A Cold Farewell

by Thralni

[AU] One fateful evening, distracted by a beautiful young native by the name of Jacob, and everything had gone wrong. Suddenly Edward finds himself without a family, out on the streets, alone and in the frigid cold of a new winter. Now, he needs to pick up the pieces of a shattered life - with or without Jacob. Slash. Warnings inside.

12. Enter My Lair

A/N: This chapter contains a lot of explicit BDSM sex. If you don't like that, don't read it and skip down to the line instead.

Thanks to Lineia and dantemalfoy for providing comments!

Warnings: Lots of highly explicit gay kinky/BDSM sex, drama

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Chapter 12: Enter my Lair

Brad drove down the sandy path that led into the reservation. By now it was dark, and the murky lights of the few streetlights that lined the sandy road were hardly adequate to light it. Brad therefore drove slowly and cautiously, which served to frustrate his teenage companions.

Sitting in the back seat, they had been eyeing each other hungrily for the first two or three minutes. Soon they had started playing mischievously with each other's clothing, unbuttoning shirts, and fooling around with underwear and pants as they felt each other up.

When, however, Brad heard a zipper being pulled open slowly but steadily, he had to intervene. He had adjusted his driving mirror to get a look of what was happening in the back of the car. When he saw hands snaking down pants, and biceps and triceps flexing and relaxing interchangeably, he loudly bellowed "No sex in my car guys!" The two in the back groaned in annoyance, but stopped the quiet hand jobs until they arrived at their destination. They did hug and kiss every so often, but it hardly satisfied their actual needs.

Now they were on that sandy path, driving horribly slowly. Edward had been hard since they had started driving. Before they had entered the car at the hospital he had already sported a proud semi, but as he found himself next to the muscular native and they had started horsing around, he had gotten hard quite quickly. When he had finally whispered into Jacob's ear to give him – then and there – a good hand job, his erection had become painful.

And then Brad had commanded them to stop, leaving Edward in quite a predicament: painfully hard and leaking. He ached to order Jacob to keep going, just to relieve the pressure a little bit, but he didn't dare going against Brad's reprimand. Suffice to say, he hated being subjected to Brad's "no sex in the car restriction" restriction. He had to remain in control. Submitting to somebody else's power really was not his cup of tea….

The never-ending drive down the sandy road did eventually come to an end. Edward thanked Brad heartily, and so did Jacob, for being with them all that time. Brad became a bit teary-eyed as he watched the two scamper off to Jacob's home – a small, red hut with a white door built in a small extension.

As the two stepped away from the car, tugging on each other, embracing each other kissing and fooling around, they heard how Brad set the car into motion and drove off. Then Edward stood face to face with the red hut. He slowed his pace.

"Jacob, is this your home?" He asked cautiously. His words were fraught with an increasing uncertainty. Jacob had slowed together with Edward, and looked at Edward with a modicum of surprise. "Yes it is, why? I know it's not much but –" Edward cut him off.

"No, no, it's fine, it's not that. It's just that, when I came here last time, out of that house came a man in a wheelchair. He basically yelled at me to piss off." He looked at Jacob as he spoke, frowning and his mouth in a twist of worry. Jacob was a bit unsure of what to say, so he went for reassurance: "Yeah, my dad doesn't like the Cullens. He's not home now though, the elders have a meeting tonight. Whenever you do meet him, I'll be there, by your side, and we'll explain. Remember what you did to your father: there are several witnesses. I'm sure my father will love you for what you did tonight."

Jacob's pep talk helped. Edward smiled broadly as he looked at Jacob. "You have a talent of knowing what to say, you know that? First at the diner and now here." He stroked Jacob's cheek lovingly in the faint light of one of the sandy road's streetlights, after which they shared a gentle kiss.

They continued their walk to Jacob's house, embracing each other. At the door, Jacob pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, gaining them entrance into Jacob's home. They stepped inside casually, Jacob leading the way.

It was dark in the house, and somewhere a clock was ticking loudly. The two teenagers didn't hear it. As soon as they were inside, time stopped. Edward closed the door with a bang, and they found themselves in the privacy of the red house. Edward lurched towards Jacob and they connected in a passionate kiss.

They stood in place for what felt like an eternity, kissing lovingly, feeling each other up. The cold leather of Jacob's torn jacket made Edward hard again after his erection had started to wane towards the end of the car ride. Still kissing, he drew Jacob closer against him and made a point out of poking Jacob's groin with his hard dick. When he did so, he felt Jacob reciprocated his arousal and he smiled inwardly.

For Edward, it started to become unbearable very quickly. All the kissing, the feeling, the touching… everything was too damn nice. Deep inside him he felt how his animal stirred in the darkness. It growled threateningly and stretched its limbs, yawning before huffing loudly and getting on its feet.

Edward's beast had re-awakened.

Spurred by primitive feelings churning deep inside him, his sight coloured red with lust and passionate aggression as he felt Jacob against him. The warmth of his hot, taut body released a maddening drive that spun his thoughts into a whirlwind that had him enter a blood-red frenzy of desire. He felt like a bull being confronted with a red sheet, waved in front of him provocatively by a toreador. Edward snapped as a hunger for Jacob's body overwhelmed his sense of logic, turned his brain to mush and had his heart hammer violently in his ribcage.

Like the bull, he charged with feverish resolve.

He thrust his tongue in Jacob's mouth aggressively, overwhelming Jacob in the process.

He leaned into him heavily so as to push him backwards with increasing force, slamming Jacob into the wall, at which point he broke off the kissing and pinned Jacob's chest down with his arm and elbow.

For a moment he stared at Jacob with an intense, animalistic hunger that flashed in Edward's eyes like a thunderstorm; it made Jacob shudder, but Jacob's mouth was curled into a delighted grin. In turn, a near-friendly tinge made Edward's eyes, filled with frenzy, sparkle when he saw how his prey enjoyed the attention, but it reverted to its initial wickedness almost instantaneously. He plunged his mouth back onto Jacob's and they resumed their rough kissing.

Sensing how his dominance made Jacob hornier by the second, Edward positioned one of his legs confidently in between Jacob's, prying them apart. Jacob complied immediately, giving Edward's leg full access. He then lifted his knee so that it landed in Jacob's groin, pressurizing Jacob's balls. Jacob moaned intensely at the sensation of being handled roughly liked that; at the sensation of his crown jewels being under such direct threat. He snaked his arms around Edward's back, and pulled Edward close against him so that their hard dicks touched, grinding against each other through the fabric of their pants. They both moaned in pleasure with the mounting excitement.

As their arousal further increased, Edward backed away slightly from Jacob, commanding him: "Take that coat off." He spoke with stifling authority. Jacob rushed to free himself of the torn leather jacket, while Edward started unbuttoning his shirt. Jacob followed suit on that one, and soon they were both shirtless. Hands stroked naked backs and groped hair in a continually increasing frenzy of touching and kissing, which only ended when Edward took a rough grip of Jacob's messed-up haircut and pulled his head sideways. Jacob squealed lightly at the twinge of pain coming from the crown of his hair, combined with the threat at his balls. His squeal turned into moaning, however, when Edward moved from Jacob's mouth to Jacob's neck. He gently sucked and kissed, throwing in a gentle bite now and then.

