Stolen Time – Chapter 16
“I was surprised at your response to Amanda with a religious remark.”
“It’s just because I’ve known her for a long time. She’s been always very religious, but I thought she got over the fact that I’m gay and what that means. She is brought up in that way. Trying to defy bible would never work.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. I’ll talk to her during the week. She is my friend after all.”
“If you say so.”
The driver got in and started the car.
Tony relaxed into the back seat of the limousine and wrapped his arm around Bernard. Tony’s thick and strong arm pulled him close to his chest and rubbed his face to Bernard’s silky hair. Tony seemed like could not keep himself from Bernard. Not that he complained. The feeling was damned good. Tony’s breath, Tony’s smell, Tony’s body heat, Tony’s strength……
“Uhmmm” Bernard moaned in a bliss. Like a sleepy cat, he curved his back and mold into Tony’s body, trying to get under his skin.
“Someone’s a bit tipsy.” Tony’s voice was low and suggestive. The big hand brushed down to his belt and slipped underneath the chain reaching for his backside. There was nothing between the skins as Bernard was commando for the night.
The chain sitting on his lower hips was pulled and fastened around him as Tony’s hand moved. That possessive moves sent an electric shock through the spine. “Ahh……” One hard squeeze on the cheek was all he needed to send a wake-up call to his cock.
“I can’t wait the day you become my own, in every sense the world regulated.” He whispered at his ear and licked the earlobe. It caused a small tremor on his shoulder.
“I’m already yours.” Bernard sighed rubbing his body shamelessly to Tony’s.
“Say again.” Tony’s hand got down lower, wandering close to his crack jingling the chain, but not touching where he wanted to be touched. Bernard pushed his ass back to get Tony’s hand closer. But Tony retreated it quicker than Bernard.
“I’m yours. I’m Tony McKnight’s private property, Sir.” Bernard blew a hot breath to his skin through the fine silk. Before he knew it, he was straddling Tony’s lab grinding his hips on Tony’s. Tony thrusted up his rock hard shaft knocking Bernard’s quivering hole like fucking, but there were two layers of fabric between them. Bernard frantically moved his thighs for better angles, he felt his cock leaking ruining the most expensive suite he ever owned with the precum. The hell, he gave a fuck!
“Gosh, I need you to fuck me. It’s been too long, I can’t wait. Please Please Please Please, promise me you will bury your big cock up my ass as soon as we got home.” Bernard whimpered in frustration, he couldn’t get enough of Tony.
“You little slut.” Tony pinched the small bubble ass hard.
Bernard bit Tony’s neck right back. Tony groaned, almost like a sigh. “You know I am.” Bernard stealthily opened Tony’s fly and then his. His cock sprung out so eagerly. “I’m your whore.” He grinned and licked where he’d bitten. He left a purple mark on Tony’s neck.
“Feeling territorial?” Tony wrapped the twitching two cocks in one hand and gave a good squeeze. Bernard threw his head back, moaning at the sensation.
“I don’t like you calling Liz ‘babe’.” Half sigh, half sound, sexy as hell.
“Is that so?” Tony’s lips curved naughtily.
“Yes, it is.” Answered Bernard, not stopping thrusting into Tony’s fist.
“Do you want me to call you ‘babe’?” Tony circled his thumb on Bernard’s cock head, spreading the slippery essence over it.
“No.” Bernard couldn’t say more, just shook his head.
“What do you want me to call you?” Tony tugged the length of the chain along Bernard abs, making another jingling sound.
“You are in charge, you decide. But not ‘babe’.”
Tony’s hand were getting faster, the grip had gotten more tightened. Bernard whined and moaned looking for release. With the other hand, Tony unbuckled Bernard’s belt, loosening the waist, then slipped into his backside.
“Gosh. You are gonna make me come in two seconds.” Tony’s thick finger hit home, curled inside, found his prostate in one smooth motion. Tony knew what he exactly was doing.
