Secret Desires - Part 5 (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
NOTE: Thanks so much for the encouragement on this story, and I apologize for being so slow on it. Hopefully I'll
be able to type faster once I have the surgery on my hands. The surgery on the first hand is next week, so after
next Wednesday I won't be around for a couple of days. *pouts*
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~TERRY'S POV~
Mr. Calloway was right, this amulet does make me feel stronger. However, it has one flaw....I've got a raging
erection. I must rut soon or I'll go crazy.
I must say that I'm a little embarrassed to be standing in Calloway's den sporting an obvious erection in my tight
black jeans. Then again, he's wearing only a black silk robe. What's up with that?
I'm about to ask him if he was going to get ready for the party when he spoke.
"Adam is almost here," he whispers as if reading my anxious mind.
"For your sake, I hope so," I growl, trying to shove the images of Adam kneeling before me as he worships my
cock out of my head.
He merely chuckles as if understanding my predictament. His soft pat on the back does nothing to reassure me.
"Come," he whispers. "Let's get ready for Adam's arrival."
I feel an uneasy feeling forming in the bottom of my stomach as he leads me to the door that opens to the cellar. I
follow him down the narrow, darkened stairs. The thought of Adam finally belonging to me pushing me forward
and causing me to ignore the obvious danger.
"He will be yours to do with as you please," Calloway whispers as we reach the bottom of the stairs.
I look around at the cold dark room. "You're having a party down here?" I ask confused.
He chuckles. "No you are. A private party between you and Adam," he says softly as he leads me to the corner of
the room.
My eyes widen as I see the grass hut in the far corner of the room.
I look at him confused as I look inside and see that a soft mattress is the only thing inside of it.
"All the comforts of home," he whispers. "You'll understand once your animal instincts kick in."
"I won't hurt him, will I?" I ask concerned. I definitely didn't like where this was leading.
"Pain is part of living. Through pain, humans experience their greatest pleasure," he replies.
I shake my head as I look at him and then to the hut. I want to fuck Adam, not hurt him. Maybe I shouldn't do
this.
I turn to tell him and he's gone.
"Mr. Calloway," I whisper in confusion.
I glance up and he's at the top of the stairs. "Patience, Mr. Gerin. I will send Adam down to you."
Before I can protest, he's gone. The door slams shut behind him.
~ADAM'S POV~
"Jason, come on!" I growl. "You're going to make us late."
"Adam, please don't make me go," he whimpers for the hundredth time.
"Mr. Calloway wants to meet you," I growl in frustration.
"But why? And why don't I get leather pants and jacket like yours?" He whines.
"I told you! He only had one," I growl. "Now come on!"
I grab his slender wrist none too gently and practically drag him behind me.
"Adam let me go home....please. My head hurts," Jason whimpers yet again.
He yelps as I tighten my grip and yank him closer. I then reach out and grab his shoulders, shaking him almost like
a rag doll. "You're going to quit the headache act!" I growl, furious that he would do this to me.
He looks up at me with watery blue eyes. I watch as his bottom lip starts to tremble. Fuck! He's crying.
I just realize what an ass I'm being.
"I'm sorry," I whisper as I hug him close to me and kiss the top of his head. "Jason, please go.....please."
Jason pulls away as he wipes the tears from his eyes. "Alright, but you owe me."
"That's my angel," I whisper as we hold hands and ascend the stairs to Secret Desires.
"Adam," Jason whispers so low that I can barely hear him.
"Yea?"
"This place is evil," he whispers seriously. I feel his grip on my hand tighten. He really was afraid.
I'm ready to tell him that it's just his imagination when the door suddenly opens and Mr. Calloway appears wearing
only a black robe.
I look at my watch. "Are we early?" I asked confused.
"Not at all, Adam," he whispers with a smirk. "Do come in."
We enter and I don't miss the hungry look that he is giving us. Suddenly I'm fearful that maybe Jason was right.
"Where's the party?" I ask.
