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Brave Submission	By : SeasonofSons Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 3094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   Things calmed down after Trevalore mysteriously disappeared. Juice worked his computer magic and edited all of the files that mentioned their shipping port to mention another one nearly eighty miles away. The club slowly got used to things between Tig and Juice, though it was still a shock to the system when they were found kissing or worse at the club's parties. Months passed uneventfully as Juice worked his way into even the coldest hearts around the clubs table.
   Juice let himself into the house he and Tig shared late one Sunday night. It was their one year anniversary the next day, but Jax had desperately needed Juice to help close shop at the garage.

   The house was dark, an uncommon thing for Tig to do before Juice came home. Serotah was scratching in the door to be let in, another uncommon thing... Tig took more care of the dog than he did himself most days. Scowling, he let Serotah in and kicked off his boots, padding to the bedroom. "Baby?" He called. "Tiggy?"

   Tig rushed at him from the bathroom, pinning him to the wall by his throat. Juice yelped as his head hit the wall. He could feel Tig's pressing erection even through his thick cargo pants. "I told you not to be late, Pet." Tig snarled in his ear. "I'm sorry Sir..." He whispered, barely able to breathe. "Jax... Kept me..."

"Are you making fucking excuses?" Juice gagged, coughing. "Please, Sir... Forgive me..."

"You need to learn who owns you." He snarled in his ear. "Not Jax... Not Clay. Not the club." He bumped Juice's head against the wall gently on each name. "I fucking own you." Juice's teeth mashed together under his lips. He was aching to free himself from his pants, but knew better than to ask. In the few months that Tig had been embracing this sort of lifestyle, he'd made leaps and bounds with knowing how to treat his new submissive lover, and how to Dominate in the way only a true owner could. Juice suspected he was getting tips from Ray, but didn't mind... It made their home life so perfect.

   Tig released his throat and Juice collapsed to his knees, looking up at Tig with rounded eyes. "Please..." He whispered. "Please what?"

"Forgive me, Sir..." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Tig's jean clad erection, but the older man pushed him back against the wall with his knee. "I told you not to fucking late." He grabbed the back of Juice's shirt and hauled him to his feet, shoving him toward the bedroom. "Get the fuck in there." He snarled. Juice sulked into the bedroom, standing submissively in the corner of the room, near the bed. His hands were behind his back and his head was hung. "Strip."

"Yes Sir." Juice began to strip quickly and Tig moved quick, smacking his hand hard. "Slowly. You know how to do this." The older man sat on the bed, watching his lover strip slow and sensual. Even with Juice's stocky build, he knew how to work his muscles in just the right fashion, giving his body a sleek, sensual grace that Tig simply adored. When he was nude, Tig stood and pointed. "On the bed. On your back." Juice crawled onto the bed, stretching out. His erection stood full mast, nestled in a well trimmed brush of dark hair. Tig reached out and grabbed his shaft before releasing to run his fingers over the dark hair. "I want this gone. Shower. You smell like oil." He swatted Juice's hip, signaling the man to rise and duck into the bathroom down the hall. Tig flopped on the bed to wait for him, pulling out his phone.

   Juice padded back into the room half an hour later, clean shaven and smelling fresh. He was still as excited as ever. He knelt next to the bed and put his chin on the mattress, looking up at Tig with a loving gaze. Tig smirked a little and ran his hand over Juice's strip of hair. "Get onto the bed. Face down... You still disobeyed me... And I'm still angry." All humor was gone from his tone, his smirk faded with the words. Juice crawled onto the bed once Tig got off, putting his chin on his hands and shutting his eyes. Tig ran his hand down Juice's backside gently, earning a shiver from the Latino. "Hands." He commanded. Juice lifted his hands out from under him, looking back at Tig. His body tightened when he saw the glint that could only mean handcuffs. Tig had yet to use any sort of cuffs on him, partly because of his worry about hurting Juice, and partly because of what Trevalore did to him.

   Tonight though, Juice could sense a shift in Tig. The man snapped one of the cuffs in place and strung it through the headboard before locking the other, pinning Juice to the bed. The smaller man gave a satisfied sigh. He glanced back to see Tig withdraw something from under the bed, but it was too dark to make out what. He learned quick though, when the sharp sting of a leather strap welted his tender, water softened rear. Juice cried out, jerking at the cuffs. Tig swatted him again, a different spot, earning another cry. The whipping went on for what felt like hours to Juice, but he knew it was probably only a few minutes. Smack after smack, his thighs and ass turned from their natural tan to a vibrant red. His body was quivering when he finally heard the strap hit the floor. Tig crawled over him and he shivered, feeling the older man's bare cock brush his welted ass. "Look at me." Tig commanded. Juice turned his head, locking gazes with Tig. Tears were streaking his cheeks, but his eyes were black with need.