“Hmmm……” Bernard bit his lip hard not to scream. He was pretty much gone, but didn’t forget they were still in the car moving, the driver was still there in earshot.
“You are even tighter than before. So hot.” Tony’s finger stirring him from inside, driving him totally crazy. He was still hearing the traffic outside, the hooting sound, the gear shifting vibration, everything, but really, couldn’t care less if a bomb went off next to them. This big guy, Tony had all the control, he didn’t even got a rough breath. All was in his hand, and that made him totally oblivious to the world.
The white light blinded his sight, and he threw his head back until his torso was the shape of a bow. This time he failed to suppress the scream, no, he didn’t even try. The ecstasy shot through his body, as he came so hard, the white ribbon reached Tony’s chin.
“Fuuuuck!” He kept on coming, unbelievably so. His cock was rubbing against Tony’s in Tony’s fist, slick with precum from the both cock, then another tsunami of ecstasy swept him totally over, he shook like a rag doll in a tornado, kept on coming, screaming, grabbing on tony’s shoulders for dear life. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t see anything, only feeling Tony’s finger inside him, his hand jerking him through the sensual overload.
When finally it slowed down, he collapsed on Tony as he was, breathing like he just finished a full marathon. Tony patted him on the bum and sprinkled soft kisses on his temple.
“You are mine. Every bit of it.”
Bernard made a tiny move something like a nod.
As Bernard demanded, the moment the elevator door closed, Tony set him hands and knees right there in the foyer. “Put your head down, on the floor,” he said. “Clasp your hands, firmly, behind the back of your neck.”
“Yes, Sir,” Bernard moaned. Tony was then behind him. He put his hands, under Bernard’s arms, on his pectoralis, sweetly and firmly. Then Tony moved his hands, caressing Bernard’s flanks. His head was down like a good docile slave. His fingers were tangled together, behind the back of his neck. He touched the chain around his neck. He belonged to Tony. His body was sore, from the earlier orgasm, that his master allowed him to have. His knees hurt, from the hard marble floor of the foyer.
“Please, Sir,” He begged.
“You in that position are so pretty,” Tony remarked.
“Oh!” He cried at the sudden invasion. “Augh!”
“You have such a lovely ass,” he said.
“Oh gwad!” He shouted.
“Take me,” He said.
Then Tony took him hard and mercilessly. Bernard collapsed flat while Tony was fucking him, but Tony didn’t stop, nailed him hard into the floor. Just before he came, he drew the cock out entirely and took off the condom, grabbed Bernard’s long hair. Pulling him off the floor, Tony shoot his load all over Bernard’s face. The animalistic growl and the scent of Tony’s semen alone could have made Bernard come if he hadn’t so utterly emptied his balls earlier. Tony rolled on his back next to him, wholly spent. They were still mostly dressed except for the pants hung on the knees.
“I don’t care how many tests we need to take, we will do it and eventually get rid of these condoms.” Tony’s rumbled. It was rare to hear him complaining about something. Bernard chuckled and rolled to the side.
“Up for a bathe?”
“Sounds good.” Tony looked very lazy. Like a satisfied lion after a meal.
“I’ll run the bath.” He pecked a kiss on his cheek and got up. He ran the bathe with some scented bath salt and lots of bubble gel. When the bath turned into a giant cotton candy, Tony entered, naked. With no modesty, his elongated cock laid between his thighs, proudly.
“You will have fun to explain the stains on our suit to the dry cleaner.” Tony said getting in to the huge bathtub. Bernard followed in, sat down at the opposite end of the bath. He wanted to face Tony.
“Oh, I’m sure, how about yogurt? We spilled yogurt!”
Tony laughed out loud.
“You are creative, Bernard.” He shook his head still grinning like a goof. Barnard smiled too despite himself.
“You are quite different to the stereotype doms. You know. You don’t ask me to do any of chores, and not being really strict in terms of appellation. Not that I’m complaining, I’m not good at chores anyway.”
Tony leaned back, relaxing.
