Bound Circumstances, Chapter 5
Title: Bound Circumstances, Chp. 5
Author: fangirl2323
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to TNT, Leverage. Just borrowing them for fun
Pairing: Nate/Eliot, master/slave, slash, AU
Summary: Eliot has some time alone to himself. Are there consequences?
Word Count: 3756
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, bondage, bdsm, m/m sex, swearing
Comments: Thanks to my beta Steffi for all her help!
Nate let the belt fall from his hands onto the floor, then he went about unlocking the spreader bar and ankle restraints. Next, Nate climbed onto the bed and unlocked Eliot's left wrist and before he could fall, Nate caught him. Eliot held onto Nate as he undid the other wrist.
Nate lowered himself so that he was sitting on the bed, holding a tired, worn out Eliot.
"Hush, it’s okay, I've got you. You did well, Eliot." Nate whispered as he placed Eliot's hair behind his ear and tipped his chin up with his fingers. Leaning down, he kissed Eliot gently on the lips.
"I want you to lay here, I'll take care of you, boy." Nate told him before reaching for the pillows and letting Eliot slip from his arms. "I'll be right back, don't move."
Nate disappeared into the bathroom, then came back and climbed back onto the bed. Eliot moaned when Nate's slick hand wrapped around his oversensitive cock. "You don't have to do anything. I'll do the work, you just relax and let it happen."
Unsnapping the cock ring, Nate began jerking Eliot slowly, watching his face for any signs of distress. "So pretty, love to watch you come for me" Nate said softly. It didn't take long before Eliot's body tensed and he moaned loudly as he spent himself over Nate's hand. Nate held his softening cock in his hand, until Eliot's glazed, sleepy eyes opened.
Nate smiled as he cleaned up Eliot's stomach and cock with a soft, warm washcloth. When he noticed Eliot struggling to stay awake, he said the words that the hitter needed to hear, "Don't fight it, it's okay, you can go to sleep."
The last thing Eliot was aware of before passing out was Nate turning him on his stomach, then something cool was being applied to his sore ass.
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His classes over for the day, Eliot headed back to Nate's. When Eliot didn't immediately see Nate when he walked inside, he called out to him, figuring he was upstairs. When no reply came, he realized that he had the place to himself, which was a rare thing. Taking advantage of that, Eliot walked down the hall to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. He dropped them beside the door to his bathroom. The hot water caressing his sore muscles felt good. He was glad that Nate had decided it was okay for him do something besides lay around the condo. His body however, reminded him even though he wanted to do more, one day a week was all he could handle now.
As the hot water soaked into his tired muscles Eliot felt himself relax in a way he hadn't in a long time. He let his head fall forward, resting it against the shower wall. It was nice and quiet, just the sound of his breathing and the water hitting the floor of the shower could be heard. After a few minutes, Eliot soaped up his hands and began washing the sweat and grit off of his body. His hand inadvertently brushed against his cock and he let out a long moan. It had been so long since he had had so much privacy he couldn't remember the last time he actually got to jerk himself off. The fact that his cock immediately responded to his hand touching it was enough for Eliot. He took hold of himself with his left hand and slowly began stroking himself; it didn't take long until he was rock hard and panting. He closed his eyes as he surrendered himself to the pleasure rumbling through his body as the water from the shower rained down over his back. He began fisting himself harder, his hips rocking into his hand. Eliot placed the palm of his right hand against the shower wall as the pleasure came close to climax and his legs began to tremble. When he came, his eyes were squeezed shut and Nate's name could be heard tumbling softly from his lips.
He walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another one. He didn't see Nate as he ambushed him, swinging him across the room. By the time Eliot's instincts had kicked in, his face had already collided with the bed. A choked squeak escaped Eliot as he felt Nate pressing against him hard, a hand against his neck, holding him against the bed.
"Stay right there, boy." Nate ordered as he yanked the towel from around Eliot's waist. Gripping Eliot's hips, Nate pulled him away from the bed so that his cock was accessible.
"Did I mention that with a tap of my finger, I can access video footage of every room in this building, including the bathrooms?" Nate inquired menacingly.
"Crap!" Eliot growled.
Nathan chuckled, "You looked gorgeous with the water raining down against your back as you fisted yourself to orgasm."
"Damn it, Nate!" Eliot growled, "You can't ..."
Nate's hand connected soundly with Eliot's ass, "I can't what?"
"Nothing sir." Eliot mumbled.
Leaning over Eliot's back, so that his mouth was next to the younger man's ear, Nate whispered, "As much as I enjoyed the show, you know I have to punish you, boy."