   Keeping their gazes locked, Tig slicked Juice's entrance and slid in, slow and gentle, but each thrust burned with the open wounds being rubbed. Juice's hands formed fists and he let out a begging cry, arching his ass. He knew exactly what Tig liked to hear him say, and he always played it up.

   Tig grabbed his throat and squeezed, bringing fresh tears to Juice's eyes. "Talk to me, Juicy..." He snarled as he fucked the younger man's ass ruthlessly. "I love you..." Juice panted, his eyes screwed shut against the pain he loved so much. "Fuck me..."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, only you... Uhh.. Fuck me, please, Sir..." He screamed then as Tig angled a thrust directly against his prostate. "Please..." He whispered again. Tig released him and grabbed his shoulders, arching to his knees and pounding deep and hard into Juice. The man screamed into the pillow, rutting hopelessly against him. He knew better than to cum before Tig okayed it, the last time he'd made that mistake Tig had withheld an orgasm from him for two weeks.

   The older man pulled out suddenly and slapped Juice's cheek gently. The man turned, opening his mouth instinctively. Tig gave a few tugs of his shaft, spilling his semen into the younger man's open mouth. Juice closed his eyes as the salty fluid coated his tongue, numbing it pleasantly. He laid his head back when Tig had finished. "Thank you, Sir..." He whispered. Tig kissed his temple and moved around to the side of the bed again. Before Juice could think, a large plug was being pushed into his stretched hole. He cried out gently, surprised. Tig was never one for toys... Especially not plugs... He shivered. Something was definitely different tonight.

   There was a loud knock on the door and Juice squeaked, pulling at his cuffs. He looked at Tig with wide eyes. The older man grinned darkly and walked out of the room, leaving Juice chained and impaled on the plug.

   He returned a few minutes later with another man, who smirked. "He's cute." He said. Juice turned, struggling to see the man, he didn't recognize the voice. Tig flipped on the light and Juice winced against the brightness. He didn't know the man, after all, but he had a black briefcase with him. Tig sat down next to Juice and uncuffed him, gently covering his penetrated backside. "Roll over." He instructed. Juice did so, eyeing the man carefully. Tig took his hand. "You asked me... A long time ago... In that hotel room... If I'd mark you." Juice looked up at him, his eyes gentle, frightened. "I said yes... I'm sorry it took so long... But I wanted to find the perfect mark. This is Jericho... He works with people like you, and Ray... And, me, I guess..." He flushed a little, looking up at Jericho. "Why do you think I didn't want you to be late, baby?" He leaned over, pressed a kiss to Juice's lips. "Tonight's the night I'm gonna give you that mark." Juice felt his eyes fill with tears. He struggled to blink them away, wiping them stupidly with his free hand. "Really?" Tig nodded. Jericho sat on the bed next to Juice. "Tig and I have been talking for about two months about you. What to do to mark you as his... We decided on a tattoo... You already have so many, he figured one more wouldn't bother you, and it's something that you can be proud of." Juice smiled widely and nodded. "I want it over those burn marks on your hip." Tig said, sliding the sheet down so Jericho could see. "Think we can work with that?" He nodded. "Easily... Tig's letting you pick the colors, since he chose the design." He pulled out a sheet of paper. On it was a delicate 'T' surrounded by vines and thorns. It formed a circle about four inches from one side to the other. Juice felt his eyes well with tears again. "You chose this for me?" He looked up at Tig with adoring eyes. "I thought you'd like it... Jericho and I worked on it together, but it was my base idea..." Juice nodded. "It needs to have blue... Like your eyes... And navy blue... As dark as you can without it being black... And..." He drifted off a little, biting back a shiver. "Red. Red. No green. Please no green." He whispered. Jericho nodded. "How about we do the letter itself in the bright blue... The outline in the navy, and the vines red?" Juice nodded, a smile lighting up his face again. "Are we doing it now?" Tig nodded. "That's why I wanted you to shave... If you're okay with it here..."

"Of course."

"And I am a licensed professional, I just do things like this in home... I understand it's usually a very private thing. I have two pets of my own at home." Tig gave a nod and stretched out next to Juice, rubbing his arm gently as Jericho began setting up his station.

   The needle alone could have made Juice cum. He bit back his orgasm, his eyes shut tight as he squeezed Tig's hand. The older man kissed over his face, mumbling comforting words and little phrases in his ear. Promises of a future... Of love... Juice's heart was in his throat. Sexual pleasure aside, each stroke of the needle brought him closer to Tig, their binding act culminating in this very moment.