So he made his way down Jacob's muscular neck, and when he reached his shoulder, he went up again. On his next way down, however, he was a lot more ferocious: he sunk his teeth into Jacob's proud, muscular neck, making Jacob whine with the sudden evocation of pain. Edward could feel how Jacob took a stronger hold of his back, and how his fingers buried themselves in Edward's skin. The idea of hurting Jacob like that made Edward feel surprisingly good, though; his hard cock twitched with delight, painfully grinding itself against the unforgivingly tight fabric of his underwear.

I need to get those pants off, Edward thought to himself, while releasing Jacob's neck from the stinging embrace of his teeth. Jacob relaxed noticeably in response, whispering a soft "Oh Edward" as his fingers loosened around Edward's back. Edward wasn't quite done yet however, and took another bite lower down Jacob's neck, eliciting a yelp from Jacob and a strained whining. Again Jacob's fingers started digging into Edward's flesh.

"Be careful with him, will you? For both your sakes."

Brad's words echoed in Edward's mind as he took bite after bite from Jacob's manly neck. He felt how the powerful muscles briefly spasmed, relaxed and tensed under his hot breath and sharp teeth. Edward was in control here; only he could make those muscles twinge with pain, and he loved every second of it. So did Jacob, if the wet spot that had formed through his underwear and on his pants was any indication. Edward had seen it throughout the biting and had smiled inwardly: he had been hoping that Jacob was into pain.

Finally, Edward stopped assaulting Jacob's neck, which was now an angry red. He briefly looked Jacob over while he stared back at Edward. He couldn't quite make out if Jacob was smiling or not; he seemed pleased, but frightened at the same time. Had he gone to hard on him? Maybe he ought to be gentler…. He huffed. Time to get this into a more horizontal position.

"Your room…" Edward panted. They were broth breathing deeply, their chests heaving with excitement. Jacob grinned happily and motioned with his head further into the house, which was completely dark.

Edward felt a pang of nervousness as he eyed the shrouding darkness. He was about to enter a dark, wild animal's lair. He wasn't left much time to think however, as Jacob had grabbed a hold of his hand and was leading him further inward – further into the darkness and further into the animal's lair. Jacob looked back at Edward as they paced through what seemed like a medium-sized kitchen.

Right then Edward realized it: the only lair that he was entering was his own lair, and he felt how his inner beast proudly roared in defiance of its bonds. It was his beast that would be set free tonight, in this house. The whole village would hear the proud growl of his animal as it lurched out of its cage, to sink its teeth and claws in his prey: Jacob.

Edward smiled calmly as the fantasies started up again. His face lighted up and his grin became wider and wider, baring his teeth when finally Jacob pushed against a door. Jacob briefly disconnected, rushed inside to switch a small desk lamp on, and then promptly returned to Edward to guide him further inside. When they were both inside, Jacob closed the door with a bang and locked it. He didn't re-join Edward, however: he leaned against the door in all his masculine splendour, hiding in Edward's shadow that was cast on him by the desk lamp.

Edward stood in the room, shirtless, glancing around as if he were a Roman gladiator surveying the Colosseum. As he inspected his surroundings, he turned his torso until he stood face to face with Jacob. Jacob was smirking, an eyebrow pulled up ever so slightly. Edward felt like he was being mocked, and being the Dominant he was, he couldn't let that go on for too long. His animal bared its teeth threateningly, and he felt inclined to do the same.

He glanced over the boy that so casually leaned against the bedroom door. The beautiful, hairless pectorals that adorned a robust set of abdominal muscles were as gorgeous as he had remembered it: he had not idealized his victim's body even one bit in even his most fantastic of fantasies. He could feel how saliva collected in his mouth and he furiously licked his lips in response. Jacob grinned in reply to that, inviting Edward forward with his glimmering eyes.

"God, you are beautiful…" Edward whispered huskily, and slowly started stepping in the direction of Jacob. With every step Edward took towards the boy, the shadow he cast on him grew bigger, and his dick grew harder. Soon Jacob was enveloped entirely in the growing darkness of Edward's shadow; he looked small and fragile compared to the size of it. It caused Edward to smile: the symbolism in it all hadn't escaped him, as he continued stepping toward Jacob.

Even as his dominant demeanour craved to cause at least some pain to the beautiful man in front of him, he couldn't do but get terribly anxious at the same time. Here he was, in Jacob's room, with the guy he had craved so fiercely since that summer day where he had seen him ride that rickety bike down the streets of Forks. His legs started trembling and cold sweat broke out, making his forehead shine. After two weeks, they were reunited again. How endless had those two weeks seemed… All the hurt that had piled up over months that had him nearly crush down into oblivion; how difficult had it been to climb back out of that pit. So much had happened that it felt like he was a different person. A person with a different set of morals, ethics, ideas, cravings and desires. One of them stood right in front him, and god how he had longer for that one. Finally, after all that time, he was where he wanted to be.

Finally he stood right in front of Jacob.

Finally he reached for Jacob with trembling hands.

Finally he took a firm grip of his voluminous shoulders.

Finally he embraced him in a tight hug and poured all the warmth of his love into him.

Finally he felt relaxed. Happy. Calm.

Jacob reciprocated Edward's every move. Their breathing synchronized and deepened to a quiet, relaxed rate. In that tight embrace, Edward felt truly loved. An urge to cry forced itself upon him, but he withstood it. As their hug loosened, they both leaned back a bit so that they could look at each other in the eyes. Jacob's eyes glimmered with loving passion; Edward's were wet with happiness.

They stood immoveable for what seemed like eternity, taking up each other's gazes, drowning in the pools that were their eyes. They both smiled a gentle smile, a loving warmth radiating from their face. A satisfied silence engulfed them.

"I'm so happy to be here, you have no idea," Edward finally whispered calmly after a deep sigh. Jacob nodded quietly while his smile widened into a grin that bared his teeth.

Still blindingly white, Edward thought as he saw Jacob's teeth. He moved one of his hands to grab Jacob's neck, and massaged it quietly. His inner beast had calmed down, and he was enjoying the gentle affection that he had missed so much in his life. Jacob closed his eyes, moaning lowly at Edward's quiet touch. His grin disappeared and turned into a quiet expression of satisfaction.

He became weak and lifeless in Edward's hands, the sensation in his neck making Jacob go almost limp with intimate bliss. He leaned into Edward's embrace so that their foreheads touched. In response, Edward tightened his embrace and started to lightly scratch Jacob's back with his free hand. Jacob moaned in turn, letting his head fall down onto Edward's shoulder. His breathing had become a bit faster; Edward merely sighed deeply at how calm and relaxed he felt. He couldn't remember feeling so one with himself and his environment; so one with another person.

In that feeling of unity, his animal re-awoke. A guzzling longing for more and the helpless boy leaning against him turned him on. His erection had slightly waned in the last ten minutes, but it was promptly reawakened at the thought of what he could do next.

"Ready for more?" Edward whispered cheekily into Jacob's ear. Jacob responded with a calm sigh, and lifted his head with a smile. "Always, Edward." He replied, and his smile broadened further.

Edward grinned. "Well then."

