Break Me

***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


Jason sat on the hard chair in the small, dark room, naked, blindfolded and handcuffed. Despite the conditions, his face was, as usual, expressionless. He didn’t struggle, or even seem uncomfortable. His body language gave nothing away. D.A. Ric Lansing observed him through the one-way mirror, looking for any small sign of weakness. “Come on, Morgan,” he muttered. “Everybody has their breaking point. Show me yours.”

The man in question turned his head toward the glass, almost as if he could see despite the black cloth covering his eyes. Even with those baby blues hidden, arguably his best feature, Jason was still the most beautiful man Ric had ever seen. His cheekbones were magnificently chiseled, and those perfectly shaped lips had been the subject of many a fantasy. With his pants suddenly a little too tight, Ric tired of waiting, and he opened the door and walked inside, carrying his little bag of tricks.

“Tonight is the night, Morgan.” The only indication that Jason even heard the words was a slight creaking of the chair as he shifted his weight. “There’s no point in holding out.”

“I’ve got nothing to say.”

“You’ll be screaming everything I want to hear soon enough.” Practically snorting in derision, Jason allowed a smirk to show on his face, irritating the D.A. with his insolent attitude. “Why is it that you always have to be a hard ass?”

Removing one of the items from the paper bag, Ric opened the jar and picked up a small paintbrush. Jason bit down on his lower lip when he felt the warm chocolate covering his nipples. “Something wrong, Morgan?”

“No,” Jason stated.

The only warning he had was Ric’s hand on his dick the split second before the D.A.’s mouth latched onto a nipple so tightly that Jason had to fight back a scream. Ric’s tongue raked over the sensitive flesh, making the nipple so hard that he knew it had to be painful. Showing no mercy, he scraped the edges of his teeth along the rim, finally eliciting a small groan from Jason when he drew blood.

Switching to the other side, Ric repeated his actions, biting even harder into Jason’s tender flesh than he had before. “Shit,” Jason howled, worried that his nipple was in danger of being torn off completely

Rolling his finger around the injured area, Ric mixed the blood and chocolate together. “You really should taste this,” he said, holding his finger up to Jason’s mouth.

Turning his head to the side, Jason kept his lips clamped together, refusing to cooperate. Laughing at the petulant display, Ric pinched Jason’s nostrils shut and waited, knowing he would have to open his mouth to breathe sooner or later. Holding out as long as he could, Jason finally gasped for air, allowing Ric to shove his fingers inside. At the same time, he grabbed Jason’s balls with his other hand. “No biting, or you’ll be singing soprano.”

Scraping his fingers across Jason’s tongue, Ric forced the flavor on him, laughing when he wrinkled his nose in disgust. “You have no appreciation for the finer things in life.”

Returning to Jason’s nipples, Ric licked them over and over again, savoring them like he was a condemned prisoner about to be executed and they were his last meal. His hands roamed over the sculpted body, relearning the planes and angles that haunted his every waking hour. Knowing how sensitive Jason’s neck was, Ric licked his way up the smooth chest, pausing at the hollow just above the collarbone. Sucking a sliver of Jason’s flesh into his mouth, Ric worked it back and forth between his teeth.

Moaning despite himself, Jason tugged at the handcuffs before tilting his head back, giving Ric carte blanche to indulge. Slowly making his way across Jason’s throat, Ric left dozens of purple marks in his wake. He liked the way they looked against Jason’s golden-hued skin, a visible reminder of their time together.

“No bruises,” Jason hissed.

“I’ll do what I damn well please with you,” Ric snarled. Taking Jason’s mouth in a brutal kiss, Ric yanked the other man’s head back hard and devoured those pretty lips over and over again. By the time he pulled away, Jason’s lips were swollen and blood trickled down his chin from a small cut on the lower one. And, of course, he looked more beautiful than ever.

Jason kept silent, but he was starting to sweat a little and he kept shifting his weight in the chair. Knowing what that meant, Ric let his eyes drop to Jason’s crotch, smiling when he saw the enormous erection. Ric knelt down beside the chair and fisted Jason’s cock, jerking him hard and fast. Despite his words of protest, Jason’s hips bucked into Ric’s hand, searching for his release. When it came, his hot spunk shot up in spurts, landing across his chest in a random pattern of thin white lines.