   Jericho sat back half an hour later and smiled, swatting the fresh tattoo gently. "Finished." He said. Juice looked down, swallowing the lump in his throat. "It's beautiful..." He whispered. Tig grinned, stroking his cheekbone. "It's great, Jericho. Thank you." Jericho gave a nod as he wrapped the tattoo gently. "Go easy on him if you plan on taking him before he cleans it. Keep him on his back and have him wear a condom if you let him cum." Tig nodded and rose, giving Juice a kiss. He walked Jericho out before returning. Juice was still looking at the tattoo, a small smile on his lips. "Do you really like it?" Tig asked, sitting next to him. Juice locked gazes with him. "I love it... Thank you, Sir." Tig nodded and kissed him gently.

   "I have another surprise for you... Close your eyes." Juice did as he was told, biting his bottom lip gently. "Open." In front of Juice's eyes was collar. His eyes widened a bit. "How did you--"

"Ray. He helped." The collar was a thin leather strip, small enough to wear low and tuck under a shirt if need be, but enough to hold up to hard yanking. Adorning it was a smooth black D-ring and small sapphire colored studs. It was something he'd lusted after for years... And had only ever shared this want with Ray. "He told me you wanted to be truly collared... And I know how much you like being choked... I had this one custom made for you." Juice sat up as well as he could and bared his neck, his gaze soft on Tig's. The man wrapped it around his throat, clasping it tight. Juice felt the small click as it locked into place. "You're officially mine now..." Tig whispered against his throat. Juice's hands went to the collar, his smile widening. "I've never been happier... Make love to me... Please?" He whispered, lowering his head and tucking it a little to the side in a way that made him look more like a puppy than a person.

   Tig caught his mouth in a rough kiss. "No." He growled against his mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you like a pet should be fucked." The tone went straight to Juice's cock and he whimpered. "Yes..."

"Stand up... Face the mirror..." Juice stood, wincing at the plug still inside him. He pressed one hand on either side of the full length mirror across their room, his eyes first on the tattoo, then on his beautiful collar. Tig stepped up behind him, his pants off once again. He pulled the plug free and tossed it onto the bed, reaching around to slip a cock ring around Juice's already purpled shaft. The Latino whimpered but said nothing. "Tell me what you want." Tig said, reaching up and catching a thin leash onto the D-ring. "You... Your dick, Sir.."

"Oh?"

"Inside me..." Juice flushed as he spoke. Tig normally didn't press for details... Usually 'you' or 'your dick' was enough. "Inside you, huh? Why?"

"You're my owner... You wanna use my hole..." He shivered a little. "I want everyone to know what you did to me tomorrow... I want it to hurt when I move..." His voice was barely above a whisper, but whatever he said must have worked. Tig spread his ass and rammed in hard, nearly pushing Juice against the mirror. He grabbed the leash and wrapped it around his fist, yanking it backwards. Juice's head snapped up, his reflection shocked. The collar bit beautifully into his tan flesh. "More..." He panted. "Please, Please Tig..." He whined. Tig tightened the collar again and Juice gave a wheezing moan. He began to buck against the invading cock helplessly as his body released, his cock twitching hopelessly, the semen flow cut off. "It hurts..." Juice whimpered. "Good." Tig snarled. He grabbed Juice's hips and began to rut into him hard and fast, watching his cock disappear into Juice's bottom.

   He released deep inside the younger man as Juice rode through another dry orgasm, his legs quaking. Tig pulled free, earning a pained cry. He turned Juice around and tugged off the cock ring. "Cum for me." Tig commanded. Juice grabbed his own cock and began to jerk off, making sure to keep it angled outward and down to not let anything hit the fresh marking. He came hard, his semen splashing on the floor between them.

   Tig grabbed him as he collapsed, and led him over to the bed. He helped him into bed gently and left, grabbing a towel to clean up the floor, and a damp cloth to clean up his lover. He pressed a kiss to his mouth when he'd finished. "I love you, Juicy..." He whispered. Juice smiled softly, his hand going to the collar. "I love you too, Tig." He breathed, leaning up for another kiss. Tig flipped off the light and pulled Juice close to him, grabbing the leash gently and giving it a playful tug. "Sleep well, love." He whispered, but Juice was already asleep.
   The next morning, Juice and Tig rode up together to the garage. Ray was sitting on the tailgate of a truck, sharing a joint with Jax. He grinned when he saw Tig and Juice. The Latino winced as he dismounted his bike, and grinned at Tig. His new collar glinted just a bit, mostly hidden by his hoodie. He approached them and Ray sat up, giving him a tight hug. "Last night, right?" He whispered. Juice nodded. He glanced around to make sure there were no customers in the garage or lot, and undid his pants, tugging his jeans down enough to show off the tattoo. Ray squealed and did a bit of a jump, clapping his hands. "It's beautiful." Jax scowled. "When did you do that?"