He rotated his torso, dragging Jacob along with him, and stepping towards the bed. He plummeted forward so that they both ended up on it, Jacob on his back and Edward on top, now eyeing him as hungrily as before. The look on Edward's face had truly reverted to a devilish pleasure that Jacob could remember from two weeks ago. The threat in Edward's eyes made him completely hard, and he gulped.

"Wait, Ed…" he suddenly interjected. Edward looked a bit surprised. "What? I thought you were ready…"

Jacob nodded. "I am, but…" His face turned red. "I bought some toys a few days ago. I got curious about BDSM and wanted to try some stuff out… I just thought you might want to take a peak?"

Edward huffed as he considered the words. Jacob looked rather ashamed of himself, his face all red like that. Edward couldn't do but feel respectful for how quickly Jacob had adopted his submissive tendencies and had acted on them, and he smiled warmly.

"Sure, show me what you've got. Toys will only make it hotter." He spoke as he got off Jacob's thighs and went to sit on the bed.

Jacob grinned boyishly and sprang up, ran to his desk and opened a drawer. He took out a plastic box. Already could Edward hear the rattle of chains inside, making him infinitely curious to all the stuff that he could subject the boy too now that the toys came into play.

He stood up and joined Jacob at his desk. Jacob had started pulling out all the stuff he had, including a nipple chain, a fairly large butt plug, an even bigger dildo, a ball of firm-looking, natural rope, a ball gag, some cock rings in various sizes, a blindfold and a heap of clothespins. Finally Jacob reached over the desk and reached for an aluminium pipe, about one centimetre in diameter, and lay it down next to the other toys.

"This is it." He spoke, and looked at Edward with a hopeful smile. Edward couldn't help himself: he grinned from ear to ear.

"You like all this stuff?" he asked Jacob, who nodded furiously. "Yeah I do… At least, I wasn't very successful in hitting or binding myself. I was hoping you would do that." He said somewhat submissively, ducking Edward's gaze as his cheeks became almost vermillion.

Edward patted Jacob's back. "No reason to be ashamed, Jake. It's quite amazing that you bought this stuff already so quickly, and I'll gladly use your toys on you." He smiled pleasantly and waited for Jacob to meet his gaze. He didn't have to wait long: as he spoke the words Jacob was quick to lift his head and lock his eyes onto Edward's. He beamed meekly.

Edward sighed a low moan, whispering "Oh yeah, these toys are perfect." Jacob swallowed harshly as he realized how the toys set off Edward. He could already imagine what kind of painful ideas were concocted in that sadistic mind of his….

"Subject me to all your fantasies, Ed… you know how much I need you to do it!"

His plea had become near begging, so that Edward's feral grin re-appeared. He gripped Jacob's shoulders and leaned in nice and close, whispering: "You bet I will, and you will curse the moment you asked me to do so."

Now Edward took definite control.

"Turn around." He commanded. The sudden authority in his voice caused Jacob to slip into submission pretty much instantly, and he obeyed the command without hesitation. Edward took hold of Jacob's hands and folded them behind his back, tying them firmly, though he took care not to hurt Jacob – yet.

"Turn around again to face me." Edward once again demanded, and once again Jacob complied. He kept his head down almost instinctively, though Edward grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, to stare him in the face properly. Jacob's expression had quite dramatically changed: he wasn't beaming anymore. What was left was a quiet, weak smile; the kind of stoic calmness that imbues the expression of prisoners that have completely come to terms with and accepted their fate, knowing full-well what is going to happen. A calm and relaxed, almost blank radiance emanated from Jacob.

"You're liking this, don't you?" Edward asked calmly though sharply. Jacob nodded slowly as his smile broadened a bit, but quickly fell back to what it was just before.

"You want me to use you?" Edward asked in a commanding tone. "Like a dog?"

Again Jacob nodded. Edward noticed how a glimmer of hopeful expectation struck Jacob's eyes at that question, reassuring him that indeed this was what Jacob wanted.

"Good. Before we continue, promise me that you'll tell me when the pain is too much, or when you don't like what I'm doing. I'll stop immediately, yes?" Jacob nodded; his smile broadened and this time it stayed wide. Edward let loose of Jacob's hair.

"I trust you Edward, to give me what I want." Jacob bowed his head down in respect of Edward's control and authority, as if to further make clear that he accepted all that was going to happen. When he lifted his head again, Edward noticed a changed expression in Jacob's eyes: he discovered trust, a glimmer of confidentiality, openness and honesty. Jacob's eyes were filled with the warmth that you know from a puppy that looks at you expecting nothing but love. This pet-like look betrayed Jacob's relaxed and calm state of mind in the hands of Edward.

For Edward this was slightly weird, as he hadn't expected Jacob to become so peaceful in his presence this quickly. He looked Jacob over, cupping Jacob's chin. He took a firmer hold and guided their mouths together, so that they could share a deep, passionate kiss. He withdrew, pushing Jacob's chin back a tad more forcefully than Jacob would have thought, and immediately sunk his teeth into Jacob's neck again. Jacob yelped and squealed as the pain blinded his sight for a moment – Edward made a point out of grinding the thin skin between his teeth.

Edward sighed deeply once he let go and looked Jacob over. "You have way too many clothes on you, my boy." And he stared down at Jacob's pants disapprovingly. Jacob nodded. "Yes, I agree." Edward's gaze shot back up to meet Jacob's glance.

"It's 'sir' for you." Edward retorted sharply. "Repeat what you just said, but now show me the respect I deserve." Jacob was slightly taken aback by the sudden change in Edward's demeanour, and he gulped lightly, after which he spoke: "I'm sorry, sir. I meant to say: 'Yes, I agree, sir'." Edward nodded in approval. "Good. You're a quick learner, it would seem."

Edward crouched down and fumbled with the buttons of Edward's pants. Fortunately he quickly had them open, and soon Jacob's pants and underwear were down on his knees. His hard cock jutted out, and was flailing about merrily. Edward looked at it with a smirk, making it bob up and down by pressing down on the cockhead with his thumb. It elicited a strained moan from Jacob who was trying to deal with both the powerful sensations of bliss emanating from his dick, and the twinge of pain he felt every time his dick was forced downward. He was compelled to bend down over together with his dick, and as a matter of fact that's exactly what he had tried, but a slap on his arse and a command of Edward had made it clear to him that he was only allowed to move when Edward told him so. Edward's already wide smirk broadened even more.

"Get on your knees."

Jacob gratefully complied, happy to be relieved from the assault on his dick. He quickly plummeted down and watched how Edward opened the zipper of his pants right in front of his face. He looked up at Edward with a smile, which quickly evaporated when he saw the harsh, stern expression on Edward's face. Though neither harsh nor stern were the right words: he looked positively terrifying. His eyes shot lightning, and the corners of his mouth were curled in a weak smile – a smile that contrasted horrifically with the outright icy edge of his stare. Jacob noticeably shuddered as a pang of fright lurched at his stomach, causing Edward's evil smirk to widen.

"Now, start sucking."

Edward had pulled his pants and underwear down only ever so slightly – just enough for his pale cock to jut out of his pants. Jacob immediately refocused his attention on the throbbing limb and took it in his mouth, embracing it with damp warmth. Edward moaned in appreciation.

