Jake Holt

He reached into a nearby drawer and finally got lube, coating his finger before returning it to Jake’s body. This time, he plunged the thumb inside and then began to stretch at the hole, moving it around until he could begin to insert a second finger.

He stared, wide eyed as the man reached for the drawer, his stomach churning as he watched the lube drip down his fingers. He thrashed about, trying to dislodge the mans hand from his face.

Then he screamed again.

He pushed his thumb past the ring of muscle, feeling how the tight untouched heat of Jake’s body tried to keep him out. “So tight. The customers will love that,” he commented, mostly to himself now.

Jake wanted to run, wanted to scream and boil over with rage, but he was trembling. He’d never been in a real fight before, but he was an athlete, he’d spent his entire youth playing sports, working out in the gym, crafting the pretty body Terry coveted him for. He could put up a fight, he knew he could, but his limbs felt empty, drained, and what strength he could muster wasn’t enough to give him leverage against his bindings. What could he do?

Jake blinked, tears welling up in his eyes from the strikes. He was breathing hard, realizing that despite his struggles he wasn’t moving, wasn’t going anywhere. He looked at his hand and his vision focused on the tie around his wrist. It took a moment to click inside his head, but the panic quickly hit him in the chest as he began to piece together what was happening.

He stripped him, enjoying how the boy’s limp body made no attempt to stop him, touching every bit of exposed skin as he tied his wrists together and hung them to the headboard, tracing his thighs and legs as he tied his ankles to the bottom of the bed. Now, the boy was spread out like a buffet, and Terry was only too hungry for him.

“You’re waking up. Good,” he said, sliding his hand up Jake’s chest. “We have quite a lot to talk about. It’s about time we get to know each other.”

“I already have people on my house that do that and if we win… there’s a lot of kids at school that want to be part of the warblers that are willing to be my slaves if I want to…” He said with a smirk on his face. At the mention of the word slave Smythe remembered that he was actually in need of a kind of slave.

“How desperate are you for this? How far are you willing to go?” Smythe asked, leaning closer to the other, taking a second to admire the big arms of Ryder. “I need something, someone to… help me with some stuff, but I’m not sure, you are handsome and all, but I need someone that wants to do it, otherwise it’s just awful” Sebastian said before returning to his old position. “Answer this question Ryder… What do you think of Blaine’s ass?” He asked with a devil smirk on his face, asking the question just to test Ryder’s heterosexuality.

Ryder gulped, the shift in Sebastian’s voice as the other boy stepped closer making him shiver. He furrowed his brow, wondering exactly where Sebastian was going with all of this. Something illegal? Crime? He could feel Sebastian’s eyes raking over him and it made him feel...he wasn’t sure, but he was curious to know more.

“His...ass?” Ryder repeated. He tried to picture it, tried to picture Blaine. Blaine was...okay, if he was going to be checking someone out it’d probably be Jake, or Sam. He just spent more time with them, they had more things in common, and they were both as athletic as he was. Strong. Toned. Jake was a dancer, and the way he moved his hips-

Ryder blinked, blushing as he glanced up at Sebastian. “It’s uh...good. Great even. Like you could really get a handful.” He added, his hands squeezing the air in front of him.

“You’re so not stealing my blankets, man,” Jake grinned. He laughed as Ryder gave him a shove. “Oh, totally! There were little birdies flying around my head, I had love hearts in my eyes and everything,” Jake snorted loudly.

Ryder swallowed hard, a moment of vulnerability in his eyes as he glanced up at his best friend. In his heart of hearts he knew better, but still there was some part of him that wasn’t sure anymore. He gave Jake a nod, sighing heavily. and nodding again when Jake asked him if he really trust him. “Always have.” Ryder nodded, cracking a smile for the other boy.

“We’ll see.” Ryder smirked. “Just don’t be mad if you end up sleeping on the floor!” He teased, breaking into laughter. “Hey I wouldn’t blame you if you did dude, I’m pretty lovable.”

Ethan nodded. “I’ll bring that with me then, and you can set up in my living room but if I catch you playing with it without permission it’s an automatic bare-bottomed spanking,” Ethan warned lightly. “Or time in the corner, if a spanking turns out not to be a punishment for you,” he said teasingly, chuckling warmly. “Pizza can definitely be a reward too, unless you’re one of those heathens who thinks pineapple is an appropriate topping,” he smiled.

“Okay, cool. Yeah, that’d be awesome! I’d really like that.” He said with a grin.  “Just uh...don’t hate me if I’m a little slow with the reading. There’s a ton of it.” He added, offering Ethan a sheepish smile.