Knowing that he was screwed, Eliot tried to avoid punishment, "Please, sir, I'm sorry..."
Nate's hand connected with his ass again, this time, harder. "Did I say you could talk?"
Eliot bit his lip and shook his head.
"Oh, I'm not going to spank you. I have something far more suited to fit your crime."
Eliot's body shuddered, as he felt Nate's hand on his soft dick. "Sir?" Eliot asked, his voice caught between a growl and a moan. When Eliot felt something hard and plastic being fitted over his cock, he automatically jerked, trying to get away, but couldn't.
"Please, Sir, don't."
Nate didn't bother to respond to Eliot's plea. The click of the small metal lock on the cage caused Eliot to shiver. Nate moved his hands, so that one rested on Eliot's back and the other one on his caged cock.
"This one," he said, tugging it gently, "Is slotted so that you can piss. Next time, I cage your cock it will be with one which will not allow you to take a leak without my being there to unlock it." Nate continued.
The idea of having to walk around with his cock in the damn plastic contraption embarrassed Eliot, who was glad he was facing away from Nate. However, the idea of being caged and unable to take a leak without Nate present pissed Eliot off royally, but he knew that nothing he said was going to get him out of his current predicament.
Nate's breaths drifted across the back of Eliot's neck as he continued to do nothing but hold him firmly against the hard bulge in his pants. Soon he felt the slight shift of Eliot's hips as his body began to tremble.
Nate smiled as he felt Eliot trying hard not to fight him. He rocked his hips into the crack of Eliot's perfect ass, holding him hard enough to bruise.
Eliot closed his eyes, keeping his mouth clenched, as he fisted the bedcovers. A growl of pure frustration escaped from his lips as he felt his cock responding heartily to Nate's clothed thrusts against his naked ass. He heard the sound of Nate unzipping his pants, then more rustling noises that he could not yet place, before a lubed finger was pushed past the tight ring of his ass. Where did the lube come from? Eliot wondered briefly. Before his body had had time to adjust to the finger inside him, he felt another slip in, ghosting over his prostate, before they were both gone. Eliot bit his lower lip to avoid disobeying Nate's command to not talk, but nevertheless a small whimper managed to escape. Nate chuckled as he rubbed his erection slick with lube. He lined up behind his boy and thrust hard into Eliot's ass.
"Fuck!" Eliot cried as his body slid across the bed with the force of Nate's thrust. His ass was on fire from the burn of being breached without enough preparation. Nate didn't wait for Eliot to adjust to the intrusion in his ass. He pulled out, until just the head of his cock remained inside Eliot, then he thrust back in hard, setting a furious pace. It didn't take long until his rhythm faltered and his fingers tightened their grip on Eliot's hip.
Eliot could only hang on to the bed as Nate rode him fast and hard. He could taste blood on his lips from biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle his moans. Soon, he felt Nate's seed spilling into his ass and running down his legs, as Nate softened inside him. Once Nate had slipped out of him, Eliot attempted to straighten himself back into a fully upright position, only to stop at the feel of a heavy, metal object being inserted into his sore hole. He felt his face flush with heat and he was glad Nate couldn't see the look of horror spread over his face, as he realized that Nate had put a butt plug in him, trapping his seed inside.
"Don't you dare move, boy." Nate instructed Eliot as he tucked himself inside his pants and zipped them up before going into the bathroom. He came back into the bedroom a couple of minutes later, pausing in the bathroom doorway to enjoy the sight of Eliot bent over the bed, the jeweled butt plug snug in his ass and his face resting in his arms. He walked over to Eliot and wiped cum off of Eliot's ass and from between his legs.
"Get dressed, Eliot. We have a dinner reservation. You've got fifteen minutes." Nate ordered as he tossed the washcloth into the bathroom on the way out of Eliot's room.
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Twenty minutes later, they were in Nate's Cadillac headed to their reservation. The silence and tension in the car was palpable as Eliot tried not to squirm in his seat.
"How long sir?" Eliot asked softly.
"How long do you have to wear the cage and plug? Until I think you've learned your lesson, Eliot." Eliot clenched his jaw at the non-answer he got from his master and stared sulkily out of the window.
Nate pulled up to the curb beside the Valet Parking sign and they got out of the car. The restaurant was an upscale steakhouse with a calm environment. Eliot looked around as he followed Nate and the waiter to their table. Thankfully, their table was towards the back of the restaurant. As they snaked their way behind the waiter, Eliot felt like everyone was staring at him.