"It was my anniversary gift from Tig." Juice said shyly, his head lowered as he looked at Tig. The older man was watching him from afar, a smirk on his lips. "It's his mark... He officially owns me now."

"Let's see it closer." Jax said, moving down a little to take a look at it. He nodded approvingly. "That's kinda cool... I like the colors." Juice beamed proudly, pulling his jeans back up carefully. "And you, Ray... Are a fuck head." He said. He tugged the collar of his hoodie free to show the collar. "I can't believe you told him."

"He was freaking the fuck out about what to get you. I knew he wanted to do the tattoo but he wanted more... I just mentioned the collar... He had that thing custom made for you, did he tell you?" Juice nodded, running his fingers over it. "He said I didn't have to wear it around here, but I figured with my hoodie... It'd be okay... I'm too proud of it to take it off." Ray nodded, beaming. Jax bit his lip. "Don't let Clay see it... You know his rules."

"Yeah, keep the gay under wraps around the general public." He rolled his eyes. "It's not like everyone doesn't know." Jax nodded, shrugging. "You do kinda give off that fag air."

"Fuck off." Juice grinned to show he was joking and took the joint from Jax.

   Jax smiled and turned back to Ray. "Anyways, how's it going with LuAnn?"

"She's amazing. She's so kind to me, and understands the way I am... She let's me choose who I want... And she's working on finding more Dominants and submissives so she can do a whole new line of films." Jax chuckled, nodding. "I'm glad it's working out."

"One thing she never really mentions... How do you guys know her? I feel like porn isn't really something for a motorcycle club."

"Why not? A bunch of dudes? Of course pussy on film is a big seller." He joked. "But no, she's one of our brother's wives. He's currently in prison so we take care of her for him. "

"That's really sweet of you guys."

"He's family. We take care of our own."

   Ray smiled softly. "That's really great." Juice had wandered off and was chatting with Chibs over an old Chevy. Jax locked gazes with Ray for a long moment. "Listen... Do you... Are you with anyone, Jax?" The blonde shook his head. "No... My mother keeps pushing me to get back with this chick named Wendy, a girl who used to like me... But I don't know... It seems.. I'm just not into her so much."

"Does anyone know you've..." He motioned to Juice. "Yeah, the whole club knows... They're okay with it at this point... Gemma found out a few months back. She's about the only one who's still pissy about it. You found anyone you're not telling me about yet, Ray?" The boy shook his head. "Not even close... It's hard being so submissive in a relationship."

"Really?" Jax scowled. "How do people not that that's a huge fucking turn on? It's sexy as fuck." Ray blushed a bright red. "You think so?" Jax shrugged and nodded. He was watching Opie enter, a small smile on his face. Ray watched as well before sighing. "Do you like him?"

"What?" He nodded his head toward Opie. Jax shrugged. "Yeah, a little. But he's my best friend. We've known each other since we were babies. It'd be weird."

"Plus he's straight, I'm guessing." He shrugged. "He is married. Some kiddos." Ray nodded. "Do you like anyone else here?" Jax looked over to him, his gaze soft. He smirked a little as he caught on. "Kinda..."

"Another straight guy?"

"Nope, nope, he can take dick with the best of 'em." Ray scowled. "Juice is marked... I'd ask Tig..."

   "Not Juice, dummy." Jax said. He glanced around quickly before pressing a kiss to Ray's mouth, quick, but deep. Ray gasped, covering his lips. "Really?" Jax shrugged. "If you'll have me."

"Of course!" Jax grinned. "A real fucking date then. Tonight? Eight?" Ray nodded vigorously. "Yes! Definitely. I'll meet you at my house?" Jax nodded. He slid off the tailgate. "Now I gotta get to work before Clay comes after me with a crowbar. I'll see you tonight, Ray." Ray nodded. He hopped off the tailgate and pressed a quick kiss to Jax's mouth before sliding into his own car and driving off. Jax blushed darkly and glanced over. His cheeks reddened more when he saw Chibs watching him from across the lot. He shook his head and walked up to him.

   A sleek black car pulled into the lot at about three that afternoon. Clay scowled from the office and walked out, standing next to Jax. The car stopped and a tall, slender Latino man stepped out of the driver's side. He had perfectly styled curly black hair and deep brown eyes., visible once he pulled off his sunglasses. His eyes searched the group outside, Jax, Chibs, and Clay. Finally, he approached Clay. "Hi, are you Mr. Morrow?" He asked. Clay grunted and shook the hand that was offered or him. "Is there a Juan Carlos Ortiz that works here?" Jax came closer to Clay. "Who's asking?" He said, seeing the New York plate on the car. The man flashed a grin almost identical to Juice's.

   Juice's voice came soft from the doorway of the clubhouse, startling Jax. "My brother."
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