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 was already in San Francisco working on a case when he received Jordan’s summons. In the few years since Audra’s kidnapping, he’d become resigned to being Jordan’s whore. He was only called for every couple months and over time his stomach knotted less and less with anxiety and disgust when he obeyed his master’s demands.
He did need the papers filed by that afternoon, however, and sent Jordan a reply that he’d be at the hotel before dinnertime. Once he had all the documents in order, he took some time to oil himself up before heading out. Jordan didn’t usually waste time preparing him before fucking him, so Jarrod had gotten in the habit of doing it beforehand. It just made things easier.
He dropped the papers off at the courthouse, ignored his stomach’s growls and headed straight to his assignation with Jordan. The other man wasn’t usually patient, but Jarrod knew he’d wait even though he’d find some way to punish him for the delay. He only hoped that it wouldn’t leave any permanent marks. There were too many of those already.
Jarrod entered the shabby hotel and went straight upstairs to room 7. He knocked, waited for Jordan’s “Come in”, took a deep breath and entered.
Jordan was sitting at the small table and was eating a sumptuous dinner that Jarrod didn’t think came from the hotel kitchen, assuming it actually had one.
“Take off your clothes and come here,” Jordan ordered without even looking up from his meal. Jarrod did as he was told and Jordan momentarily took his attention from the food. He picked up a small ring, worked it so it sat up against Jarrod’s balls and snugly encircled his penis. “Lie down on the bed and make sure you’re hard by the time I’m done. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”
Jarrod but lay down on the bed like he’d been told, slowly started stroking himself and hoped he could carry out Jordan’s demand. He wasn’t really sure what the ring was for and tried to concentrate on the sensations of his hand rather than thinking about what was going to happen. It worked somewhat; he was partially erect by the time Jordan came over and the other man didn’t look displeased. Jordan wrapped his own hand around Jarrod’s cock and jerked it roughly several times.
“Better,” he commented as Jarrod’s shaft swelled. “And that ring will keep you like that so I can enjoy the view.” But to Jarrod’s surprise, Jordan didn’t pull out his own penis and start fucking him; instead, he took his pistol from a drawer in the nightstand and started rubbing the barrel with a cloth. “You were late,” he stated bluntly as he polished the gun and dread built in the pit of Jarrod’s stomach. “I know you were only at your office and yet you made me wait.” Jordan turned a cold eye on Jarrod. “I don’t like waiting.” He held up the gun and admired the shine before he abruptly shoved the barrel into Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod froze in shock and from the pain of the hard rim of the muzzle scraping his tender flesh.
Jordan slowly started fucking Jarrod with the cold steel, in and out and twisting at the same time. “I hope it’s not too uncomfortable,” he said with a leer. It hurt when the hard edge rubbed over that certain spot inside him, but it also sent small jolts of electricity through his groin and Jarrod was surprised to feel more blood go to his cock.
Then the almost pleasurable sensations were joined by terror as Jordan forced the barrel in as far as it would go and cocked the hammer. “What do you think? Do you think it might be loaded?” He started pumping in small, sharp thrusts.
“Jordan…” Jarrod couldn’t keep the fear out of his voice. He knew Jordan was fully capable of pulling the trigger and even though a bullet through his gut would mean he wouldn’t be Jordan’s plaything ever again, he didn’t want to die like that.
Jordan grinned maliciously before he slowly let down the hammer and started thrusting with the gun more rapidly. “Do you want to cum?” he asked, twisting it again to make Jarrod writhe on the bed. “Will you beg me to fuck you with my gun and make you cum? Or should I get a bigger weapon?” He left the gun inside Jarrod so he could unfasten his pants to reveal the large cock and then started moving the pistol again, hitting that spot that started to make Jarrod want more.
“Please,” Jarrod heard himself beg.
Jordan’s leer grew wider. “Please what?” he asked and his hand moved to stroke Jarrod’s cock.
Jarrod couldn’t explain it. The pain and danger from the gun added to the movement of Jordan’s hand on his swollen cock bypassed his brain, went straight to fuel his most primal urges and all he wanted was release. “Please let me…”
Jordan pulled out the pistol and tossed it aside. “It wasn’t loaded,” he told Jarrod as he replaced it with his own cock. “But seeing you terrified like that just made it so much better.” Jarrod hurt from being fucked by the hard metal, but Jordan’s cock hit him in all the right places. His hips started to move and meet Jordan’s thrusts and the other man chuckled as he pounded into him.
“Oh, god, harder,” Jarrod moaned. “Please, I need...”
Jordan obliged, driving harder until Jarrod could feel the pulses of the other man’s release. He withdrew, swiped some of the cum leaking out of Jarrod’s ass on his hand and smeared it on Jarrod’s cock before he pulled off the ring. The constriction was gone and Jarrod cried out as he finally released his pent-up fluid. His hips moved involuntarily as the ecstasy coursed through him, but he came crashing down when he heard Jordan’s voice.
“I knew you were a slut, I just didn’t realize how much.”
Jordan’s face was full of glee and Jarrod immediately felt sick. How could he have gotten off on something that twisted and depraved? What kind of man did that make him, that he could derive pleasure from being sodomized with a pistol by a man he loathed? At that moment, Jarrod realized that was what Jordan wanted all along; the man’s face told him everything. He’d been broken to Jordan’s will, becoming his willing slave in truth, and Jarrod knew he was more dirty and disgusting than he’d ever imagined.
Jordan must have seen it and his expression turned into one of wicked delight as he refastened his pants. “Next time you’ll come running for it,” he told Jarrod. “Now go. I’ll send for you when I need you again.” Jordan sat back down at the table and ignored Jarrod completely as he slowly dressed and left the room.
Jarrod was only a few feet from the hotel before he had to turn into a nearby alley and drop to his knees. Not having eaten since lunch, all that came up was bitter bile but it was still several long minutes before he was able to get to his feet and shakily wipe his mouth on his sleeve. He was an abomination, a disgrace to his family and his father’s name and Jarrod didn’t think he could live with what he’d become.
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