"You're doing a good job down there, my boy." Edward let out in-between moans of pleasure. He lurched his head back and stretched his arms, folding them behind his head while the young boy had started to ferociously move up and down Edward's shaft with increasing speed, flicking his tongue at his dickhead every now and then.

Let's see how fast he can go, Edward decided. He gripped Jacob's hair firmly and started moving his head along. Soon Jacob started whimpering lowly, and his expression had turned into somewhat of a grimace. Edward watched down on him with a pleased sneer. As the speed increased and Jacob's warm mouth became sore, so did the tingling, burning sensation in Edward's loins grow. This felt just perfect, and Jacob's tongue technique was certainly something to remember! Even at this speed, Jacob managed to stroke Edward's dickhead now and then with the wetness in his mouth that playfully danced around Edward's pulsating cock.

Enough for now.

As he moved Jacob back up his shaft, he let loose and flung Jacob back, so that he ended up on his back, yelping and groaning as he hit the floor. Edward stood in front of the desk lamp behind him, so that it cast a long shadow down on the squiggling worm that lay before him. Edward smirked at the dramatic effect and took the gag and blindfold and put them on Jacob.

What was supposed to be a "Thank you, sir." came out rather muffled because of the ball gag, though a pleased undertone could certainly be discerned. He was now lying on his back as his dick bobbed up and down with crouched in front of his cock and balls, parting his legs as he sat down between them. Jacob's face turned tense at that point, probably expecting what was going to happen.

Indeed: Jacob jumped when Edward gripped his sac above his balls, and pulled them down slightly, stretching it. Jacob sighed and moaned, pleased with how his expectation of severe pain had turned into pleasure.

"Don't be relieved so soon, my boy. The fact that I don't deal pain doesn't mean I will provide pleasure." Jacob instantly tensed up again at the threat. He was biting his lower lip, waiting for the pain to start again.

It didn't come. Instead, bliss came: Edward started stroking Jacob's dick lovingly, jerking him off with slow and steady pumps, using his spit as lubricant. Jacob was more than enjoying it: his tense expression softened and a smile appeared. He started moaning lightly at first, but as Edward turned up the pressure, jerking him off more and more quickly, Jacob's stifled moaning became more incessant.

Jacob moaned a hardly recognizable "Oh god" as Edward took a renewed grip on his balls with his free hand.

He uttered an even less recognizable "Oh yeah!" when Edward applied some more of his spit to lubricate his iron dick, which was now frantically producing pre-cum. It streamed down his cock and collected in the grooves of his majestic abs.

"Enjoying it, my boy?" He asked seductively. Jacob was now positively panting and moaning at the same time with all the rushes of bliss that drowned him. Still, he managed to nod persuasively and produce a muffled "Very much, sir!"

"Good," Edward replied. "But one thing, my boy…." He then added threateningly. Jacob's blissful face immediately darkened somewhat as he awaited Edward's words: "You're not cumming until I say so, just like last time, got that?" Jacob nearly cried out at those words, but instead he restrained himself and replied with a submissive though muted "Yes, sir." Edward nodded appreciatively in reply and muttered a soft "good".

Slowly but surely, his jerking off became more and more persistent. Soon Jacob started to buck desperately, knowing full well he was not allowed to cum, yet his climax neared closer and closer. When Jacob began to moan and whimper, Edward slowed down a bit, and removed the gag so that he could understand Jacob. Jacob didn't waste his chance….

"Sir, I'm going to cum really soon! Please sir, slow down, slow down!" he begged, hoping Edward would comply. Edward wouldn't budge so easily however, and hissed: "No Jacob, you're going to have to deal with the pain of forcing your dick to behave. Mind over body. Good luck with that!" he retorted sadistically. Jacob had started squirming in an effort to keep his excitement at lower levels, but it was obvious it wasn't working out for him so well. He arched his back intermittently, fighting against his bonds, trying to keep his head cool. The radiating warmth that engulfed his loins and confounded his brain was, however, way too good, and he slipped closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly it all stopped. Edward had retracted his hand from both Jacob's cock and his balls. Now he simply watched the confusion drip from Jacob's dumbstruck face. It was fun to see how he had been so set on surviving the onslaught of mental bliss, that now that it was gone, he realized how good it had all actually felt. He was panting quite fervently from the effort, and no doubt he was happy that the danger of cumming had passed. And still… he looked positively disappointed that he wouldn't be cumming. After a minute of such conflicting feelings, Jacob noticeably relaxed, and rested his head on the floor. Edward saw it, and made sure Jacob wouldn't stay relaxed for too long. He chuckled hoarsely.

"I'm not done yet, my boy…" Edward stated calmly, causing Jacob to swallow harshly. "You will fight the urge to cum very soon again."

Edward walked over to the desk, took some clothespins and crouched down in front of Jacob's cock and balls. He inched closer with his mouth, so that his hot breath gently stroked Jacob's hard cock, which instantly twitched and came back to life after having received some rest. Jacob, still blindfolded, whimpered, expecting something bad to happen. He was surprised: Edward gently stroked the area between his balls and crack, eliciting a hoarse moan.

Edward didn't let him enjoy for too long, though.

He took a firm hold of Jacob's dick, and working his way up from his balls, started putting pin after pin after pin; soon Jacob's cock and balls were ordained with a load of clothespins. Jacob squealed at the sensation.

"Now then, my boy, squeal and squirm for your Master!"

He started jerking Jacob off feverishly. The skin of his cock, which was stretched tightly, seeing how hard his dick now was, pulled on the clothespins. These, in turn, resisted the tugging and stayed firmly in place, so that a stinging, burning sensation enveloped Jacob's cock and made Jacob whimper at first, but soon he was howling in pain. His dick felt like it was burning up on the one hand, but Edward's jerking by itself felt like heaven on the other hand. Once again Jacob found himself assaulted with feelings of pain and pleasure mixing into a conflicting, mind-grinding cocktail that had Jacob blabber incoherently after a short while.

"Had enough?" Edward asked sharply, raising his voice to remain intelligible over Jacob's continual, agonized wailing. Jacob nodded furiously, his face clenched in a tight grimace of utter horror and pain. In response, Edward took it down a notch, causing Jacob's howling to decrease in intensity too.

He gulped and coughed, his saliva having pooled in his mouth. Finally he managed to stutter an almost intelligible "Dear god sir, you're killing me! Please stop it!" Edward smiled, still pumping Jacob's clamped dick with iron resolve.

"You are resisting the pain well my boy. I'll reward you with a hard dick rammed up your tight, little hole. How does that sound?" Jacob nodded fervently.

He probably wishes anything but this, and he couldn't do but grin widely at the thought. He stopped jerking Jacob off, and grinned contently at what was going to come next. Jacob was already beginning to thank Edward for stopping when Edward cut him short.

"But first," Edward began, and Jacob's smile noticeably evaporated. He seemed to realize what was going to happen and he hated the prospect of it.

"But first, we remove all those pins!" Edward said; the pleasure in his voice was undeniable. First he put the ball gag back in Jacob's mouth and strapped it tightly behind his head, knowing full-well the volume of the screaming Jacob would soon produce. It seemed like Jacob understood from this action just how much he would be in pain: he clenched his jaw in a preparatory grimace, bracing himself for what was to come.