"For you, Adam, the party starts downstairs," he quickly replies with a menacing grin.
I start to reach for Jason's hand and drag him out of here, but Mr. Calloway reaches it first.
"Come Jason. I'll show you around while Adam attends his party," he whispers softly. "I'm sure that I can find
something that would interest you in my humble store."
"Jason," I whisper as I find myself suddenly unable to move.
Mr. Calloway's eyes narrow as he looks back at me. "Go downstairs Adam," he growls as he rests one hand
possessively on Jason's shoulder.
Jason visibly shivers as he tries to pull away from his touch, but Mr. Calloway doesn't remove his hand.
I want to yell at him and tell him not to touch my brother, but I can't move. It's as if someone is controlling me. I
feel myself turning and walking to the cellar door.
What the fuck? I see my hand reaching out for the door handle. 'NO,' I scream in my mind. I must try to protect
Jason.
The door opens and I walk inside.
"Adam don't leave me," Jason whimpers, panic clearly in his voice.
He's controlling me and I don't know how, but I can't even turn and look at Jason. Fuck, what did Mr. Calloway
do to me?
"We had a deal Adam. You got what you wanted and now I get what I wanted," Marcus' voice whispers in my
mind.
The door slams shut. Once it is closed, I feel the presense leave me. I turn and immediately start to bang on the
door.
"JASON!" I scream fearing the worse for my little brother.
A low, deep growl from the bottom of the stairs startles me. I glance down and see .....Terry? Only I think it's
Terry, because he's standing there naked with his huge, thick cock jutting proudly from it's dark nest of curls.
Terry's face is partially covered with his long dark ringlets of hair that falls loosely around his handsome face. He
looks so different......so manly.....so animalistic.
~MARCUS' POV~
Adam's screams for Jason has ceased, and I can sense Terry's growing need to rut as he nears his chosen mate.
Jason looks so sad and all alone. He thinks that his brother has just deserted him.
I stare at the exquisite creature that stands helplessly before me. So human and frail. I could snuff out his young life
so easily, but I'm drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
"I want to go with my brother," he whispers as he tries to walk around me.
"I'm sorry, but that's not possible," I whisper as I grab his arm and pull him to me.
"Why not?" Jason persists.
"Adam is having a private party with Mr. Gerin," I whisper, enjoying the small gasp that escapes Jason's throat.
"Shhhh.....," I whisper as I see that another question is forming on his tongue. I place my finger across his soft,
pouty lips, enjoying the slight tremble of his body.
"What are....you doing?" He whimpers as I move closer and wrap my arm around his waist pulling him protectively
against my larger frame.
"I believe I was going to show you around my shop," I whisper. "I believe that I have just the thing for your
persistant headaches."
Jason whimpers as he glances back at the door that Adam had disappeared behind. I grin as I lead him to my
private room upstairs. There, I would claim him as mine....body and soul.
~TERRY'S POV~
Adam's eyes are wide in fear as I ascend the stairs. God, he looks delicious in those tight black leather pants.
Where in the hell did he find them?
"Terry?" He whispers confused.
"Adam," I growl, barely able to control my lust.
"Terry help me get the door open. Mr. Calloway is going to hurt Jason," he pleads with me.
I shake my head. Jason is on his own. After all he's a big boy.
Adam yelps as I grab a handful of his long blond hair and pull him to me.
"NO!" He growls as he attempts to push me away and bang at the door more.
I roar in outrage as I grab him around the waist and toss him across my shoulder in one swift movement. He starts
to struggle, but quickly stops as he realizes that we will both fall.
I pat his ass as I slowly descend the stairs. "Mine," I growl.
Nothing was going to stop me from getting what I wanted tonight.
~MATT'S POV~
I whirl around as I realize that my ghostly tormentor has temporarily disappeared and that the night is once again
quiet.
I breathe a sigh of relief, but it fades as I realize exactly where I'm at.
I'm at the place where Jeff died.