Once they were seated, Nate caught Eliot looking around the restaurant and by the expression on his face he knew when his boy had spotted the restrooms. Before he could say anything, the waiter re-appeared and Nate ordered two fusion martinis.
Leaning over so that only Eliot could hear him, Nate whispered, "That butt plug better still be in your ass when we get home, boy." Pretending the conversation had never happened, and turning his attention back to his menu, Nate casually told Eliot "Order whatever you want. It's okay."
The waiter came back a few minutes later with their drinks. He took their orders and left again. As he sipped on his martini, Eliot looked around the restaurant again, this time noticing that there were other slaves in the restaurant, only they were not seated next to their masters, but rather standing up behind them or kneeling next to them on the floor.
The waiter returned with their food. They both dug into their steak and baked potatoes. Eliot was glad not to have to make small talk with Nate since he was still pissed off. The food, however, was sublime and they both dug in with gusto, so the lack of conversation did not seem awkward. Just as he was finishing up the last morsel on his plate, Eliot heard Nate's cell phone ring. Not wanting to appear as if he was eavesdropping, Eliot proceeded to eat the side salad Nate had ordered for him, which was a little on the dry side and he wondered why the cook didn't put more heart into his work, it was only a salad, damn it.
Eliot had just been about to tell Nate that he had to go take a leak, when the older man reached into his pocket to retrieve the ringing cell phone and took the call. Not wanting to cause more trouble for himself, he decided to wait until Nate was off the phone and just sat there, trying to think of something besides his bladder. After a few minutes, Nate was still on the phone and Eliot's need to piss had increased and he began squirming in his seat. He clenched his jaw to keep from audibly growling at Nate in frustration, but by the look on his face Nate could see that Eliot was in distress. Suddenly, Nate's eyes locked onto his and his eyebrow arched. Thankful for the attention, Eliot motioned towards the restroom with his hands. Nate nodded as he continued to listen to the person on the other end of the line and shot Eliot a warning glance.
Eliot dropped his gaze to the floor and walked quickly towards the men's room. He prayed that no one else was inside. His hopes were dashed when he walked inside and saw a couple of men at the urinals. He silently cursed Nathan Ford for turning something as natural as taking a leak into a stressful ordeal. Knowing that he couldn't hold it any longer, he made his way to the urinal furthest away from the two men.
Standing in front of it, he unzipped his dress pants and pulled out his caged cock. A clear plastic cock ring was attached to a clear plastic curved case with holes at the end of it. Both were locked together by a small gold lock. Eliot cursed Nate again, when he took hold of his cock and was barely able to move it, let alone shake it when he was done and the entire affair seemed to take forever. He stood in front of the urinal minutes after relieving himself, trying to calm his emotions. He splashed cold water onto his face because he definitely did not want Nate to see him with tear stains on his face, nor did he want to lose his temper and hit the man but he could barely contain his frustration from all the humiliation he'd had to endure that day. The plug was seriously uncomfortable now and the squirming before had done nothing to improve the situation. Rather, he felt as if he had made things even worse and his violated hole hurt. He wanted to pull the damned thing out and throw it in Nate's face.
Nate was off of his cell phone by the time Eliot returned to the table. "I have to make a quick stop before we head back home" he said casually and Eliot just nodded in return, carefully avoiding eye-contact. Nate paid the check and on their way out Eliot concentrated hard on the floor, not wanting to see any more slaves or masters.
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Fifteen minutes later, Nate parked the car next to the door of a classic red brick two-story building. A black awning hung over the arch doorway. In small, neat letters Eliot could make out the word "Rise". As they got out of the car, he could see that there was one large, solid black door inside the arch. Surprisingly, there was no bouncer outside. When they walked inside, however, he noticed a tall, Howie Long look-a-like standing just inside the door. The man nodded at Nate.
A tall, slender woman came from one of the two arched entryways. She was dressed in a black mini-dress and high heels that showed off her longs legs. Her wavy, red hair was done up in a ponytail with curling wisps framing her face.
"Nate, it's been awhile." She said with a smile as she hugged him.
"Good to see you too, Lola." Nate replied with a wink of his eye.
There was half of a brick wall with two paned glass wall extensions on each side behind the counter in the front. Eliot could hear music playing in the background. From where he stood, he could make out a long bar that appeared to be well stocked, along with some tables.
"Who's this?" Lolita asked, casting an approving eye over Eliot's handsome features.