“Good boy,” Ric whispered. Crawling around to the front of the chair, he got on his knees and started cleaning Jason with his tongue. “Umm, tasty. Sometimes I think I could subsist on you alone.”

“Are we done?” Jason asked, inserting a note of cold disinterest into his voice.

Even though the act didn’t fool Ric for a minute, his anger flared out of control. Yanking off the blindfold, he eased the chair down to the floor so that Jason was lying on his back. Ric fumbled around trying to unfasten his pants, swearing under his breath when his impatience made him clumsy. Finally, he pulled out his dick and straddled Jason’s face, once again pinching his nostrils shut when he refused to cooperate. It took a long time, with Jason holding his breath as long as he possibly could, but his mouth finally opened, and Ric shoved the entire length inside with one thrust, intentionally choking Jason.

The blue eyes were pleading frantically, so Ric pulled back enough to let Jason have some air. “Relax your throat.”

Jason wanted no part of what Ric wanted to do, and he shook his head emphatically. “Fine,” Ric said. “We’ll do it the hard way.”

“Wait,” Jason mumbled unintelligibly, his mouth still full of cock.

“What is it?” Ric demanded impatiently, pulling out so Jason could speak.

“Please don’t do it this way. Let me get on my knees and I’ll suck you off.”

“You know I can get much deeper this way.”

“I don’t like it,” Jason protested.

“Okay, get on your knees then. But I’m going down that throat, one way or another.”

Helping Jason to his feet, Ric waited for him to get down on his knees, knowing that the battle within him must be strong. Jason hated deferring to anyone, and several minutes passed before he finally lowered himself to the floor. Calling Ric’s attention to the handcuffs in what he realized was a futile effort, Jason wasn’t surprised to hear mocking laughter followed by “no fucking way; you don’t need your hands anyway.”

Tilting his head back, Jason opened his mouth and waited. Ric was feeling generous, so he was more gentle than usual, massaging Jason’s throat as he eased his thick shaft into the tight, hot space. Jason’s breath tickled his pubic hair and Ric looked down at the sight of the most beautiful man in the world deep throating him, wishing he could take a picture but having to settle for a mental image instead.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he groaned, moving carefully in and out. Jason was drooling, and the additional wetness made the job easier. Ric watched the action, enthralled as Jason breathed heavily through his nostrils every time his airway wasn’t constricted. Feeling a tongue pressing against his frenulum with every stroke, Ric smiled in appreciation, happy that Jason couldn’t help but participate.

He climaxed suddenly, the first shots going directly down Jason’s throat until Ric pulled back to deposit some in his mouth. “Swallow,” he commanded.

Pulling Jason to his feet, Ric stroked himself to hardness again, amazed by how little time it took. He turned his resistant lover around, bending him over the desk and ordering him to “be still” while he reached into the brown bag again. Shying away from the contact when he felt the cold metal can against his ass, Jason demanded that Ric let him go. In point of fact, the two men knew Jason could escape at any time, but it was a necessary part of the game. And the trace of fear in his voice was absolutely genuine since Ric was introducing something new to the mix. The key to the handcuffs was suddenly thrown on the desk, and Jason used it hesitantly, afraid of what that could mean.

“Hold your ass open.”

“No,” Jason refused stubbornly.

“If you don’t pull your cheeks apart for me, I swear I’ll fuck you with what I’m holding, and that will hurt like a bitch, believe me.”

Weighing the threat in his mind, Jason eventually decided that Ric was serious, and his hands gravitated to his ass, pulling the cheeks apart slowly. He waited nervously, unable to see what was happening. Placing the nozzle just outside of Jason’s asshole, Ric sprayed the whipped cream without warning, eliciting a surprised squeal.

“Shit, that’s cold.”

“Stay still.”

Ric shoved two fingers on his free hand into the small hole, pushing the whipped cream inside. Jason cried out at the intrusion, but he held himself in place, his hands still gripping his cheeks. Spraying all of the whipped cream around Jason’s ass, Ric continued to finger him until he had worked a liberal amount into the tight passage.

“What are you doing?” Jason moaned.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll like it.”

Knowing Jason was worried, Ric made him wait for a couple of minutes while he just hovered behind him. He figured it was time to make his move when the younger man began to squirm. Ric placed his mouth against Jason’s slippery hole and licked him lightly. Jason screamed in reaction, pushing back to try and knock Ric off balance. His hands let go of his ass, so Ric replaced them with his own.