“Actually I thought about sending you to some cooking class ‘cause I enjoy home cooked meals. But I found also cooking with you is fun regardless how it turns out. And I definitely need you to be sexually submissive, besides that, I don’t need a validation to know that I’m in charge.” Confidence was in every Tony’s words. Bernard couldn’t help but wonder what it took a person like him, a natural dominant, to share control of his life with someone else for an exchange of something enormously dear to him.
“You gave up your mom’s estate for me, that you had kept all along putting up with Marcus’ tyranny over your life.” Bernard blurted out.
“Liz told you that?” He didn’t sound upset at all just a bit stiffened.
“It was an accident. She thought I knew.”
“I didn’t tell you because I knew if I told you, you would have beat yourself over it.”
“Yes, I would, but more than anything, I don’t want to be left out.”
“Alright, dear.” That earned him a ball of foam on the eyebrows. He swept it off, grinning. “Why don’t you come over here, sit on my lab?”
“You mean on your cock? I don’t think my ass is up for a second round anytime soon. It’s pretty well used. Besides, I like looking at you. You are somethin’ to look at.”
“You are getting bold, and I like it.”
“I’ve learned from the best.” Bernard snickered, “Tell me about your childhood, I want to know.”
Tony suddenly fell deep in thought. Thinking hard about something, maybe Leslie, his mother.
“I don’t know my biological parents, I was left at the doorstep of some orphan’s home in Scotland.” Tony, without exception, said so matter-of-factly. Like telling someone else’s story. Bernard noticed that Tony being like this especially when he talked about his past. “If I remember correctly I had been moved from here to there quite a few times as a kid. If you reached a certain age not being adopted, they send you to other facility that accommodates order kids. After five years old, it becomes pretty certain that you will not be adopted. Then I met Leslie when I just turned ten, at the fundraiser in the orphanage I stayed at that time. There was always a program or two in that kind of event that all the children have to sing or dance or play for entertaining the contributors, hence show them how grateful we are.”
“You hated it.”
“Hated enough to hid outside in the middle of December without a coat. Not that I had a decent coat at that time anyway. Do you know how cold in Highlands on December?” Tony shook his head. “If you stay outside long enough, I kid you not, you can feel frost forming in your eyes every time you move the eyeball.
“Leslie was late to the event that day. When she was getting off the car, I thought I saw an angel from heaven. She was so beautiful and had this benevolent smile on her face. She saw me hiding in the corner of the parking lot, then instead going into the venue, she came to me, and took me into the car. Temperature wise it was warm, but what really warmed me was Leslie. She talked to me all kinds of things, touched my frozen hands, blew hot breath to warm it, rubbed it between her bony hands, brushed my unruly hair, untangled the locks.” Listening him describing Leslie tightened Bernard’s chest. He could feel how much Tony loved her, how much he missed her.
“It was the first motherly touch I ever had felt. We stayed in her car the whole evening. After that night, she came to see me often. Sometimes she helped my coursework, sometimes she took me out to her house, taught me riding a horse, even sometimes I just watched her knitting the whole day. I was never bored with her. I still don’t know what she saw in me, but she also enjoyed having me around. Then she and Marcus adopted me just before my eleventh birthday, the day my name changed to McKnight, I saw Marcus for the first time in my life. They were not living together as Leslie was living in Highlands, Marcus was mainly in London. He used to come up once every month.
“Their marriage was strictly business like. She was the only child and the heir of a very worthy Scottish nobleman. But she was born with a defeated heart, because of that she’d been in the hospital in and out for her whole life, she wasn’t even allowed to pregnant due to her heart condition. When Leslie’s father was diagnosed with cancer, the most worrying thing for the man was his daughter’s future. So the marriage was arranged. Marcus was one of his investment bankers at the time. They got married in a haste and a couple of months later the man died. Marcus wanted Leslie to move to London with him, but Leslie didn’t want to leave the place she spent her whole life. That’s how the separation started.
