Chapter Six

Rand headed for home. His heart thundered in his chest and his cock hardened and wept again, even though he'd jerked himself off in the bathroom twice that day. With his body a mass of tension and drawn tighter than bow strings, he walked up the steps of the townhome and opened the front door. The grandfather clock stroked seven chimes. Good, he still had an hour before Frank arrived. He'd get into the shower and hope the hot, steamy water would pull the tension from his body.

He dropped his backpack onto the table and stopped in his tracks in the hallway. He heard voices from Frank's room, or some type of muffled noise. The door stood ajar. He walked toward it, pushed it open, and his heart fell to his feet.

A man knelt by the bed—a beautiful man, shirtless. Behind him stood Frank. Rand's eyes locked on the blonde's dove-gray orbs before meeting Frank's gaze. Anger bubbled up from Rand's chest, and an unidentifiable emotion he couldn't name. Turbulent feelings rushed through him, like sand slipping through his fingers. Frank's words ran through his head like a litany. “I'm not a babysitter. You want to fuck up in school, go ahead, but you'll be back living with your mother quicker than flies mate. And maybe I'll start looking for an honest, mature roommate.”

Rand turned on his heels and stormed from the room, waves of dizziness crashing over him. He hated Frank McGuire. Hated him. A sick dread clawed at his guts. Visions of Frank fucking the man stormed through his mind. The blond pseudo-model would soon be begging and whimpering beneath McGuire's skilled hands, not to mention the other body parts Frank honored him with.

He wouldn't allow Frank to use him again. He'd stay in his room and lock the door. The hell with Frank McGuire. He could fuck the gray-eyed Greek God into kingdom come and he didn't give a shit.

Rand fell onto the bed with a groan. He'd forgotten about the plug in his ass through all the chaos of walking in on them. Now what? Did Frank expect him to leave it in all night? He rose from bed and double-checked the lock. Yep, locked. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. Seven-thirty. Had the man left or was Frank working his magic on his body? The thought made him sick to his stomach.

Long, miserable minutes later, Rand jerked upright when someone pounded on his door. "Open the door, Rand."

"Go to Hell."

"Open the goddamned door, you fucking little bastard, or I'll break it down."

Panic surged up Rand's throat. Frank never made idle threats. With every ounce of courage he could muster, he screamed, "Fuck you!"

He bolted from bed when Frank kicked the door in. Scrambling into a corner with his back to the wall, he waited for Frank's next move.

His voice level and low, Frank said, "We don't lock doors in this house, unless they're outside doors."

Rand looked at the shattered door. "Guess we don't have to worry about locking that one again."

"You're starting to really piss me off. No, let me correct that," Frank said. "I am pissed off, and I've had it up to here with you." He brought a flat hand up to his neck. "I’m sick and tired of this immature bullshit. I had a guest, and you barged in and made a fool out of yourself and of me."

Emotion hitched Rand’s words. "Some guest."

"When you get your head straight enough to talk to me, I'll be in my room, but don't bring that emotional shit into my space." Frank turned to walk out of the room and stopped. "And my door will not be locked."

Rand waited for a minute and then sat down on the edge of his bed. A torrent of emotions surged through him—anger, jealousy and yes, regret. He knew he was out of control, had jumped to conclusions without knowing why the man was in Frank's room. Shit, what should he do now? He owed Frank an apology, didn't he? Or maybe Frank owed him one, but neither would happen while he sat in his room brooding.

Rand slid from the edge of the bed, picked his way over the broken door frame and walked toward Frank's room.

Frank put the book he was reading down on the nightstand, picked up his drink, and took a sip. Then he looked up at Rand. "You got something to say?"

Rand shook his head. Whatever he planned to say had dried up in his throat. God, the man was magnificent, sitting there so cool and collective. Rand didn't want to talk right now; he wanted to be in that bed with him—more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life.

"Well, let me make it easy for you then since you don't want to talk." Frank put his drink down. "You got one minute to get your clothes off."

Without pause, Rand unzipped his pants, shoved them down his hips, and kicked them away. He walked to the bed, climbed in beside Frank, and trembled from the heat emanating from the man's eyes.

The boxers came off next and Rand held his gaze, his heart thrumming wildly in his chest. Long moments of silence passed. Frank seemed to struggle with his emotions, and like him, probably warred with hurt, anger and confusion.

"Roll over onto your stomach."