Edward moved over to remove the first pin. He could see how Jacob was bracing himself for the pain, but it didn't help him much: as soon as he removed the first pin off of Jacob's sensitive sac, Jacob yelped and screamed into the ball gag. And when Edward subsequently took the hurt skin in between his thumb and index finger and squeezed tightly, Jacob couldn't do but yell and bellow, as loudly as he could. Fortunately, it came out rather muffled due to the gag, so that nobody would be alerted. So it went with the next pin, and the one after that, and the other eight pins that Edward had managed to clamp onto Jacob's cock and balls. Each removal was greeted with agonized screaming and wailing, which had Edward smirk in satisfaction. And when Edward pinched the of blood deprived flesh, just when the blood rushed back full force, Jacob couldn't do but yell; the pain was maddening!

At the end of the ordeal Jacob was half delirious with the gushes of pain that he had been subjected too. He lay on the floor, panting. Edward stood in front of him, walked over to his side and rolled Jacob over with his foot. He removed the gag and blindfold and undid the ties, releasing Jacob from his bonds. Jacob merely turned his head so as to lie more comfortably, and whispered an almost inaudible "Thank you, sir", as a reaction to being untied. His face was completely relaxed, and he was smiling calmly, obviously being feeling relieved at the prospect of being let go. For the first time in about an hour, he moved his cramped arms and groaned heavily. Like the clothespins, he came to appreciate that removing the bonds and getting those stale limbs into action again was way more painful than having them tied up.

"Don't get too comfortable my boy, don't forget that I will still fuck you." Jacob nodded and mumbled a "Yes sir", the smile fading away slowly as he realized that it wasn't quite over yet.

"Present your arse to your Master." He slapped Jacob's aching arse playfully as he spoke the words. Jacob immediately complied, getting on all fours and propping his arse up. Edward came to stand behind him and stroked his arse.

"Oh my boy, you have such a lovely arse." His words were dripping with silent appreciation.

"Thank you, sir." Jacob replied, rather proudly. Edward kept stroking his arse, pinching now and then. Jacob yelped quietly, tensing his prominent muscles with every pinch that stung his butt cheeks.

"Yeah, you sure have a beautifully tight ass, my boy, and a sweet little hole. I'm sure we will both enjoy my fucking you." Edward said in a burly, forceful voice, gently patting Jacob's back. He stroked the crack with his hand before running his thumb down from the small of Jacob's back, down into the crack, all the way to his balls. Jacob moaned appreciatively, nearly forgetting the pain he had just endured.

"Like that?" Edward asked almost lovingly in a husky voice. Jacob nodded in reply, sighing and moaning quietly all the while. He had closed his eyes and his mouth was slightly opened. His muscles relaxed, and he shuddered every time Edward ran his cold thumb over his sensitive hole. Edward could feel its dampness; Jacob was hot and craving the attention. With every time Edward touched Jacob's hole, Jacob pushed back more and more forcefully onto Edward's thumb, moaning more incessantly every time he did so.

"Oh Edward, sir, stick your fingers in, I'm dying for some friction!"

Jacob didn't get what he asked for. Instead Edward smacked him on the arse so hard that he stumbled forward and had to quickly regain his balance, to which Jacob loudly bellowed a surprised "Ah fuck!" A red hand-shaped region beautifully marked the area of contact.

"Beg for it, my boy, you know better than to ask for it outright like that" He pulled Jacob backwards and pinched his arse tightly and harshly, exactly where he had slapped him just before. Jacob squealed with the pinching – that was annoyingly painful in itself, but the fact that Edward did it so roughly in the area that still tingled from that blazing-hard smack made it a lot worse. He clenched his jaw tightly, bending his head down in a stiff grimace and tensing his muscles maximally in an effort to cope with his increasingly burning arse. Still Edward continued, hell-bent on ingraining the notion of 'begging for what you want' into Jacob's head.

"Sir, I'm so sorry! Please, please stop!" Jacob finally grovelled. His legs and arms were trembling: his muscles were straining to their limits, their tensing being Jacob's prime pain-coping mechanism. Now that they were starting to get deprived of energy, they were giving up and shutting down, exposing Jacob to the full force of Edward's incessant hurting. What was potentially more problematic than aching muscles, however, was the banded arm, which had started to sting silently. Jacob shifted uncomfortably on that arm now and then. Edward didn't notice it, enjoying the torture too much.

"Beg my boy, beg your Master for what you want!" Was Edward's harsh retort.

"Sir, please stop! It hurts so much! Please fuck me instead, sir!" Jacob wheezed in answer, his voice dry and croaky. "Please give me your hard cock, my tight hole begs for you to use it!"

Jacob was panting frantically, the words rolling out of him in a panicky, high-pitched voice full of hurt. He sounded shaken to the bone and in need of tokens of love and appreciation. Hearing those pained words, Edward decided to let go of the punishment, even if he was enjoying it a lot. Content with his sub's pleadings, Edward stopped his pinching, and stroked Jacob's arse instead.

"Good my boy, you learn well. For the future, remember to beg or endure this again – and next time, things will get a lot worse for you." Edward emphasized the threat in a voice fraught with sadistic pleasure – he knew how it turned on Jacob.

Jacob gulped audibly at the threat, but his dick twitched in excitement. His panting had died down somewhat as Edward caressed his throbbing behind. He groaned lowly, whimpering quietly every time Edward put a bit of pressure on the hand-shaped red region on his arse. Edward sniggered at that. He won't forget to beg, that's for sure….

"Now then. What did you want me to do to you, my boy?"

"Please sir, please stick your fingers in my hole." Jacob immediately replied, doing an effort to sound utterly submissive in his begging. Edward nodded. "Okay my boy, I will give you want you want."

He took some lube and applied some over Jacob's crack, after which he used his fingers to distribute it nicely in and around Jacob's small hole, putting in one finger as he did so.

Jacob sighed heavily, letting out a feral moan as Edward's cold finger breached Jacob's flaming-hot, tight little hole. When he was in until his knuckle, he moved around a bit, poking around Jacob's arse, looking for his prostate. To no avail sadly, but still Jacob seemed to have the time of his life: with every move of the finger inside him, he groaned with pleasure. His dick was painfully hard and was leaking furiously all over the place, too, so much so that a pool of the sticky liquid had formed on the floor, directly under his twitching dick.

"Like that?" Edward asked almost lovingly. Jacob nodded shallowly, far too entranced by the delicious burn that came from his hole to give a convincing answer. Edward meanwhile slowly fucked Jacob with the one finger. "Want another one up your arse?"

Jacob replied a lot faster this time. "Oh yes, sir, please, please give me another finger!" He drawled, lurching his head back and arching his back so as to prop his arse up as far as he could. Edward smirked when he saw the effort Jacob took to give him easy access.

"Eager, aren't we?" Jacob let out a hazy moan in agreement with his Master's statement.

"Be careful that you're not too eager with that little arse of yours." He retorted, the words cutting through Jacob's sex-obsessed thoughts like a razor. Before he could react, though, Edward spanked Jacob's butt cheek; not as hard as before, but still a satisfying "smack" resonated throughout Jacob's body, making him cringe.

"I'm sorry sir, your fingers just feel so great in me…" Jacob immediately blurted out in a small, apologetic tone. "I know, my boy." Edward answered, and he slid a second finger in.