“Anyhow, I didn’t care for Marcus from the beginning, even though I got his surname and officially his son. We didn’t really interact. When Marcus was in the house, I usually spent the most of my time with the horses in the stable. Leslie and I were so happy. I loved her, she loved me very much. She wanted me to be a good student, so I studied very hard. She loved coffee, so I became a barrister for her. One day I found her watching TV with such awing eyes, it was an Olympic game, the 400-meter freestyle final. She was not allowed to swim in entire her life, you see. I asked her to build a swimming pool at the back of the house. I think that was my first time I asked her for something. She was thrilled. I learned to swim for her. I won many local competitions, I really wanted to make her proud. She loved watching me swimming. Just like you did.”
“I still do.”
“When I turned fourteen, she became very ill. I never went out with friends, and stopped riding a horse. Because, the most of time, she couldn’t even go out in the garden to watch me ridding. I stayed with her all the time. She was worried about me not having a girlfriend, while herself was dying everyday!” Tony shook his head incredulous. “Then I asked her, what if I would bring a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. I didn’t know I would be attracted to boys back then, I was just joking. But she said, it doesn’t matter, as long as I love someone and be happy. So I know now, she would be happy for me if she were here.”
Bernard moved crossed the bath, straddling his thighs, hugging Tony’s neck. Tony brushed his spine up and down repeatedly.
“She was too sick to set her will even. So after she died, everything went to Marcus including the house. I was devastated when I found out that Marcus was planning to turn the estate to his private hunting lodge. I begged him not to, I would do anything for him. The house was everything I had left of Leslie. So I bridled myself and gave the leash to Marcus. I was clever and useful to him in many ways. When I told him that I was getting married to Liz, he laughed. He said it wouldn’t work, because I’m gay. I denied it, but I guess he was right. Maybe that was one of the reasons why Liz and I didn’t work out. Considering how right I feel with you.” Bernard kissed on his jaw in respond. He felt the same. Every Time his skin met Tony’s, he felt completed, whole. And as soon as they were parted, he became longing for Tony.
“How did Marcus found out that you were attracted to men?”
“Because himself is gay. You see, the marriage between Leslie and him was not only for Leslie’s sake but for his benefit, as well. It provided him the perfect cover. I was wondering Leslie’s father knew about Marcus, but I think it’s safe to say he did.” Bernard nodded.
“Have you ever, I mean did he, um, I know it sounds obscene…….” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. Instead, he chewed on the inside of the cheek. But Tony answered anyway.
“He taught me how to have sex with men. And he was my exclusive partner until my fresher year in college. Liz doesn’t know. I have never told anyone about it.”
“Jesus Tony.” In some level, Bernard was expecting something shocking like their sexual encounter or Marcus had come on to him once or twice, but not as horrible as the truth. Tony, in the other hand, informed him so calmly. Bernard pulled back himself and looked at him. His face was impassive. He could read nothing. Bernard hugged him tightly.
“You don’t need to feel so bad about it, you know. No big deal. It’s not like I’m even remotely related to him or anything.”
“You idiot, I just want to hug you.” A pathetic excuse, he thought.
“I don’t know about South Africa, but in Scotland, I was legal at least. The age of consent is 16.” Said Tony, as if it was compensating any of wrongness of what Marcus had done to him.
Bernard sat up straight and firmly said, “No, Tony, it was wrong and terribly unfair for you. He took advantage of you when you were vulnerable and barely out of puberty. He was what? At his forties? Don’t even think about down playing it. It was dirty, unethical thing to do. You were his son for god’s sake! Blood related or not.” The foam in the bath almost died down. The water got lukewarm. Tony tightened his hold of Bernard.
“I did what I had to do at that time for keeping the house. That was my end of the deal as much as Marcus’ deal was leaving the house alone.” Bernard was hurting in the chest for how Tony said it like a business deal. Forced into selling his youth and innocence and severed the pervert.
“I’m not judging you Tony, I never would! Just I’m so raged at Marcus and the fact that there was no one to protect you.” He clenched his fists hard.
