A Small Price To Pay | By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Jarrod nodded to himself as he looked around the room. With all the various Barkley holdings, he was spending more and more time in San Francisco and it made sense for him to open an office there. The furnished space was on a busy street, a quick cable car ride to the courthouse and the rent wasn’t too dear, so Jarrod turned to the landlord with a smile. “I think you have yourself a deal, Mr. Jamison,” he said.
The dapper man shook Jarrod’s extended hand with a firm grip. “Glad we could do business, Mr. Barkley.” He opened the leather folder on the desk and pulled out some papers. “I have the lease agreement right here. I’m sure you’ll want to look it over before you sign it, so why don’t you drop it off at my office later this afternoon?”
“Sounds fine.” They left the building together and shook hands before they parted ways. Jarrod returned to his hotel, grabbed a pencil and went over the contract. An hour later, after adding a right of first refusal clause so he could buy the building if Jamison ever decided to sell, he was satisfied with the agreement and decided to have lunch before meeting the other man to sign the deal.
As the maître d’ showed him to his table, Jarrod heard a voice that made his blood run cold.
“Jarrod, what an unexpected pleasure.”
He debated pretending he didn’t hear, but knew he wouldn’t get away with it. So he did his best to keep his expression bland as he turned to face the older man. “Jordan,” he said curtly.
The rail baron gave him a predatory smile and Jarrod cringed when he licked his lips slowly before dabbing them with a napkin.
“Why don’t you join me for lunch?” Jordan invited, indicating an empty chair. The denial was on the tip of Jarrod’s tongue when Jordan added firmly, “I insist.”
Taking a deep breath to help push back his anxiety, Jarrod nodded and the maître d’ pulled out the chair for him to sit. He wasn’t even sure what he ordered when he agreed to the day’s special; the heat of Jordan’s eyes on him had turned his stomach to knots.
Jordan didn’t seem to notice that Jarrod didn’t take much part in the conversation or, Jarrod thought bitterly, it was more likely that he did notice and was taking a perverse enjoyment in the young lawyer’s discomfort. He did manage to choke down a few bites of the tasteless meal, but his lunch threatened to come back up when Jordan said, “I think we should continue our agreement from a few months ago. Why don’t you come with me and we can get right to it.”
Jarrod set his fork down slowly. He’d never made up his mind what he would do if Jordan made good on his promise of ‘again’ and wasn’t sure if he could actually let Jordan fuck him again. So he tried to dissemble and replied, “I have quite a bit of business to take care of. I don’t think I’ll have the time.”
“A pity.” Jordan leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. “I hear your sister is growing into quite the young lady,” he said in an apparent change of subject.
“Yes, she is.” It wasn’t hard to recognize the veiled threat and Jarrod did his best to control his fear for his family and his revulsion over what he knew he was going to do.
A small, satisfied smile played on Jordan’s lips. “Maybe your business will be done after dinner? Say, eight o’clock?”
Jarrod nodded reluctantly and Jordan’s smile turned to one of triumph. He pulled a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket and scribbled down an address. “Meet me here. I’ll be waiting.” He pushed back from the table. “Don’t worry about the bill, I’ll take care of it.”
Jarrod’s hand clenched tightly in his lap as Jordan strode away. It was true what was said, that once Dane-geld was paid, one never got rid of the Dane. He wished he had the courage to stand up to Jordan and refuse, but the thought of his innocent little sister stopped him. Maybe in the future he’d have the confidence that he could protect her and the rest of his family, but at that moment, giving in to Jordan’s perverted demands was the best way he had to keep them safe.
The address was in a seedy area down by the docks and Jarrod had the hack drop him off at a slightly more respectable location. It was a few minutes’ walk to his destination and when he got there, Jarrod eyed the shabby hotel dubiously. Two mongrel dogs quarreled over a bone, the place looked like it hadn’t seen new paint since before the war and he could see a drunk obviously urinating against the wall by the dim glow from the one working gaslight. Well, at least no one would recognize him there, Jarrod told himself as he pushed open the creaky door.
He entered a dimly-lit room and walked over to the desk. There was no one on duty so Jarrod just made his way up the rickety stairs, figuring he could find room 7 on his own. The hall wasn’t any better lit than the front entrance, which to Jarrod’s mind was a good thing. That way the stains on the grimy, peeling wallpaper weren’t overly recognizable and he didn’t have to see what was causing the odour emanating from the dark carpet.
The last door had a faint ‘7’ outlined on it and Jarrod hesitated. It wasn’t too late; he could just walk away and enlist Nick’s help to keep everyone safe from Jordan’s threats. But Nick would ask questions and it wasn’t hard for him to tell when his older brother was hiding something. There was no way Jarrod wanted his tough rancher brother to know what he’d already let Jordan do to him; he’d lose most, if not all, of Nick’s respect if he found out. Besides, Jordan had already kept his part of the bargain; there’d been no further moves from the railroad and there wasn’t even a hint of threat to the family.