Jason was overwhelmed by the sensations rocketing through his body, but Ric’s tongue was relentless. It poked and prodded the slightly stretched sphincter, lapping at the whipped cream with a voracious appetite. The sweetness of the cream mixed with the natural taste of Jason to produce a flavor that was altogether appealing. Having surrendered completely, Jason was lying across the desk, sobbing loudly.

Ric’s plan had worked, better than he could have imagined. The most he had ever dragged out of Jason in the past had been satisfied grunts. Hearing him cry out in ecstasy was a rush beyond compare. “Do you want me to stop?” Ric whispered.

The moment of truth, and there was never a doubt as to how it would play out. “No, God no … please don’t stop … do it, Ric … shove your tongue up my ass. Fuck, I can’t take it. Just do it,” Jason screamed.

Happy to comply, Ric got back to work, using his tongue to pleasure Jason until he could no longer ignore his own erection. Getting to his feet, he pushed his pants and boxers to the floor, positioning his cock at the sticky entrance. One hard thrust and he was exactly where he wanted to be: home. “It just keeps getting better,” Ric murmured.

“I know,” Jason admitted, pushing back against him.

The fuck started out slow and leisurely, but it quickly turned passionate, both men struggling to breath as the pace quickened. “Deeper,” Jason begged. “I want to feel every bit of you inside me.”

“You drive me crazy. I can never get enough of you.”

Far too soon, Ric was spilling his seed inside of Jason’s convulsing ass. He pulled out and collapsed into the desk beside of Jason. As soon as he recovered enough to move, he yanked Jason to his feet and dropped down in front of him. Sucking him hard and fast, Ric made Jason come in under a minute, a personal best.

“Are you okay?” Ric asked, picking the chair up off the floor so Jason could sit down.

“Wonderfully exhausted,” Jason replied softly.

“I’ll be right back.” Ric walked down the hall to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Preparing a warm washcloth, he took it back with him to the room and gently washed Jason’s body. “How are you going to explain the bruises to Elizabeth this time?”

“Don’t, Ric.”

“How long can you go on living a lie?”

“It’s not a lie. I love Elizabeth.”

“But you need more.”

“Yes,” he stated simply.

“Your clothes are in the corner,” Ric said, more hurt by Jason’s words than he would have thought possible.

He watched while Jason got dressed, wondering how much longer he could continue with the charade. His emotions were already taking a toll on him, causing his work to suffer. Jason walked toward the door, and Ric pulled him into his arms, unwilling to let him go so easily. The kiss they shared this time was everything the first one wasn’t: sweet, loving, and tender. Before it was over, silent tears were running down Ric’s cheeks.

Jason felt them and pulled back, brushing them away with his fingers. “Don’t cry, please, baby.”

Surprised by the endearment, Ric was amazed to see matching tears in Jason’s blue eyes. “Why are you …”

“Is it so hard for you to believe that I care about you?” he asked, his bottom lip quivering in reaction.

“But you make me take you every single time.”

“I feel guilty. I do love Elizabeth, yet I have no intention of giving you up. How sick is that?”

“Jason, I don’t think I can …”

“No,” Jason begged hoarsely, “please don’t say it. I can’t lose you. I’m giving everything I can give. Please say it’s enough, Ric. Please.” Hysterical at the idea of losing what they shared, Jason buried his head in his partner’s neck and cried like a baby.

“Shh,” Ric whispered soothingly, his hand running up and down Jason’s back in an effort to calm him. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

They held each other for a long time, but it had to end eventually. Jason kissed his cheek gently and stepped back, looking around the room with curiosity. “How did you find this place?”

“Evidently Scott Baldwin kept it for personal interrogations. No one else in the office seems to know about it.”

“So we can use it again?”

“Definitely,” Ric grinned.

Smiling back, Jason hung his head and mumbled something that Ric couldn’t understand. “What?”

“Same time next week?” Jason repeated.

“I’ll be here.” Ric noted the anxiety in Jason’s voice and cupped his face gently. “I promise.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.” With one last soulful glance behind him, Jason walked out the door, leaving Ric alone to ponder the inherent difficulty in loving a man who was already in love with someone else. It would have been easy to say it wasn’t worth it, but, then again, the man in question was Jason Morgan. And that made all the difference.