Instantly Jacob relaxed his muscles again, and pushed back on Edward's fingers. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling of Edward's sleek, wriggling fingers opening him up like that. Edward himself was smiling broadly, loving every moment of how Jacob completely let his guard down; how, at his touch and command, he became an obedient and opinionless servant, filled with a dog-like adoration. He transformed from a muscular hunk of a guy into nothing more than a begging mess, thanking him for every sexually arousing thing that he could do to him. He relished the moment and knew that this was what he had hoped to have for a very long time.

He sighed deeply as a tear nearly sprang from his lust-filled eyes at the thought. The finger-fucking that he was putting Jacob through slowed down, to Jacob's obvious discontent: his moans had subsided in volume. Longing for the stimulation, he pushed back on Edward's fingers, effectively finger-fucking himself on them. It took a few moments for Edward to snap out of his cloudy appreciation of the moment, and get on with the sex.

Jacob's moaning became more intense as Edward ramped up the fingering to the earlier speed. Now he also started making scissoring movements, stretching Jacob's hole in preparation for what was to come.

"Oh yeah Master, stretch that hole of mine…." Jacob drawled, his voice cloudy with pleasure. In reaction, Edward put in a third finger, eliciting a groan from Jacob. He was gasping and panting with the burning sensation, breathing heavily, squirming a bit here and there when Edward pushed his three fingers in roughly before sliding out at a gentler pace. To Edward's delight, Jacob's hole was less tight than last time: the three fingers caused Jacob less pain than before, if his reduced squealing was any evidence.

"You can take more than previously, boy. Been practicing?" Jacob nodded, moaning all the while. Edward smiled silently. "You can tell me later what you did to yourself while I wasn't here." Again Jacob nodded, this time with more enthusiasm.

By now, Edward's hard cock had started leaking, dying for some friction. His loins filled up with a horny tingling that compelled him to ram his iron limb into Jacob once and for all, but he decided to take it at a calmer pace. Last time he had been very rough, having been entirely overtaken by his most primitive instincts from the very start. He remembered how he lurched into Jacob, and Jacob's intense howling as he fucked him senseless.

"Be careful with him, will you?"

With that in mind, Edward kept making the scissoring movements. He'd be easier on Jacob during tonight's fucking. He had been quite good with the clothespins; he deserved a bit of rest.

"My boy, you're ready for the next step." He retracted his fingers and wiped them off on a towel that was lying aimlessly on the floor. He then went up the desk to pick up the butt plug, lubed it and went back to Jacob. Jacob was oblivious of what was about to happen, though Edward assumed he had heard the lube being applied. Finally, he positioned the plug at Jacob's hole, and started pushing it in slowly.

Jacob jumped at the cold touch of the toy, but very soon started to moan pleasurably with the renewed friction in his hole. It didn't last long though: soon the circumference of the butt plug became bigger than Edward's three fingers, and began to strain Jacob's tight hole. He started squirming and his muscles tensed again; the powerful quadriceps and glutes got rock-hard as the searing pain melted away most of Jacob's defences. He clenched his jaw shut as he cringed with the sudden fire in his hole. With every millimetre that Edward shoved the plug up his arse, Jacob's whining became more persistent, until he was screaming on full volume, shouting "Ow!", "Ah!", "God no!" and more such pained expressions. His head flailed around as he clenched his fists, even banging them on the floor softly now and then; all was in an effort to divert the pain so as not to have to confront it head-on.

It failed completely. With the final inches, Jacob screamed in utter agony.

Even with all the noise, Edward was not smiling; he was deeply concentrated, pushing in the butt plug slowly. "Just one inch more, Jake, you're doing good." He said soothingly. Jacob's heart skipped a beat at the loving tone, but still he felt his hole stretched way beyond what it could take.

"Master please stop! What is this, what are you doing to me!" Jacob bellowed in-between agonized grunts, groans and whines, hoping he would be freed from the insane hurt that his hole was being subjected to. "It hurts so much Master!"

Here Edward did smile.

"If you want me to fuck you, we need to open you up. A lot. Now take it like a man!" Edward retorted harshly. Jacob bit his upper lip, still squirming but trying to make Edward proud.

"One final push" Edward announced, and with one final howl that would have ripped through any weak man's heart, Edward rammed the plug in, where it remained lodged in Jacob's hole.

The pain stopped.

Jacob sighed in relief.

Edward smirked.

"Don't be relieved too soon. Don't forget it still has to come out."

"Damn" Jacob uttered under his breath, foreseeing what kind of pain that would cause. Meanwhile Edward proceeded to lightly tap the plug, move it around a bit, all to which Jacob responded with squirms and more outcries of pain.

It was silent for a moment.

"Right. You stay here, I'm going to get myself a glass of water."

Edward stood up and walked out the room, smiling at the panting and infrequent whines Jacob was producing behind him. In the kitchen he picked up a lonely glass that stood on the kitchen counter and filled it up. He gulped the water down happily; the cold fluid wetted his arid throat and cooled down his hot skin and slowed his excitedly beating heart a bit.

Soon after he was back in Jacob's bedroom. The boy was not whining in pain anymore, but he certainly was not comfortable. Edward walked over, tapped the plug in Jacob's arse harshly to elicit another yelp, and then went over to Jacob's desk.

Dildo next?

He picked the toy up and glanced over to Jacob. He looked strung up and probably wouldn't last that much longer.

Nah, I'll just fuck him.

He put the toy back and took his pants and underwear off, which had been hanging low from his waist. He casually threw them onto the bed, after which he went over to Jacob, took a good hold of the butt plug, and pulled it out at a less than friendly pace. As the plastic and latex toy slid out, Jacob wailed in pain at first, but soon it died down to a whimper and a sigh of relief as the last inch slid out with a satisfying "pop".

"Oh my god sir, thank you for taking it out, thank you so much…." Jacob blabbered. His voice was shakier than before, and his words came out soft and croaky.

"Shh my boy, the plug is out." Edward spoke reassuringly. Jacob relaxed in relief at the words, hanging his head low. A feeling of newfound freedom embraced him. Edward smiled beastly, his eyes filling up with lust when his eyes hit Jacob's glorious, stretched hole.

"Now I'll fuck you." He added, emphasizing 'fuck' in a manner that had Jacob tense again. He noticeably braced for impact, remembering the assault of two weeks ago. The muscles of his lower back were so tense that it was as if they would pop out of his body; Edward stroked them, following them up to Jacob's neck, which he briefly took a firm grip of. Jacob moaned quietly at the twinge of pain it caused.

Typical. No matter how much he craves it, he is still scared of the pain.

Edward let loose and went to put on a condom. He applied lube to his rock-hard dick, giving it a good rub to spread the lube all-over. The feeling was dazzling; he had jerked himself off just 12 hours ago or so, back at Brad and Angela's, but he couldn't remember it feeling this good!

Fucking that boy is going to be so great... Edward thought as a devilish smile curled his mouth. Meanwhile he kept jerking his cock, gripping his sack and massaging it to enhance the feeling. He lurched his head back and let out a fiery moan filled with withheld passion, waiting to be driven out into the open.