So Jarrod knocked lightly and forced himself to turn the doorknob when that hated voice called, “Come in.”
The room wasn’t much better than the hall, though the bed linens at least looked clean. Jordan was seated behind a rickety table drinking whiskey, likely a better blend than could be found in this neighbourhood.
“I’m glad to see you’re punctual,” he told Jarrod before he set his glass down and leaned back. “Take off your clothes,” he said with out any further preamble.
Gritting his teeth, Jarrod did as he was told and set his folded clothes neatly on the floor. Jordan’s gaze roved obscenely over his body as the older man stood up and walked over. “Now take off mine.”
Jarrod’s hands shook as he unbuttoned Jordan’s shirt. It was one thing to just lie there and be used; it was another to have to actively participate. He had to get down on his knees to tug Jordan’s trousers off and Jordan helped by stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He started to stand, but Jordan’s hands on his shoulders forced him back to his knees and then fingers fisted in Jarrod’s hair to force him to face Jordan’s erect cock.
“I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck me off like the little whore you are.”
Jarrod tried to tell himself it wouldn’t be too bad as he slowly slid his lips over the swollen head; it wasn’t as though he hadn’t taken another man’s cock in his mouth before. But it was different, he realized as he gagged on the thick organ. He’d done it before not because he had to but because he actually wanted to and that made all the difference. Then, with his hands pulling Jarrod’s hair tightly, Jordan forced Jarrod’s head right up into his groin and thrust his cock down Jarrod’s throat. Over and over he mashed his hips into Jarrod’s face and Jarrod felt like he was suffocating as he started to choke. He brought his hands up, reflexively pushing and hitting at Jordan’s thighs in a struggle to get away, to be able to breathe, and sagged in relief when Jordan pulled out. Jarrod gasped for air, but his respite was short-lived. Jordan must have retrieved some rope, because Jarrod’s arms were forced behind his back and his hands were tied tightly.
“We can’t have that,” Jordan said as he pulled the rope even tighter and Jarrod barely had time to register what was happening before Jordan’s hands were gripping his hair again and his cock was shoved back into his mouth.
Jarrod couldn’t even breathe enough to choke this time; saliva dribbled down his chin and tears streamed out of his eyes as Jordan mercilessly fucked his throat. He started to grow lightheaded from the lack of air and couldn’t even try to struggle. He finally felt Jordan spill his seed down his throat and thought it would be over, but Jordan continued to push Jarrod’s face into his groin and hold himself in deep. Jarrod could feel the other man’s cock slowly move out of his throat as Jordan’s erection subsided; semen leaked out of the corner of his mouth and he was finally able to gasp for air. He didn’t know what Jordan would do if he vomited so he desperately controlled himself and forced down the rest of the semen that coated his throat.
Jarrod felt Jordan flick his limp cock. “It didn’t look like you had any fun at all,” the older man commented. “We can’t have that.” Jarrod was forced to his feet and the bed creaked when he was shoved onto it. “You just lie there and catch your breath,” Jordan told him with an evil lee as he tugged on Jarrod’s penis. “I’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes and then we’ll see if we can’t get this little fellow to perform.”
Jarrod didn’t even bother to wonder how Jordan could think he’d have fun as he lay there. He just breathed deeply, trying to recover, and wished he was able to wipe off the fluids drying on his face and rinse the disgusting taste of Jordan out of his mouth.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it definitely wasn’t enough before Jordan loomed over him, his hard cock again jutting out from between his legs. “Your mouth was fine, but now I want that tight ass.”
Jarrod hoped the other man’s cock was glistening because he’d slicked it up and not just from his leftover saliva. But it really didn’t matter; the pain was still excruciating when Jordan forced himself inside. This time, Jarrod was able to see his assailant’s face and he had to close his eyes before the perverse enjoyment made him sick, even though he couldn’t avoid hearing the grunts of pleasure.
“It’s almost a shame that I’m the only one enjoying your ass,” Jordan groaned as he picked up the pace and Jarrod tried not to whimper as the pain grew more intense.
Then a hand was wrapped roughly around his cock and Jarrod wished he were dead when he felt himself respond. He tried to stop his reaction, but when Jordan hit him inside in a certain way and tugged on him hard, Jarrod’s seed spilled out in spite of himself. Jordan gave a few more sharp thrusts and a satisfied grunt, but Jarrod hardly noticed. He was drowning in shame from his body’s obvious enjoyment of what happened and wondered what kind of man he really was.
“See, I told you you’d perform.” Jordan’s voice was smug and Jarrod didn’t have to open his eyes to know his expression likely matched his tone. Jordan untied his hands and gave his a sharp smack on the ass. “I’ll let you know when I want to see you again. I trust you can see yourself out.”
Jarrod didn’t bother to respond with anything other than a slight nod and didn’t move until he heard the door close and Jordan’s footsteps retreat down the hall. Only then did he get up and make his way to the washstand. He couldn’t bear to look at himself as he took the threadbare towel and used the musty water in the pitcher to clean himself the best he could.
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