Quivering with expectation and fear, Rand flipped onto his stomach in seconds. Frank slipped a pillow under his hips and secured his hands to the head rails with two of his neckties. He bound his ankles to the foot rails with the same attire, and stretched his legs wide. Rand closed his eyes, unable to dispel the series of thrills shivering through him.

Silence came to the room. Behind him, Frank didn't move for the longest time before reaching for another pillow and stuffing it under his hips. Rand's cock sprang to life. Oh, God, the shame. Dying for release already and the man hadn't touched him. The restraints tightened when he pulled against them, and he pictured Frank standing there, looking down at his airborne ass. Capable of moving only his hips, he didn't dare twitch an inch. He'd never seen Frank so mad. Undercurrents fried the air in the room and a wave of hot desire pedaled through his veins, so potent he gasped. Unbearable anxiety swept over him. What would Frank do next?

Frank's weight bore down on the mattress as he positioned himself behind him. "What did I tell you this morning about immature behavior?"

"Why did you fuck that man?" A vision of Frank pounding into the stranger surfaced, and another image of Frank's blue eyes staring at his naked body right now crowded out the first.

Frank's voice rumbled low and deep, shooting another tremor through him. "I don't have to explain to you. What if I fucked him because I wanted to, because he begged me like you're going to beg me?"

Rand couldn't help the groan that came from his mouth.

"You better save those groans. I haven't started yet. For the record, I fuck who I want when I want so you might as well get used to it."

"I'm glad you told me, maybe he'll fuck me when you're done with him next time."

Frank yanked his head back. "You even think of letting someone touch you other than me, I swear it will be the biggest mistake of your life." He pulled hard on his hair. "Tell me you understand."

"Ouch! Okay, yes, I heard you."

Frank let go of his hair and resumed his prior position. Rand gasped when he spread his butt cheeks. "You touch that plug today?"

He shook his head. Frank wiggled the toy around as if examining it, causing a shudder to tear through Rand's body.

"You jerk yourself off today? Tell me the truth or I'll have to come around and look at your eyes. I know when you're lying and it won't go good for you if you are."

Low-voiced he said. "Yes."

"Frank pulled the plug half way out and shoved it in again. "Louder, what did you say? How many times did you go into the bathroom and pump yourself off?"

"Yes," he shouted. "Twice! I jerked off two times."

Frank's laugh mirrored amusement. "In that case, I want to see you come again, twice. Think you're up to it, four times in one day?"

"No, I never came that many times in one day."

"Oh, you will. On and on until there isn't an ounce of fluid left in that hot little body. Truth time again. How did it feel having a plug up your insides all day, rubbing against your tight walls, pumping in and out as you walked?"

"Incredible."

He worked the plug in and out with determination. "You liked it?"

"God, oh, yes."

"You're going to reward me tonight. You're going to suck me off and show me how much you liked it."

He pressed his hard on firmly into the mattress. "Oh, man."

Frank's voice grew soft with arousal, Rand recognized the tone. "For someone who locked me out of his bedroom, I've never seen a man so eager."

Rand gasped, consumed by a feeling of bliss when Frank pulled the plug out and traced the rim of his hole with one finger before sliding it in. His thumb applied pressure on his balls and Rand's pelvis jerked upward.

Little by little, his hole stretched with such incredible sensations, he almost bucked off the bed. The tissues sensitive and swollen from the ass plug, the slightest touch sent rapturous tremors rippling through his groin.

"Stay still."

He drew a deep breath and willed his body to cease all motion.

Two fingers went in and Rand fought to keep his muscles relaxed, his hips immobile. "Take a deep breath while I stretch that hole wide."

"Oh, God, that's enough. I'm stretched."

"A little more."

Another image of Frank watching him loomed in Rand's mind, sending his cock into a lurch.

"Contract your muscles."

"I can't. Oh, God, it hurts."

"It's going to hurt more now. When I tell you do something, you do it the first time."

Frank pulled out for a brief moment and inserted three fingers. "Christ," Rand panted. "I'm stretched to the max, stop."

"Clench your muscles and relax them."

Rand concentrated, contracted his stomach muscles and willed the inside muscles near his groin to tighten.

"Again, do it again and again until I tell you to stop."