When Edward was satisfied with his state of arousal, he took a good position behind Jacob, and started sliding his trembling member into his sub's brilliant arse. The plug had done its work admirably, making the penetration easier than last time. Jacob was groaning lowly; he was barely complaining, much more liking the receiving of Edward's throbbing dick.

When Edward was fully in, he started to retract slowly, after which he immediately re-inserted again. Nice and easy at first, at a slow but steady pace. It didn't take too long for Edward to pick up speed though, and soon he was being all but gentle. Jacob had started to groan at the higher speed, clearly having a hard time shutting out the twinges of pain.

Edward got fired up even more than before: his dick was begging for some ferocious friction, leaking pre-cum in the condom like a dog drooling over a steak. Entirely taken by the delight and bliss that emanated from his cock, his loins were on fire. The pleasure was indescribable and his dick begged for more. He started slamming himself into Jacob's arse with feverish resolve as he felt himself rising towards climax. With every slam, Jacob yelped, as Edward's spearing dick hit the back wall of Jacob's insides. He clamped his teeth tightly, frowning wildly and grimacing at the burning pain.

"Oh your hole is so lovely, my boy!" Edward groaned as he kept assaulting Jake's hole. Hot sweat broke out that wetted his hair and dripped from his forehead down. Sweat also appeared on his toned chest, making his entire body glimmer in the murky lights of the desk lamp.

Both of them moaned, but only Edward moaned out of pure delight. Jake kept growling at the burning sensation in and around his hole, which got more intense with the continual and increasing speed of Edward's fucking.

Edward grabbed Jacob's hair and pulled his head back somewhat roughly. Jacob bellowed a low "Agh!" at the feeling, caught in surprise by Edward's sudden act. Not content with just that, Edward pulled Jacob's head farther back, taking an even tighter grip on his hair until Jake let out an agonized wail.

Edward let loose a bit at that point, smirking. "You enjoy that, dirty little boy that you are?" he spoke, in-between slamming Jacob's arse with his movements that had their flesh smack together. "Cursing your earlier eagerness, are you?"

Edward's voice was hoarse, and cracked weirdly as he spoke, switching between low and high frequencies like a schoolboy in puberty. He slammed himself harder and harder into Jacob, the delightful sensation now enveloping his brain in a mist of delirium. With every lurch into Jacob's fiery hole, drops of sweat launched from his forehead, to land on Jacob's hot back. Jacob was sweating like crazy too, tensing and relaxing his powerful muscles to withstand the assault that came from behind.

Edward inched closer to climax with every push: the exotic feelings that accompanied the orgasm further gripped his loins and moved further up to grab his already confounded brain; Edward turned it up a notch and fucked Jacob at high speed. Jacob groaned heavily, moaning in pain and yelping at every stab of Edward's dick, every time he slammed it deep into Jacob's little hole.

Edward was unaware of it all by now, however: he was riding the waves of pleasure, fuelled by the pleasurable burning feeling that emanated from his steel-hard dick and the frequent yelping and wailing of his dog-like boy-toy.

Finally, Climax arrived.

Edward felt how the feeling surged upwards and lifted him from the ground, sending him high into the sky where he seemed to walk in the clouds. He quickly pulled back out of Jacob, removed his condom with a wild tug, and then jerked himself over the edge. The warm feeling of the orgasm pervaded his entire body in a feeling of bliss. He came hard, his cum exploding out onto Jacob's tantalizing back, marking the golden skin with streaks of white. Jacob shuddered as the warmth hit his back from his arse crack all the way to his shoulders. By all means, to say that Edward came hard was a blatant understatement, and Jacob grinned inwardly. Even with all the pain, he was extremely pleased that Edward had cum so hard because of him.

Edward remained panting for a few minutes, until he caught his breath. His mind was blank; the hot orgasm had freed his mind from thoughts of worry and pain. He felt utterly relaxed as he softly stroked his hot dick.

After a minute, he turned his attention back to Jacob, who was shifting uncomfortably on the ground.

"Right my boy, you are allowed to jerk yourself and cum. You have five minutes, as of… now."

Jacob heard the beep of a timer starting. Edward watched him as he immediately rolled over onto his back and took his cock in a firm grip. Fearing that he won't be able to cum within the time limit, he jerked himself stupid. As fast as Edward had just fucked him, so speedily did Jacob's hand rush up and down his shaft. Using spit and his pre-cum he lubed his shuddering, release-craving dick as best he could. Within three minutes Jacob started panting intensely, breathing in an unsteady rhythm and not soon after he started mumbling incoherently. Strings of "oh yeah" and "oh god" filled the silence in Jacob's bedroom as he now too crawled towards the edge of climax. Finally, he was there:

"Oh yeah, Edward, I'm going to cum!" He exclaimed with a face that radiated desperate pleasure.

He kept repeating the words until finally he came. His fluid shot out from his caramel-coloured dick to cover his abs, painting them a meagre white. He came less hard than Edward, probably since he had been cumming at least once every day the past week trying some kinky stuff. Still, several firm streaks of white now adorned his abs in addition to his back, though the latter was now mostly smeared on the floor.

When he was done, Jacob merely lay down on the floor and panted. He blinked a few times, shutting one of his eyes in a way that Edward had found typical for him. He smiled as he saw the satisfaction on Jacob's face – his boy-toy.

So Edward sat crouched next to Jacob, and helped him sit up, wiping the cum off his abs and whatever was left on his back. Once he was cleaned up a bit, Edward embraced Jacob tightly and stroked his hair lovingly, as if to say "it's okay, the pain is over for now." His dominant demeanour melted away and he was transformed back into the Edward that Jacob knew from daily life – not the brutal beats that got unleashed in the bedroom. He stroked Jacob's hair lovingly and pulled him onto him – So Jacob leaned against Edward, arms around Edward's waist. Their breathing synchronized again in a calm, steady rhythm.

Soon, they were lying in Jacob's bed. It was small, but they were tired as hell after the day's and night's draining activities, so that they quickly fell asleep into a black, dreamless slumber.

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The next day chirping birds awoke Edward. It was already light. He shyly opened his eyes and looked about the room. He wasn't quite sure where he was, until he remembered the day before. The diner, the accident and… the sex!

Jacob!

The boy was not in bed though. Edward was a bit disappointed at the cold emptiness beside him. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked around hazily. When he had given the room a good look now that the sun was up and shining through the lone window that was in the room, he decided to get out of bed.

He shuffled awkwardly to the bedroom door and opened it – he found himself in a kitchen. Jacob was sitting at a table. As soon as Edward opened the door, Jacob had started smiling heartily, the corners of his mouth reaching nearly from ear to ear.

"Good morning" he spoke happily. His face radiated a pleasurable welcome, probably from last night's sex. Edward smiled in response. "Good morning, Jake."

"You want to drink something?"

Edward nodded and came further into the kitchen, blinking and trying to dispel the sleep from his eyes. Meanwhile Jacob jumped from his chair and moved over to the refrigerator. He was wearing a pair of shorts, but that was it – no shirt, no top, nothing. His splendid muscles were in full sight, in all their caramel-coloured glory; all this to Edward's happiness, of course.

I could easily keep waking up to this sight, he thought, smiling at the notion.

