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Once at the House, Derek ordered him up to Derek's room, and stripped.  Unsure as to what the precept would do next, Nick nevertheless did as he was told, slowly taking the stairs up to the second floor to await whatever Derek had in mind.

Downstairs, Derek Rayne paced, rethinking the scene in the truck, going over every detail, every nuance and made his plans.  He let Nick stew, let the tension build, made him wait and wonder just what punishment Derek had in store . . .

Yes, that would do.  For now, that would do nicely.

But first, he needed a couple of things he kept in storage.

Surprised, when he headed up, he saw Nick had indeed followed his instructions.  Only, instead of pacing or sitting nervously on the bed, the ex-SEAL was kneeling at the foot of it, nude, on his knees, arms crossed at the wrists behind him; classic subservient position.

Head rising at the sound of someone entering the room, Nick immediately lowered it again, thereby missing the items Derek tossed onto the bed, changing his mind on some, but not the others.

Someone, somewhere, had taught Nick the Rules.  There would be enough time later to figure out who and why.

"Very good, Nick.  I see you at least  remember how to behave."

Nick's lips quirked briefly at the wry comment, but he didn't say anything.

Derek nodded.  "You must know, however, that I still intend to punish you.  Don't think that by behaving in this late stage, you're to get out of it."

A slight shake of the head was his only answer.

"Good."

Leaving Nick to wonder what would happen next, Derek circled the kneeling man, a hand trailing fire along the flat curve of a shoulder before disappearing behind him, still circling.  "I had thought about a good, old-fashioned spanking . . ."  Fully clothed in gray slacks and lighter gray shirt, Derek had the satisfaction of watching Nick's eyes widen as he slipped his belt from it's loops.  Nick's attention, drawn to the folded leather, snapped back to Derek's face at the loud pop as he cracked the loops.  "But I decided against it.  For now."

Trailing the strap across his shoulders, Derek discarded it, moving to retrieve something Nick could not see.

"Now, seeing you here, like this . . ."  A hand brushed up in his dark hair and Nick allowed his head to be pulled back gently, exposing his throat.  Derek refused to take advantage of that, yet.  "Made me change my mind.  Tell me, is this what you want, Nick?  What you thought Officer Miller could give you?"

Who?  Oh -- the cop.

Nick groaned, unable to keep his silence at the image of himself, being taken roughly by the cop, on the side of the road, in the open . . . with Derek watching . . . "Please, Derek . . ."

Derek tightened his fingers in the short hair but shushed him gently.  "All in due time, Nicholas.  Do you want me to give this to you?  You may speak."

"Yes!" Another whimper at the sound of his given name and Derek could see his surrender in the green depths of his eyes.  Fear, need, vulnerability -- all warred with each other as Nick turned his eyes up to meet his as Derek's fingers released his hair to cup his chin.  

A smile, warm and full of assurance briefly broke the game before Derek nodded, gravely.  "Then you are mine to do with what I will."

The darker head bowed, subservience warring with tension in every line until, "Yes . . ."

"Good."  The older man brought out the object he had been holding.  "Turn and face the bed, your back to me."

Doing as he was told, Nick shifted until he faced the wooden post, staying in position with his wrists crossed at his lower back.  Wrists, he felt with surprise, being wrapped together, bound by a silken cord.

Nick's hands now bound by the soft tie from one of his robes, Derek plucked something from a bedside table drawer and something else hidden almost beneath a pillow.  Showing him the one object taken from the bed, Derek spoke.  "I assume you know what this is for."

Fairly large, the plug in Derek's hand wasn't the biggest he'd ever seen (or used, though it had definitely been a while), but still managed to appear quite intimidating, given Nick's helpless state.  Staring at the hard rubber plug, he managed to swallow.

"Yes . . ."

"Then you know what I'm going to do to you.  Bend over and rest your head on the floor."

Oh god.

His forehead resting on the rug cushioned hardwood, Nick's eyes tried to focus on the intricate pattern as Derek moved, and settled in behind him.  Up close, dark wines, browns and violets on a field of cream, swam in and out of his vision, his breathing loud and harsh in his own ears as he felt hands begin to stroke his hips.

"Relax, Nick.  I intend to punish you, but I would never hurt you.  Relax."

The crooning in the deep voice had the desired effect and Nick felt his body sag as his head now rested on the soft rug beneath him, his next breath released in a soft cry as a slick hardness entered him from behind.

Too small to be the plug, Derek's finger penetrated and twisted inside of him, the pressure causing little rivers of fiery sensation to flutter in his belly.  More in and out motion brought Nick's breath out in little whimpers and two fingers earned another cry of pleasure as the younger man fought to stay still.  He wanted to thrust back, to increase the contact and the sensation but remained as he was, cheek resting against the soft fibers, breath coming in ragged pants.

Much too soon, the feel of fingers was replaced by the tip of a much wider surface as the precept slowly forced Nick's body to accept the invasion, one inch at a time.  Moans turned to grunts turned to gasps and whimpers as Nick took the hard rubber as deep as Derek demanded, all the way in until there was nothing left to take.  Wider and wider he was forced open, until he felt the soft pop as the ring of muscle settled into place around the narrowed bottom.  Almost too much, the feeling of being filled was pleasure bordering on pain, the short stretching Derek had provided, not enough to cover the gap.

However, that was the way the precept wanted it.  He  wanted Nick to feel every little bit of what he was going to do to him.

"You may turn around."