Rand didn't dare disobey. Frank would stretch him wider and wider and he'd start whimpering and begging. He clenched his internal muscles, counted off the seconds, and relaxed them. Beyond redemption, and no longer caring whether Frank had fucked a whole tribe of natives, his cock spurted.

"You enjoy that? Turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Oh, you're going to make me come," he heard his own muffled voice sob. "I'm going to explode if you don't stop."

"I want you to come." Frank kept at it with his knowledgeable fingers probing and scraping his inside walls, pushing them in and out with deliberate strokes.

Without warning Rand's cock jerked, the thick cream shooting out faster than an exploding star. An animalistic scream tore from his throat, white lights exploded behind his eyelids and his body went rigid. Frank said Rand had almost fainted once from the force of a powerful release, and now it was happening again. Waves of dizziness crashed over him and he lost all sense of time.

"Three times," Frank said. "One more to go. Obviously, that tripped your trigger."

Frank pulled his fingers out and Rand's body tensed again. What would he do next? His breaths came in short, rapid pants and his pelvis sunk into the pillows bracing for the next assault. One couldn't really call it an assault, but rather analogous to fireworks exploding in the sky on the fucking Fourth of July.

"Feel better now?"

Sweat streamed from his forehead. "Why are you doing this? I can't take much more. My ass is sore from that plug and I've shot enough load for a week."

"I know you're sore, and that's the point. I want you to feel everything tenfold so you'll remember to study every night."

"I will, I promise."

"Your promises don't mean shit anymore."

"Aren't you going to fuck me?"

"I don't think I will."

Shit, he mouthed silently.

"You just said you can't take much more, so I'm getting mixed messages. Do you want me to or not?"

"Yes," he whispered. And then louder, "Yes."

He felt Frank's cock at his entrance and sighed with relief. How could he possibly want that big boy inside him after all he'd been through today? And yet, he did, more than anything.

"Say it. Tell me you want my cock inside you."

"I do."

He pushed it in an inch. "You do what?"

"Want your cock inside me, want you to fuck me."

"Tell me you acted worse than an immature idiot."

"Oh, Christ, when?"

"Tonight, when you barged into my bedroom and assumed I fucked another man."

On the brink of some endless chasm, the words registered slowly. "What? You didn't fuck him?"

"No, pretty boy, I only fuck you."

Gooseflesh rose on every inch of his skin. A network of nerve endings from the waist down launched into full alert. He tried to stifle the groans bubbling up from his gut. He felt Frank push in to the hilt and bawled louder than a calf. "Oh, my God."

"Did you ever think anything could feel so good? Your ass is quivering uncontrollably." Frank reached underneath his hips and found his cock. Rand couldn't believe the fire ripping through him so soon. Hot and hard, he panted through a series of ragged breaths. Frank slid his hand up and down his erection, squeezing and milking it while slamming into his ass.

"I want to feel you come. Come on, pretty boy, show me how much you love having me inside you."

Rand felt his hips thrust upward. Mindless with pain and pleasure, he left his body and visited some spiritual plane. So close . . . he was almost there. He cried and begged as the heat shot through him like a maelstrom. Then he begged some more. "Don't stop, God, please don't stop."

The world spun and the ligaments in his body tightened. He felt his groin and abdomen convulse as if a demon from hell took hold of his insides with a big hand and stroked some unnamed internal organ. Hoarse, rough cries tore from his throat. Caught up in a tidal wave of heat, Frank's name escaped, and he hated himself for saying it. Over and over it spewed forth and he had no way of stopping it.

He swore, he cried, and bucked like a wild pony. An image of himself spread out with Frank's cock in his ass while the man stroked him rose, sending ripple after ripple of decadent chills down his spine. He bore down and pushed forward with his hips at the same time, writhing and straining like a person in the throes of a fit. He catapulted into climax. Fire ripped through his penis as though someone jammed a hot poker down his slit.

Finally, his cock stopped spurting and he fell into the mattress, his body covered in a thick mist of perspiration. Gasping for air like a fish out of water, dizziness and a lightheaded aura circled around him. Pure, unadulterated bliss rushed over him in giant waves. He'd never felt such mind-blowing euphoria.

Vaguely aware of Frank pulling out of his ass, and less aware of Frank untying the ropes at his ankles and wrists, he shrunk into the mattress. When Frank pulled the pillows out from beneath his hips, Rand curled into a fetal position. The last words he remembered from Frank before lapsing into dreamland were . . . “Four times."