"This is Eliot Spencer." Nate replied as he clasped his hand on Eliot's neck, bringing his slave's attention back to the situation at hand. Although Eliot could be quite rough at times, his manners towards women were always impeccable. Smiling at the pretty woman, he replied, "Nice to meet you, Ma'am."
Lola shook his hand and was pleasantly surprised that he did not squeeze her hand too forcefully, the way some men do. It seemed charming and respectful, especially considering the man's muscular upper arms. Switching her attention back to Nate and retracting her hand she said, "Max is inside, at a table on the second floor facing the front of the building. I hope you and Eliot will come back and play with us and not sneak out like you did last time." She winked at Nate and motioned for them to go inside.
They made their way through the crowd and on to the second floor. Nathan spotted Max talking to a waiter.
He rose up and greeted them. "Nathan." He nodded. The two men shook hands.
Turning to Eliot, Max said, "Max Hunter, pleasure to meet you, Eliot.
Eliot nodded and shook the man's hand.
Nate and Max sat down, and when Eliot didn't immediately join them Nate pushed a third chair out with his foot, indicating for him to sit down.
Eliot sat down next to Nate.
"From our phone conversation, I take it that you are positive about the identification?" Nate asked.
"Yes"
"Okay, tell me what else you know." Nate said.
Max turned to Eliot, "Why don't you go downstairs and have a drink, some food, or just have a look around. Or go check out the dancers in the basement level. I took the liberty of telling my guy down there that you might be coming, so it's okay. We shouldn't be here very long."
"Thank you, sir." Eliot replied, after Nate had given him an approving nod. Glad to be off of his ass and not being forced to push down on the damned plug with all his weight, he took the stairs two at a time and bounced out of sight.
"The body was found near the Academy where Eliot works and yes, it was Lucas Skinner." Max informed Nate.
"So because of where the body was found, you think there is a connection to Eliot or to me?” Nate asked.
Max nodded. "Skinner was picked up at the same time Eliot was, right?"
Nate nodded again, "Yes, he was. I don't know how much the two men interacted with each other. I do know that Lucas was in the same room when I met Eliot."
Max nodded and then continued, "The problem is we're not sure if his owner did this or if someone else is responsible."
"Meaning what? That it was just some random act of violence or a beating that got out of control?" Nate asked. "Or do you think that someone was pressuring him for information on Eliot's whereabouts?
"I don't know yet. But given the body's location, we can't ignore the possibility, can we? Maybe this was not just some owner or customer that spun out of control, but rather someone seeking information about Eliot, you or something that Eliot knows?" Max explained. "Knowing our relationship, I wanted to tell you about this in person, so that you know I had nothing to do with it, nor am I doing anything underhanded regarding Eliot Spencer."
"I appreciate that, Max." Nate replied. "What do you know about Eliot?"
A waiter appeared and set down two Samuel Adams beers and glasses, along with a basket of pretzels.
Max thanked the waiter. "I figured a drink was needed for this conversation."
Taking a drink of his beer, Nate replied. "It is."
"Now, about Eliot," Max said. "I know that he is ex-military. Did some stuff in Croatia and other nasty places. After leaving the military, he was basically doing freelance retrieval jobs for the highest bidder. Something went wrong during his last job. I heard that he was captured and severely tortured. I don't know what the specifics of that job were though. Next thing I heard was that you had acquired him from Cyrus."
"Sounds like you know as much as me about his past." Nate replied somewhat disappointed. "Do we know if he has a connection to Skinner, other than being picked up at the same time?"
"I'm working on that," Max answered, "So far I've come up with blanks."
"Okay, do we know where Skinner's owner is?"
"Nate, right now, I'm not even sure who Skinner’s owner was, it seems he was sold more than once. Why that is, I don’t know. Maybe this was a case of his owner letting a client use Skinner and things went wrong. My gut tells me that this has something to do with Eliot Spencer. What exactly, I don't know yet."
"Okay. I will double up security measures. Keep in touch, you have my number and email address, correct? Do you have Hardison's?" Nate asked, scratching his chin.
Max confirmed with a nod.
"Good, if you wouldn't mind, would you send him what little information you have? I'm sure he can help you with whatever you need. I will text him now."
"Will do. Thanks for meeting with me." Max said, as he shook Nate's hand. Nate stopped at the staircase and turned, "Where's Skinner's body?"
"At one of Richard Lawson's clinics, I suppose, unless he uses a particular morgue."
"Okay, I'll contact Richard." Nate replied as he headed downstairs to find Eliot.
Twenty minutes later, Nate caught up with Eliot coming out of the men's room on the main floor.