"What do you want? Water, apple juice, milk… a cup of coffee or tea perhaps? Seems like we have to do some shopping again soon, though." Jacob rummaged through the fridge as he compiled the list of available drinks. When he was done he looked up at Edward from his bent-over position.

"Apple juice sounds good, thanks." Jacob nodded, took the almost empty pack of juice and a glass, and emptied the pack into it. He handed it over to Edward with a smile. "Here you go."

Edward gladly accepted the glass and took a sip. He felt a bit helpless, standing in Jacob's kitchen like that after having been so dominant over him just a few hours ago. Striking, how roles can change so dramatically, so quickly. In a way, he felt like they were back at Gaya, all that time ago. He remembered how he had fidgeted with his phone while Embry had stood next to him, and had forgotten his wallet.

How ironic, Edward thought to himself, and he smiled inwardly. Embry was the key to Jacob, and he ended up being my biggest contestant too. His inward smile unknowingly projected on his face, causing Jacob to stir.

"What are you smiling at?" He asked with a cheeky grin. He stood leaning against the kitchen sink with his arms folded. Edward looked him over and gulped. After seeing Jacob so many times, he still couldn't quite fathom the young native's beauty. His inner animal started to roar hungrily at the sight. Only now did he realize how his morning wood was poking from over the elastic band of his boxers. Edward stared down at it, his face becoming red. Thoroughly embarrassed he looked back up at Jacob, who was now grinning ear-to-ear.

"Heh, it's fine, don't worry about it. I've been up for an hour and had a cold shower, but believe me when I say that that is exactly the state in which I woke up."

Edward grinned, hoping he would seem less embarrassed, but it didn't work out very well. Instead Jacob pushed himself away from the kitchen sink and walked over to Edward. "Come on, take a shower; you'll feel better." Edward nodded and complied submissively, following Jacob to the cramped bathroom. Jacob provided him a towel and exited the room.

Ten minutes later Edward stood outside the shower cubicle, drenched. He dried himself with the comfy towel Jacob had given him, moving it slowly back and forth around his waste and back, moving down towards his arse. The softness slipped into his crack; Edward moaned at the sensation and he realized how long it had been that he had played with his hole.

God that feels good, he thought as the towel comfortably slid in-between his butt cheeks and caressed his hole and perineum gently, making Edward moan lowly. He lurched his head back as he picked up the pace, repositioning the towel between his legs so as to better hit the perineum and sac.

A thought popped into Edward's mind that made him reopen his shut eyes, and made the rocking movements slow down: Jacob ought to fuck me sometime. He was slightly shocked at the thought, for wasn't he the Dominant? Does a Dominant ever get fucked? Isn't the Dominant the one fucking others?

Perhaps not. Jake does whatever I tell him to do.

He mentally slapped himself for that thought. Really, at this stage Jacob was no sub, slave or pet of him, and he couldn't expect him to do anything that he wanted. Perhaps though, one day, that would change. If he played his cards right….

When Edward re-emerged into the kitchen, nobody was there; he was only met with the emptiness of the house. Suddenly he heard some rummaging in Jacob's room. Carefully he slipped over there and stared inside silently. Here he found Jacob standing with his back turned to him. He was still shirtless, though now his pants hung lower than usual, revealing part of his crack. The muscular back supported careful movements of broad shoulders and arms. Edward licked his lips at the sight.

The hands he could not see. He heard a sound similar to that of a shaving machine, but it sounded harsher and more intimidating. It was no soft buzz, rather like a very much wind-down chainsaw.

Edward witnessed how Jacob slowly retracted his upper arm, bringing his lower arm to his chest. The sound became more pronounced as the source appeared above Jacob's shoulders and Edward had a clear view of what it was: an epilator.

Is Jacob depilating his chest?

The idea alone made him shudder.

Jacob moved the epilator closer to his chest, until it disappeared behind his broad shoulder. Still, it had not actually reached Jacob's skin. It approached so slowly that Edward began to wonder if Jacob wanted to go through with it at all. The slow movement betrayed a fear for the pain the process brought along with it.

But then the epilator contacted the skin of Jacob's chest and painfully tore out a few hairs. Jacob yelped softly, but this was followed by a sigh. To Edward it sounded like… like Jacob had been reunited with an old friend? Surely Jacob wasn't enjoying it?

The epilator made contact again, tearing several more hairs out, and again Jacob responded with a relieved sigh. He shifted his balance to the other leg, revealing a mirror. Edward quickly ducked behind the wall, afraid that Jacob might discover him staring. Curious as to what was going on in the room, though, Edward curiously peaked from his cover and looked inside.

Jacob wasn't exactly moaning, and his tensed up muscles betrayed a measure of hurt, but his quiet breathing revealed an equal amount of pleasure as the epilator graced his muscular pectorals. And as he continued with the depilating, his muscles relaxed more and more, as if they were re-adjusting to the sensations, painful at first, but relaxing and weirdly quieting later on. Looking in the mirror, Edward could see how Jacob had closed his eyes. He seemed utterly relaxed.

Edward was dumbstruck. How could anybody enjoy such a harsh treatment of one's skin?

Suddenly Jacob opened his eyes and caught Edward's figure in the mirror. He immediately lowered the epilator as he jerked around with a surprised look on his face. They gaped at each other. Jacob's chest was reddened, with tiny and infrequent spots of blood betraying locations where hairs had been pulled out roughly, ripping apart shallow capillaries in the process.

"Hey Ed… I uh… I didn't hear you come out of the shower," Jacob spoke, visibly embarrassed with the situation in which Edward had caught him.

"You were enjoying that?" Edward asked, an increasing curiosity on his face. "It sounds and looks horribly painful, but you're sighing with relief."

As Edward spoke, his curious look had changed into a vague grimace, followed by an expression of general surprise. Jacob scratched the back of his head as he looked down at the floor, still embarrassed.

"Yeah, I kind of do, I suppose."

Jacob sounded almost apologetic, but to Edward this was somehow good news. He'd talked to some subs before, but none of them were really into inflicting pain to themselves in their daily life; it really was something only their Dom did to them during play. Jacob was different, apparently, and Edward couldn't do but fantasize of the possibilities this implied.

Suddenly they both heard a bang; the front door had shut loudly. Floorboards creaked and rummaging near the front door betrayed a coat being hung up.

"Jake!"

A manly voice bellowed through the house, making Edward stiffen. The guy in the wheelchair, Jacob's father….

"Where the hell are you, Jake!"

God he sounds angry, Edward thought to himself, making him only more nervous and fidgety. Jacob apparently noticed Edward's tense reaction as he quickly dropped the epilator and moved over to Edward. He took a firm hold of his shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll be fine". He then stared at his opened bedroom door as he continued: "I'll go to him and try to introduce your presence calmly, so that –", but his plan-making was cut short.

Wheels and feet appeared in the door opening. Then a torso came into view, and finally the face of a lightly coloured man with long black hair materialized. His stare met Jacob's gaze and pierced Edward's back. Edward turned around slowly, feeling the old man's eyes scrutinizing his back. His eyes met the gaze of Jacob's father, and their stares locked onto each other. The expression on that face instantly turned near murderous as his eyes sparked and shot flames. His voice shaking with anger, he muttered but one word:

"You."