Jake sucked in a small breath at the notion of a spanking. It seemed so...childish and ridiculous, he couldn’t remember the last time he was spanked, let alone on his bare ass, and subconsciously he reached behind himself to touch it. The teasing tone made him blush, and he quickly placed his hands back in his pockets. “Uh, n-no. No pineapple for me.” He chuckled, thankful for the change in topic. “I’m a pepperoni and sausage kind of guy.”

Jake grinned, glad that he’d managed to make Ryder smile. “Dude, they’re my blankets. You better bring your own,” he snorted. He outright laughed, though, when Ryder said he could still kick his ass. “Sorry, what? Kiss my ass? Dude! I had no idea my first subby boy would be so horny for me!”

“Maybe, yeah. I think they just need some time to adjust. They were more surprised by this whole thing than I was. I guess two dom’s don’t usually get a sub, probably wishing they’d had two kids now.” He joked, though it came off dry. “I know.” Ryder nodded, offering Jake a smile. “Don’t worry dude, I trust you.”

“Hey you’re the one who vetoed the sleeping blanket. You’re gonna have to share.” Ryder cracked, joining Jake’s laughter with a playful shove. “Youuuuu wish. You probably pulled my name and had a mini heart attack. Had a whole rom com movie go through your head and everything.:

He nodded gently, and debated with himself about whether to have a few words with Ryder’s parents or not. Perhaps that would be better to do after the claim ended. “Do you have a games console of some kind? I want you to have something you can work towards as a reward for good behavior,” Ethan asked, as he moved over to his desk and made a list of the items he needed to pick up for Ryder.

Ryder cracked a smile that broke into a soft chuckle. “Right, duh. Of course.” he answered, already feeling more at ease. “Like...instead of other classes?” He asked. He didn’t want to get behind but...shadowing an experienced dominant was probably the best education he could get. “Okay, yeah.”

He could play video games? Okay, this was definitely looking up. “Uh yeah, I have a PS4 in my room.” He answered, stepping closer as Ethan moved towards his desk. Ryder glanced over his shoulder, happy to see that most people were chatting among each other or with their new claims, though a few still seemed to be watching him as he spoke with the teacher. “Pizza is also equally as good.” He added with a grin, starting to feel a little more comfortable.

Jake snorted softly, and nodded. “You don’t need a sleeping bag, you can crash in my bed with me, dork,” Jake grinned. “Of course you’re staying over at mine. Where else is my little subby boy gonna be?”

“Me either, but..it’s whatever. They’ll deal with it eventually. I think they’re just scared of what might happen to me. Stories and all that, you know?” He cocked an eyebrow at the question, and shrugged. “it’s...different and not different. It’s not like people are throwing rocks at me or anything, and I’m not getting branded. But...it feels like everyone knows, looking at me like I should be on my knees. or like I’m a piece of meat or something. It’s...I don’t know.” He shook his head. “Maybe it’s all in my head.” He huffed, running his hands through his hair.

Ryder cracked a smile. “Okay. Fine. Just, don’t hog the blankets.” He grinned. “Oh jesus.” Ryder laughed, propping himself up off the table. “Don’t start calling me that. I may be a sub, but I can still kick your ass.”

“I can definitely talk to them,” Ethan nodded, as he put an arm on Ryder’s shoulder. “Are they having a hard time dealing with having a submissive son?” he asked softly and sympathetically. “That’s okay. You can either pack what you need when I go talk to your parents, or if you’d rather not go into your house, I’ll pack what I think you need.”

“Oh, right.” Ryder , feeling a little embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “That makes sense, I should of thought of that. Yeah, staying with you is probably better. ” He nodded, still feeling a little silly.

He chuckled a little, and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” he admitted, downplaying how he’d felt when he’d been told. “Yeah! We totally did, it was so awesome. We all went kinda crazy, honestly,” he smirked. “Dude, there’s whole pizzas of leftovers.”

“As much as they can be. They took it hard.” Ryder admitted with a sigh. He glanced up at Jake, and the grin on his friend’s face made Ryder crack one of his own. “Yeah, I guess so huh?” He chuckled. “Sir.”  He added with a snort. It felt weird to say, even as a joke, but already Ryder felt better than he had twenty minutes ago. To know that their friendship was still intact, even after this, was...powerful. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard with Jake helping him through it.

He sighed, nudging Jake softly with his elbow. “Hey uh...so I know people usually stay with people during mock claims.... Think it’d be okay if I crashed at your place for a few days? I can get my sleeping bag and everything. I just...need a change of scenery.”