Author: fangirl2323
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to TNT, Leverage. Just borrowing them for fun
Pairing: Nate/Eliot, master/slave, slash, AU
Summary: Eliot has some time alone to himself. Are there consequences?
Word Count: 3756
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, bondage, bdsm, m/m sex, swearing
Comments: Thanks to my beta Steffi for all her help!
Nate let the belt fall from his hands onto the floor, then he went about unlocking the spreader bar and ankle restraints. Next, Nate climbed onto the bed and unlocked Eliot's left wrist and before he could fall, Nate caught him. Eliot held onto Nate as he undid the other wrist.
Nate lowered himself so that he was sitting on the bed, holding a tired, worn out Eliot.
"Hush, it’s okay, I've got you. You did well, Eliot." Nate whispered as he placed Eliot's hair behind his ear and tipped his chin up with his fingers. Leaning down, he kissed Eliot gently on the lips.
"I want you to lay here, I'll take care of you, boy." Nate told him before reaching for the pillows and letting Eliot slip from his arms. "I'll be right back, don't move."
Nate disappeared into the bathroom, then came back and climbed back onto the bed. Eliot moaned when Nate's slick hand wrapped around his oversensitive cock. "You don't have to do anything. I'll do the work, you just relax and let it happen."
Unsnapping the cock ring, Nate began jerking Eliot slowly, watching his face for any signs of distress. "So pretty, love to watch you come for me" Nate said softly. It didn't take long before Eliot's body tensed and he moaned loudly as he spent himself over Nate's hand. Nate held his softening cock in his hand, until Eliot's glazed, sleepy eyes opened.
Nate smiled as he cleaned up Eliot's stomach and cock with a soft, warm washcloth. When he noticed Eliot struggling to stay awake, he said the words that the hitter needed to hear, "Don't fight it, it's okay, you can go to sleep."
The last thing Eliot was aware of before passing out was Nate turning him on his stomach, then something cool was being applied to his sore ass.
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His classes over for the day, Eliot headed back to Nate's. When Eliot didn't immediately see Nate when he walked inside, he called out to him, figuring he was upstairs. When no reply came, he realized that he had the place to himself, which was a rare thing. Taking advantage of that, Eliot walked down the hall to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he went. He dropped them beside the door to his bathroom. The hot water caressing his sore muscles felt good. He was glad that Nate had decided it was okay for him do something besides lay around the condo. His body however, reminded him even though he wanted to do more, one day a week was all he could handle now.
As the hot water soaked into his tired muscles Eliot felt himself relax in a way he hadn't in a long time. He let his head fall forward, resting it against the shower wall. It was nice and quiet, just the sound of his breathing and the water hitting the floor of the shower could be heard. After a few minutes, Eliot soaped up his hands and began washing the sweat and grit off of his body. His hand inadvertently brushed against his cock and he let out a long moan. It had been so long since he had had so much privacy he couldn't remember the last time he actually got to jerk himself off. The fact that his cock immediately responded to his hand touching it was enough for Eliot. He took hold of himself with his left hand and slowly began stroking himself; it didn't take long until he was rock hard and panting. He closed his eyes as he surrendered himself to the pleasure rumbling through his body as the water from the shower rained down over his back. He began fisting himself harder, his hips rocking into his hand. Eliot placed the palm of his right hand against the shower wall as the pleasure came close to climax and his legs began to tremble. When he came, his eyes were squeezed shut and Nate's name could be heard tumbling softly from his lips.
He walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another one. He didn't see Nate as he ambushed him, swinging him across the room. By the time Eliot's instincts had kicked in, his face had already collided with the bed. A choked squeak escaped Eliot as he felt Nate pressing against him hard, a hand against his neck, holding him against the bed.
"Stay right there, boy." Nate ordered as he yanked the towel from around Eliot's waist. Gripping Eliot's hips, Nate pulled him away from the bed so that his cock was accessible.
"Did I mention that with a tap of my finger, I can access video footage of every room in this building, including the bathrooms?" Nate inquired menacingly.
"Crap!" Eliot growled.
Nathan chuckled, "You looked gorgeous with the water raining down against your back as you fisted yourself to orgasm."
"Damn it, Nate!" Eliot growled, "You can't ..."
Nate's hand connected soundly with Eliot's ass, "I can't what?"
"Nothing sir." Eliot mumbled.
Leaning over Eliot's back, so that his mouth was next to the younger man's ear, Nate whispered, "As much as I enjoyed the show, you know I have to punish you, boy."