The guard rails still haven't been fixed from his wreck a year ago. I guess the city doesn't think that it's important
enough to fix. After all, it wasn't a car that crashed, it was a motorcycle and there wasn't much damage done.
"How poetic," Jeff whispers from behind me.
I whirl around and find him sitting astride of his motorcycle looking at me with an amused look on his face.
"Leave me alone!" I scream, clutching at my head and pulling my hair.
"Why Matt?" He asks once again.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I scream as I approach him.
"Why did you kill me?" Jeff asks, his face void of all emotions as he patiently awaits my answer.
"I didn't!" I gasp.
He laughs. "Matt you can't lie to me. I saw you. I know it was you driving the truck that ran me off the road."
I stare at him shocked.
"NO!"
"Yes," Jeff growls as he hops off the motorcycle and walks towards me. "Was it jealousy?"
"No."
"Was it because mom loved me more?"
"No."
"WHY?" Jeff screams as he stands before me, his emerald eyes glowing. "Then why did you kill your baby
brother, brother?"
I scream as I run towards the cliff, aiming to fling myself off and end the nightmare that I have suddenly found
myself in.
I gasp as I'm suddenly tripped and find myself face first in the dirt with Jeff leering down at me.
"You don't get off that easy, big brother."
~MARCUS' POV~
I grin as I see Matt and Jeff on the cliff together. This should prove to be interesting, but first, I must complete
Jason's seduction.
Jason holds the snake amulet in his trembling hand as he looks up at me.
"Wear it and you will never have another headache again, little one," I whisper as I gently caress his hair, causing
him to shiver again.
"I have to ask Adam. I have no money....."
"It's on the house," I whisper smuggly. "Well, maybe in return for one kiss."
Jason looks at me shocked. "Kiss?"
"Haven't you been kissed before?" I tease, knowing full well that I will be his first lover.
"Only by my parents and Adam," he whispers innocently, blushing a beautiful shade of red.
"A simple kiss and your pain will end," I whisper as I take the amulet from his hands and place it around his neck. I
hold the silver snake in my palm as I await his answer.
He nods in embarrassment.
"Say it," I whisper. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes," he whispers so softly that even I can barely hear it, but that's all I need.
I let the amulet drop from my hand and onto the lightly muscular chest. He gasps as he feels the healing power
spread throughout his body.
It's too powerful for him and I smile as he almost faints, catching him before he can crumble to the floor. "No more
headaches for you, angel," I whisper in his ear. "As long as you wear the amulet."
I lift him into my arms gently as I place him on the bed. I glance at the candles that surround the room and they
suddenly light, filling the room with soft, romantic candlelight. See, I'm not a total cold, heartless beast. My angel's
first time should be special....very special.
"How did you do that?" Jason asks both shocked and amused.
"It's a secret," I whisper as I crawl onto the bed with him, sitting astraddle of him, but not with all my weight, just
enough to pin him underneath me as I loosen the tie around my robe and let it fall open.
"What are you doing?" He gasps as he looks at my huge cock and struggles to get away from me.
"I believe that you promised me a kiss," I whisper.
Before he can protest, I have ripped his shirt all the way open, revealing a firm, boyish chest. I lean down and nip
at his right nipple, grasping the small nub between my teeth as I tug and suck at it hungrily.
"No!" He gasps as his small fists beat at my back and sides.
I grip his wrists and pin them to the bed as I lean over him, letting my hair fall around our faces.
He trembles as my lips touch his and my tongue snakes into his mouth.
I send him images of me fucking him hard and fast. My cock ramming into him over and over again as he screams
my name.
He starts to moan and squirm as I deepen the kiss and send him more erotic mental images of our coupling. I
release his hands and then proceed to release his cock from the confines of his jeans. His legs spread wider as my
fingers wrap around the base of his cock.
A soft submissive whimper escapes his throat as his body surrenders to me.
He's mine.....body and soul.
~TBC~
