mistress?" Jarod said in an urgent tone.

"Up!" Parker said, and laughed.

Jarod sat up slowly, casting a wry look at his sticky chest and abdomen.
Miss Parker leant forward, slowly running her tongue across his collarbone.
Jarod's hands drifted to her hips, just resting there lightly, and she edged
forward, standing between his legs. She ran her fingers over his shoulders,
nipping at the tendons on his neck.

"Mistress..." Jarod breathed, applying just the slightest pressure to her hips
with his fingertips.

"Everyday, you'll bring me breakfast in bed - something I can feed you, nothing
too messy. You'll bring me breakfast on a tray, and kneel beside me on the bed,
so I can feed you as I please," Parker whispered into his ear, "Then you'll run
me a bath. I will bathe first, and unless otherwise instructed, you will bathe
while I dress."

"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, giving a small shudder as she paused to suck on his
earlobe.

"You are to keep yourself clean and fit - if at anytime you feel your physical
or mental health is endangered by my actions or actions I have instructed you to
perform, you are to stop immediately and tell me. Do you understand?" she
asked. Jarod nodded seriously, and she continued, touching his chin lightly,
"Don't shave for a few days... I like the feel of some stubble burn on my
thighs."

Jarod gave a hoarse moan at her last words, and Parker kissed the edge of
his mouth very gently. He turned his head, as if to press his lips to hers, but
she stepped away, denying him that pleasure. Sliding from the table, Jarod
dropped to his knees, laying his head by her feet.

"Thankyou Mistress," he whispered, and touched his lips to the top of each of
Parker's bare feet. She gazed at him in mild amazement. He had been trained
well, very well.

"Go upstairs and take a shower. I want to explore," Miss Parker said. Jarod
bobbed his head in acknowledgement, then climbed to his feet and jogged up the
stairs.

Giving a quick look around the well-equipped kitchen, Parker made her way
through a pair of bi-fold doors, finding herself in an open plan living area.
There was a long modular couch in the centre of the room, with a bar in the
corner of the room. There was no television of computer, Parker noted, but
shelves filled with books. A series of glass doors against the far wall gave
access to a courtyard, and outside she found a small deck and pool overlooking a
lush garden.

Behind a variety of tropical plants, Miss parker could see a high
aluminium fence, painted green to blend in, topped with electrified wire. There
was no gate that she could see. Heading back inside, she found a door tucked
away behind a freestanding bookshelf. She managed to shove it aside a few
inches, but didn't have the strength to do more than that. Slipping her hand
into the narrow space, Parker found that the door was locked. She couldn't get
out if she tried.

"Mistress?" Jarod said from the doorway, looking worried.

"Come here," Parker said gently, finding herself wanting to comfort Jarod,
despite the fact that he was the one holding her captive in the first place.
She was slipping into the headspace of mistress easily, her concern for her
slave overruling all else. Jarod loped over to her quickly, kneeling by her
feet and gazing up at her. Miss Parker threaded her fingers into his wet hair,
ruffling it gently.

"It is traditional, when a slave and Mistress are bound to each other, for a
Mistress to present her slave with one or more things to mark him as her own.
These are symbolic markings, but important ones. First," Miss Parker said,
drawing her selected jewellery from her pocket, "A collar - or what will suffice
as one, anyway."

Jarod leaned forward. He studied the circlet of gold Miss Parker held out
for his inspection, reaching up to touch his finger to it, almost reverentially.
The collar was a delicate chain of tiny interconnected gold loops, approximately
half an inch thick. It did up with a small catch, and was designed to sit
comfortably around the base of the throat.

"This belongs to me. I will put it on you, to show that you also belong to me.
It is mine to put on you, and mine to take off of you. The day I take this off
you is the day we are no longer bound to each other. Do you understand and
accept the importance of this collar?" Miss Parker asked. Jarod nodded, gazing
at her in adoration.

"I understand. I accept. I belong to you," Jarod declared sincerely.

With a warm feeling of ceremony, Miss Parker undid the collar, holding it
by its two ends and placing it around Jarod's neck. He bowed his head, giving
her access to the back of his neck. She fastened the collar, tugging quickly to
make sure it was secure, and then trailed her fingers around until her hands met
under his chin.

"Thankyou Mistress," Jarod whispered. He kissed her fingertips gently.

"I'll give you one other thing today, slave," Miss Parker said. Jarod raised
his head expectantly, and she continued, "A name. A slave name; which only I
will ever call you."

Parker stared thoughtfully at her new slave, idly playing with the collar
that rested on his throat. She wanted a name that would epitomise everything of
the man he was, a name that would be precious and powerful.

"You're strong, an unstoppable force. Wild and untamed, forever running, al
c
changing, morphing, and adjusting," she mused. She smiled serenely as the
answer came to her, tipping Jarod's face to her own and placing a chaste kiss
upon his lips. Her voice was a whisper, "River. Your name will be River."

"River," Jarod reed, ed, "Your River."