Knowing that he was screwed, Eliot tried to avoid punishment, "Please, sir, I'm sorry..."
Nate's hand connected with his ass again, this time, harder. "Did I say you could talk?"
Eliot bit his lip and shook his head.
"Oh, I'm not going to spank you. I have something far more suited to fit your crime."
Eliot's body shuddered, as he felt Nate's hand on his soft dick. "Sir?" Eliot asked, his voice caught between a growl and a moan. When Eliot felt something hard and plastic being fitted over his cock, he automatically jerked, trying to get away, but couldn't.
"Please, Sir, don't."
Nate didn't bother to respond to Eliot's plea. The click of the small metal lock on the cage caused Eliot to shiver. Nate moved his hands, so that one rested on Eliot's back and the other one on his caged cock.
"This one," he said, tugging it gently, "Is slotted so that you can piss. Next time, I cage your cock it will be with one which will not allow you to take a leak without my being there to unlock it." Nate continued.
The idea of having to walk around with his cock in the damn plastic contraption embarrassed Eliot, who was glad he was facing away from Nate. However, the idea of being caged and unable to take a leak without Nate present pissed Eliot off royally, but he knew that nothing he said was going to get him out of his current predicament.
Nate's breaths drifted across the back of Eliot's neck as he continued to do nothing but hold him firmly against the hard bulge in his pants. Soon he felt the slight shift of Eliot's hips as his body began to tremble.
Nate smiled as he felt Eliot trying hard not to fight him. He rocked his hips into the crack of Eliot's perfect ass, holding him hard enough to bruise.
Eliot closed his eyes, keeping his mouth clenched, as he fisted the bedcovers. A growl of pure frustration escaped from his lips as he felt his cock responding heartily to Nate's clothed thrusts against his naked ass. He heard the sound of Nate unzipping his pants, then more rustling noises that he could not yet place, before a lubed finger was pushed past the tight ring of his ass. Where did the lube come from? Eliot wondered briefly. Before his body had had time to adjust to the finger inside him, he felt another slip in, ghosting over his prostate, before they were both gone. Eliot bit his lower lip to avoid disobeying Nate's command to not talk, but nevertheless a small whimper managed to escape. Nate chuckled as he rubbed his erection slick with lube. He lined up behind his boy and thrust hard into Eliot's ass.
"Fuck!" Eliot cried as his body slid across the bed with the force of Nate's thrust. His ass was on fire from the burn of being breached without enough preparation. Nate didn't wait for Eliot to adjust to the intrusion in his ass. He pulled out, until just the head of his cock remained inside Eliot, then he thrust back in hard, setting a furious pace. It didn't take long until his rhythm faltered and his fingers tightened their grip on Eliot's hip.
Eliot could only hang on to the bed as Nate rode him fast and hard. He could taste blood on his lips from biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle his moans. Soon, he felt Nate's seed spilling into his ass and running down his legs, as Nate softened inside him. Once Nate had slipped out of him, Eliot attempted to straighten himself back into a fully upright position, only to stop at the feel of a heavy, metal object being inserted into his sore hole. He felt his face flush with heat and he was glad Nate couldn't see the look of horror spread over his face, as he realized that Nate had put a butt plug in him, trapping his seed inside.
"Don't you dare move, boy." Nate instructed Eliot as he tucked himself inside his pants and zipped them up before going into the bathroom. He came back into the bedroom a couple of minutes later, pausing in the bathroom doorway to enjoy the sight of Eliot bent over the bed, the jeweled butt plug snug in his ass and his face resting in his arms. He walked over to Eliot and wiped cum off of Eliot's ass and from between his legs.
"Get dressed, Eliot. We have a dinner reservation. You've got fifteen minutes." Nate ordered as he tossed the washcloth into the bathroom on the way out of Eliot's room.
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Twenty minutes later, they were in Nate's Cadillac headed to their reservation. The silence and tension in the car was palpable as Eliot tried not to squirm in his seat.
"How long sir?" Eliot asked softly.
"How long do you have to wear the cage and plug? Until I think you've learned your lesson, Eliot." Eliot clenched his jaw at the non-answer he got from his master and stared sulkily out of the window.
Nate pulled up to the curb beside the Valet Parking sign and they got out of the car. The restaurant was an upscale steakhouse with a calm environment. Eliot looked around as he followed Nate and the waiter to their table. Thankfully, their table was towards the back of the restaurant. As they snaked their way behind the waiter, Eliot felt like everyone was staring at him.