“It didn’t need a protection. It was my choice and yes, I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t like what you think. I don’t have a childhood trauma from it, and I wasn’t sexually abused if that’s what you are worried about. If anything, it gave me a chance to exploring myself. My sexuality, what I craved and not, what my body was capable of.” Tony spat out irritably, pacing the room.
“Why did it end?” Bernard blocked his path and jerked Tony’s arm.
“Because I of my tendency to dominate.”
“What you mean?”
“He was not practicing the lifestyle, but definitely has a tendency of dominant. And I could not beat to be controlled. It’s not in me, and he realised that I’m my own man and not to be dominated when I went off to college.
“Though, the conflict between him and I is a different issue. He just never has fully let me go on my own. He is a control freak and even after the deal was sealed and done, he wouldn’t let go of the control he had over my life.”
Bernard bumped his forehead to Tony’s shoulder. His heart was breaking for Tony. He kept on referring it as ‘deal’. A deal to save what’s left of his mother, a deal that exploited his youth and innocence for the evil who should have been his father figure.
Bernard rubbed his flank up and down. His whole heart was mourning for him, the sixteen years old boy Tony had once been. I will protect you, Bernard thought. He would make home for him, it might not as warm and dear as Leslie’s home, but he would give his best try.
“We are so alike, aren’t we?” Said Tony brushing Bernard’s hair, calmed down. Bernard knew what exactly Tony was referring to. As keeping Jacob alive was his life mission, saving a part of Leslie was Tony’s. And the both were unattainable dreams. Jacob had been dying with the incurable diseases, Leslie’s house was already Marcus’ private property. But they did their dumbest, sacrificed everything they had got at the time.
Bernard nodded. But there might still be some way to make Tony’s mission true. Bernard had to try, finding a way, with Tony or not.
They got out of the cold bath. Bernard got a tower before Tony reached it and patted the water down Tony’s incredible body. Tony chased after Bernard’s every move with unmistakable love in his eyes. When Tony’s body was dried enough, Bernard draped the white terry cloth bathrobe on Tony’s back. Then quickly and efficiently, and with much less effort, repeated the same thing for himself. Tony pulled him to his side, close and tight, walked to the bedroom. Bernard just melted into Tony’s hard body.
“I want to keep our relationship private. I don’t want to make a big announcement in the company.”
“And why is that?”
“It will come out eventually, we don’t need to accelerate the flow.”
“I don’t like the idea.”
“Please Tony, do it for me. I’m not asking you to lie. Just promise me you won’t make any official announcement.”
There was a long pause on Tony. He waddled with Bernard in his arms considering options.
“If I do that for you, you do this for me.”
“Meet this psychiatrist.” Bernard pushed back distancing himself from Tony.
“I don’t need a psychiatrist!” Tony grabbed his upper arms, pulled him again, but Bernard planted his feet on the floor and refused to move. The image of earlier Tony talking to Victor for very long and serious hit his mind. They were plotting this!
“Yes, you need. I don’t know you can remember it. But you were not breathing for almost two minutes. Could you just calm the fuck down and imagine how I felt? Looking at you in my arms, not moving not breathing, not having a fucking clue what’s happening to you?”
Bernard swallowed hard. That description sent him right back of the mind, the memory he buried so deep, the moment he dredged Jacob’s body from the bathtub; confusion, denial, despair, then grief. It was all familiar he didn’t need to try hard to imagine.
“I want you to open your mind and deal with what happened with Jacob, what happen to you. You may never get over it, but I don’t want you to have another panic attack like that every time I make you happy because you don’t think you deserve it. I’m planning to make you very very happy and often.” Tony, like always, said the right thing to reach his heart, deeply.
“You are full of shit.” Bernard rumbled half heartedly.
“Try a romanticist.” Tony shrugged once.
“I will meet this doctor, but I can’t promise anything.”
“Would you be terribly offended if I take the ring off in the office?”
“That’s what I thought.”
My apologies for terribly long silence..
ummmm….. thanks… (running away=====3)