The precept stood, fully dressed, in front of his prize, watching the way any movement, no matter how small or careful, would send a friction of pleasure through Nick's body whenever the younger man shifted.  Each jolt and nudge from the plugged ass was clearly telegraphed from those expressive green eyes; the last by a bite of his lower lip as Nick struggled to bite back a moan and settled into place.

"Very good, Nick."  The soothing tone, delivered with a proprietary thumb brushing across his lower lip set the moan free, his mouth opening enough to allow the digit to slip inside.  It was immediately sucked and nipped, the younger man now totally lost in sensation as his lover stood above him, ready to give his next order.

"I want your mouth."

Green eyes flickered up to hazel gray and the ex-SEAL groaned again, letting the thumb fall free to smear a wet trail across that mouth as Derek guided his head to the front of his slacks.  Mutely, Nick nuzzled the light material, his chin and cheek rubbing the growing hardness concealed by the wool.  His tongue darted out, teasing with soft, wet pressure, the narrow tip lapping the covered length with devoted fervor.  His mouth opening wide, teeth began to nip lightly as he glanced up at Derek's groan to find his lover's head thrown back in momentary abandon.

Those same teeth found the hidden tab of the zipper; a quick, tight grip on his hair and the metal was drawn down slowly as not to snag or bite into the sensitized flesh underneath.

Unable to use his hands, tied behind him, was frustrating and Nick finally decided to brush the material, warm from the heat of Derek's skin, away from the lean body by using his chin and cheek to part the material enough to reveal the silken boxers beneath.  He raised his eyebrows.  There he hovered hungrily before diving in, mouthing the treasure hiding beneath the dark silk through the boxers.

Reveling in the soft sounds above him, Nick quickly wrested the warm erection from the material, capturing the hard length and slowly taking it into his mouth, all the way.  His mouth pressed against the warmth of Derek's hard belly, the young ex-SEAL stilled for a moment, content and cherishing the feeling of being filled at both ends.  Imagining what he must look like, Derek's hands tangled in his hair, his own hands tied, his eyes closed, helpless, as he breathed in his scent, Derek's cock tickling the back of his throat.  

A low moan hummed around the shaft and he began to move, the hard flesh sliding in and out of his mouth as he suckled and licked, his tongue chasing the tip before diving down the underside.  Following the vein, Nick had to bend his head at an odd angle but it was worth it to get that low moan as he sucked one of Derek's balls into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue before going after the other one and delivering the same treatment.

Moving back to the hard cock, Nick again took the entire length in one quick swoop, his head bobbing up and down as he swallowed, enjoying the bitter taste of pre-cum . . .

"Enough . . ."  Derek's voice, rough and thick with desire broke through the passion induced fog, demanding Nick listen for his next instructions.  "Enough for now.  Not yet."

Releasing the hardness with great reluctance, Nick turned to rub his face into the cloth beside the rampant cock, bobbing stiffly still within reach.  Breathing in Derek's scent, his cheek pressed into the valley of a hip, Nick gloried in the feel of a hand on his head, holding him close to his lover.

---

Needing a second to recover himself, he had been too close and the night had barely started, Derek took the time to openly enjoy the sight of his lover's body, open and available to him.  

Tied with his hands behind his back, his arms bulged with the muscles that angle displayed, creating hollows and dips soft lamps highlighted and the shadows filled so nicely.  Forced to sit on his knees, legs slightly open, the rest of his body was nothing less than perfection, the strength that was so subtle during the day, now blatantly displayed in ripples and cords for his lover's pleasure.  One muscle more than all others was making it's presence known; the hard column of Nick's cock jutting up from his body, flushed rosy and leaking heavily.  His eyes shone brightly and his cheeks were flushed, his lips glinting with the precept's taste trailing from the corner of his mouth where Nick had released him.

Half dressed, his shirt untucked and his cock jutting out from where his trousers had been opened, Derek crossed the room and picked out a silken belt from another robe, and then another, returning to his lover, who had been watching every move.

His breathing returning to normal, his own body back under control, Derek trailed a scrap of silk up along his own body, wrapping briefly around his cock before moving to Nick's solid chest to dangle, dancing over shoulder and collarbone before being laid firmly and securely over that tempting mouth.  Once tied in the back, behind his head, it muffled all further speech, leaving only the expressive green eyes as a way for Nick to beg.

Through half lowered lashes, as Nick once again caught and tasted his lover's scent on the silk, those eyes telegraphed smoldering passion, need and growing lust.

The second scrap lingered in Derek's hands, twining among and around the elegant fingers as he moved, regarding his slave in satisfaction.

"So what do you think?"  The voice purred over his left shoulder.  "Should I blindfold you?"

A nervous shake of his head was the only response to the question, but it was enough.

"No?  Too much?"  A nod this time prompted a comforting touch along his cheek as Nick turned his head to look at his lover.  "All right.  I wish you could see yourself, " Derek confessed regretfully.  "So beautiful."  A hand ghosted down the other side as the precept verbally caressed the SEAL.  "So mine."

Nick bit back a smile, though the moan escaped.  So that's what this was about; not entirely, no, but the possessiveness . . . yes.  Derek was jealous.

All yours, Derek, always.  His eyes spoke the words for him and Derek understood.

Derek smiled.  "Yes."  Something occurred to him, for the hand patting his hair squeezed lightly for a moment.  "Wait here."

And with that, the precept left, leaving Nick to stare dumbfounded and confused, kneeling as he was abandoned, bound and naked . . . bound, naked and  gagged, at the foot of the older man's bed.

Conclusion

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