Once they were seated, Nate caught Eliot looking around the restaurant and by the expression on his face he knew when his boy had spotted the restrooms. Before he could say anything, the waiter re-appeared and Nate ordered two fusion martinis.
Leaning over so that only Eliot could hear him, Nate whispered, "That butt plug better still be in your ass when we get home, boy." Pretending the conversation had never happened, and turning his attention back to his menu, Nate casually told Eliot "Order whatever you want. It's okay."
The waiter came back a few minutes later with their drinks. He took their orders and left again. As he sipped on his martini, Eliot looked around the restaurant again, this time noticing that there were other slaves in the restaurant, only they were not seated next to their masters, but rather standing up behind them or kneeling next to them on the floor.
The waiter returned with their food. They both dug into their steak and baked potatoes. Eliot was glad not to have to make small talk with Nate since he was still pissed off. The food, however, was sublime and they both dug in with gusto, so the lack of conversation did not seem awkward. Just as he was finishing up the last morsel on his plate, Eliot heard Nate's cell phone ring. Not wanting to appear as if he was eavesdropping, Eliot proceeded to eat the side salad Nate had ordered for him, which was a little on the dry side and he wondered why the cook didn't put more heart into his work, it was only a salad, damn it.
Eliot had just been about to tell Nate that he had to go take a leak, when the older man reached into his pocket to retrieve the ringing cell phone and took the call. Not wanting to cause more trouble for himself, he decided to wait until Nate was off the phone and just sat there, trying to think of something besides his bladder. After a few minutes, Nate was still on the phone and Eliot's need to piss had increased and he began squirming in his seat. He clenched his jaw to keep from audibly growling at Nate in frustration, but by the look on his face Nate could see that Eliot was in distress. Suddenly, Nate's eyes locked onto his and his eyebrow arched. Thankful for the attention, Eliot motioned towards the restroom with his hands. Nate nodded as he continued to listen to the person on the other end of the line and shot Eliot a warning glance.
Eliot dropped his gaze to the floor and walked quickly towards the men's room. He prayed that no one else was inside. His hopes were dashed when he walked inside and saw a couple of men at the urinals. He silently cursed Nathan Ford for turning something as natural as taking a leak into a stressful ordeal. Knowing that he couldn't hold it any longer, he made his way to the urinal furthest away from the two men.
Standing in front of it, he unzipped his dress pants and pulled out his caged cock. A clear plastic cock ring was attached to a clear plastic curved case with holes at the end of it. Both were locked together by a small gold lock. Eliot cursed Nate again, when he took hold of his cock and was barely able to move it, let alone shake it when he was done and the entire affair seemed to take forever. He stood in front of the urinal minutes after relieving himself, trying to calm his emotions. He splashed cold water onto his face because he definitely did not want Nate to see him with tear stains on his face, nor did he want to lose his temper and hit the man but he could barely contain his frustration from all the humiliation he'd had to endure that day. The plug was seriously uncomfortable now and the squirming before had done nothing to improve the situation. Rather, he felt as if he had made things even worse and his violated hole hurt. He wanted to pull the damned thing out and throw it in Nate's face.
Nate was off of his cell phone by the time Eliot returned to the table. "I have to make a quick stop before we head back home" he said casually and Eliot just nodded in return, carefully avoiding eye-contact. Nate paid the check and on their way out Eliot concentrated hard on the floor, not wanting to see any more slaves or masters.
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Fifteen minutes later, Nate parked the car next to the door of a classic red brick two-story building. A black awning hung over the arch doorway. In small, neat letters Eliot could make out the word "Rise". As they got out of the car, he could see that there was one large, solid black door inside the arch. Surprisingly, there was no bouncer outside. When they walked inside, however, he noticed a tall, Howie Long look-a-like standing just inside the door. The man nodded at Nate.
A tall, slender woman came from one of the two arched entryways. She was dressed in a black mini-dress and high heels that showed off her longs legs. Her wavy, red hair was done up in a ponytail with curling wisps framing her face.
"Nate, it's been awhile." She said with a smile as she hugged him.
"Good to see you too, Lola." Nate replied with a wink of his eye.
There was half of a brick wall with two paned glass wall extensions on each side behind the counter in the front. Eliot could hear music playing in the background. From where he stood, he could make out a long bar that appeared to be well stocked, along with some tables.
"Who's this?" Lolita asked, casting an approving eye over Eliot's handsome features.
"This is Eliot Spencer." Nate replied as he clasped his hand on Eliot's neck, bringing his slave's attention back to the situation at hand. Although Eliot could be quite rough at times, his manners towards women were always impeccable. Smiling at the pretty woman, he replied, "Nice to meet you, Ma'am."
Lola shook his hand and was pleasantly surprised that he did not squeeze her hand too forcefully, the way some men do. It seemed charming and respectful, especially considering the man's muscular upper arms. Switching her attention back to Nate and retracting her hand she said, "Max is inside, at a table on the second floor facing the front of the building. I hope you and Eliot will come back and play with us and not sneak out like you did last time." She winked at Nate and motioned for them to go inside.
They made their way through the crowd and on to the second floor. Nathan spotted Max talking to a waiter.
He rose up and greeted them. "Nathan." He nodded. The two men shook hands.
Turning to Eliot, Max said, "Max Hunter, pleasure to meet you, Eliot.
Eliot nodded and shook the man's hand.
Nate and Max sat down, and when Eliot didn't immediately join them Nate pushed a third chair out with his foot, indicating for him to sit down.
Eliot sat down next to Nate.
"From our phone conversation, I take it that you are positive about the identification?" Nate asked.
"Yes"
"Okay, tell me what else you know." Nate said.
Max turned to Eliot, "Why don't you go downstairs and have a drink, some food, or just have a look around. Or go check out the dancers in the basement level. I took the liberty of telling my guy down there that you might be coming, so it's okay. We shouldn't be here very long."
"Thank you, sir." Eliot replied, after Nate had given him an approving nod. Glad to be off of his ass and not being forced to push down on the damned plug with all his weight, he took the stairs two at a time and bounced out of sight.
"The body was found near the Academy where Eliot works and yes, it was Lucas Skinner." Max informed Nate.
"So because of where the body was found, you think there is a connection to Eliot or to me?” Nate asked.
Max nodded. "Skinner was picked up at the same time Eliot was, right?"
Nate nodded again, "Yes, he was. I don't know how much the two men interacted with each other. I do know that Lucas was in the same room when I met Eliot."
Max nodded and then continued, "The problem is we're not sure if his owner did this or if someone else is responsible."
"Meaning what? That it was just some random act of violence or a beating that got out of control?" Nate asked. "Or do you think that someone was pressuring him for information on Eliot's whereabouts?
"I don't know yet. But given the body's location, we can't ignore the possibility, can we? Maybe this was not just some owner or customer that spun out of control, but rather someone seeking information about Eliot, you or something that Eliot knows?" Max explained. "Knowing our relationship, I wanted to tell you about this in person, so that you know I had nothing to do with it, nor am I doing anything underhanded regarding Eliot Spencer."
"I appreciate that, Max." Nate replied. "What do you know about Eliot?"
A waiter appeared and set down two Samuel Adams beers and glasses, along with a basket of pretzels.
Max thanked the waiter. "I figured a drink was needed for this conversation."
Taking a drink of his beer, Nate replied. "It is."
"Now, about Eliot," Max said. "I know that he is ex-military. Did some stuff in Croatia and other nasty places. After leaving the military, he was basically doing freelance retrieval jobs for the highest bidder. Something went wrong during his last job. I heard that he was captured and severely tortured. I don't know what the specifics of that job were though. Next thing I heard was that you had acquired him from Cyrus."
"Sounds like you know as much as me about his past." Nate replied somewhat disappointed. "Do we know if he has a connection to Skinner, other than being picked up at the same time?"
"I'm working on that," Max answered, "So far I've come up with blanks."
"Okay, do we know where Skinner's owner is?"
"Nate, right now, I'm not even sure who Skinner’s owner was, it seems he was sold more than once. Why that is, I don’t know. Maybe this was a case of his owner letting a client use Skinner and things went wrong. My gut tells me that this has something to do with Eliot Spencer. What exactly, I don't know yet."
"Okay. I will double up security measures. Keep in touch, you have my number and email address, correct? Do you have Hardison's?" Nate asked, scratching his chin.
Max confirmed with a nod.
"Good, if you wouldn't mind, would you send him what little information you have? I'm sure he can help you with whatever you need. I will text him now."
"Will do. Thanks for meeting with me." Max said, as he shook Nate's hand. Nate stopped at the staircase and turned, "Where's Skinner's body?"
"At one of Richard Lawson's clinics, I suppose, unless he uses a particular morgue."
"Okay, I'll contact Richard." Nate replied as he headed downstairs to find Eliot.
Twenty minutes later, Nate caught up with Eliot coming out of the men's room on the main floor.