Real good
by Gail (gem225@hotmail.com)
JAG
Clark Palmer/Harmon Rabb
Rating: adult
Clark Palmer gives Harmon Rabb what Rabb secretly wants, out of the kindness of his heart. All right, all right, not out of the kindness of his heart. *g* Palmer's pov of Isilzha's Taken.
Spoilers: Impact, Imposter, Webb of Lies, Wilderness of Mirrors, and Contemptuous Words.
Disclaimer: Rabb, Palmer, and any other characters in this story all belong to Belisarius Productions and CBS, and I'm not making any money from this.
Other Disclaimer: They should belong to me and Isilzha and Page and the other slash writers, because we know them better than the writers on the show, but they don't, and that's life.
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. It's more than likely that I'll agree, but I want to know where my stories are.
Warnings: Slight non-consensual action, trickery, gloating, happy ending in Palmer's opinion.
Timeline: Isilzha told me when we were talking about Taken that Palmer got out of Leavenworth somewhere in the sixth season, but what was left of the DSD got someone in who looked like him through plastic surgery to impersonate him, so no one was looking for him. "Salvation" did not happen in her universe, which is fine with me. :-) So this story and her Taken occurred somewhere between "Valor" and "Lifeline", and she was a slash goddess who has spoken, so it is so. :-)
Thanks to Page for thinking up this idea and to Isilzha for letting me write Palmer's side of her wonderful story, Taken, and should be read before reading this one, please. :-)
This is Page's real and much-belated birthday present (6/18!), because she's really not a bitch, no matter how much she tries to convince me she is, because she has wonderful happy Tigger bounces, because she works too hard, and just because. It's also for Jenn and Scarlet, because they both love Palmer/Rabb with a passion, for Tinnean, because she seems to love anything I write, and of course for Isilzha, who read the beginning before she died and encouraged me to write more. Scarlet and Elizabeth beta'd, and both did fine jobs helping me see what more this story needed. I'm in their debt.
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Not a bad bar, if you like them, and I do. Tonight I'm here on business more than pleasure. Too bad. I could get interested in a couple of the guys who have given me looks. It's been a while since I took someone to bed because I wanted them, but I'm going to have to go a little longer. Maybe when I finish my business, I'll let some guy buy me a beer. Depends on how well this goes.
I've got an eye on the reason I'm here, and he's not having a good time at all. Poor Harm. He had a bad day, what with losing a case and his Renee out of town, and I've made sure he knew about this bar, with flyers around his building and prominent ads in the free gay paper I have delivered to him. He had dinner, then got in his stupid SUV and drove right over, and I tracked him all the way. Yeah, poor Harm. But he'll be fine now, if he'll let himself.
Guys are giving him looks and talking him up, and he's just standing there with his beer, getting more and more nervous, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here, except, of course, when you check out his crotch. He's been hard ever since he walked in here, and probably even before. Ah, Harm, I love seeing you this nervous. It suits you. I wonder if you're going to go along with what I've got planned for you. If not, no problem. I know you, much better than I ever wanted to, and you'll come back. You want this too much not to. At some point, you'll give in. You'll find a way to justify it. But I hope you give in tonight.
I take a swig of my beer, non-alcoholic, but decent, from my table in the corner, and keep watching Harm. No chance of him seeing me. He's too busy. This is almost enough for me. Almost. And I'm learning even more about him. Who would have known that cocky Harmon Rabb could blush when a guy leaned over and whispered something in his ear? Wish I knew what the guy whispered, but I can guess. 'Want to go somewhere quiet?' Or maybe something more direct, like 'How about you get on your knees for me?' I can't imagine anyone wanting to get on their knees for him. Harm's made to suck and to get fucked. He might fool women into thinking he's some kind of caveman, but I know better than that, and I'm sure most guys here can see some of what I do.
He's moved away from that guy, and he's standing by himself, but he's still got guys looking him over. Poor Harm. If he could just get over that awkwardness, he could get as much sex as he wanted tonight. But Harm's not going to do that without some expert help. And that's me. I lick my lips.
I can't say that Harm's my type, but getting him certainly turns me on. Maybe not tonight, I remind myself. It's the first time he's come here, and chances are he'll leave as soon as he finishes that beer. Yes, there he goes, gulping it down. Now where's he headed? Not the exit. He's going to the men's room. Good boy. There's hope for you yet.
I watch him push through the crowd, and I can't help smiling. Wall-to-wall guys, and they all want a piece of Harm. Hands on his chest, on his ass, on his crotch, and he just puts his head down and keeps going. I can almost hear what he's thinking. He's getting desperate to get the hell out of here, but he needs to piss, plus he likes the attention, but he doesn't want to admit that to himself. That's fine, baby. You just keep lying to yourself.
I get up as soon as I can't see him any more and head toward the men's room, too, getting a few touches of my own. Nice, but I keep going and end up leaning against the wall across from the men's room door, holding the portable monitor that gets the feed from the men's room. Harm comes out of a stall, and I can't help laughing. God, Harm, you can't even bring yourself to take out your cock in front of other guys tonight?
And you're the one who's been hitting gay sites on the Web nightly. Really need to change the password on your computer once in a while, but then I'd figure it out or find it. I've learned all that I need to about you, and now it looks like there's a good chance I'll get to use my knowledge. Get to show you just what it's like to get what you wish for, just what it costs. Everything, every single goddamned thing you treasure. Just like you took everything from me. I've got some of it back, but you didn't lose a fucking thing. Now you will, if only that goddamned annoying innocence of yours. How the hell you still have it I don't know, but that's not my problem, and it should help me tonight. You'll be too stupid to figure out what's going on before I make it hard for you to think at all.
I check Harm again. He's staring at that pretty face of his in the mirror. He's so conceited. Then he turns on the water and washes his face. Now? Maybe. He's not paying attention, and he'll probably leave soon. But I'll have to be careful to catch him at the right moment. Can't have him seeing who I am.
There's laughter coming toward me. When I look up, I see it's two guys with plans. Cute couple. I wonder what Harm will do when he finds out that the restroom gets used for recreation? I'm laughing even as one of the guys gives me a look that tells me who's in charge in that relationship. They go in, and I grin. This is an unexpected piece of luck. If Harm leaves, he's going to be in a hurry and not paying attention, and that will make it easier for me to get my hands on him without him seeing who I am, then seduce him back into the restroom. If he stays, then he's going to be turned on, and I can definitely use that. Come on, Harm, relax and enjoy the show.
I keep watching, and that's just what he does, except he sure as hell isn't relaxing. He's fighting it, but he's not leaving. I pocket the screen and slip into the men's room. The first thing I hear is a deep voice.
"Say it."
Well, well, well. This could be an education for Harm. I stay by the door. Don't want to throw the gentlemen off their game, especially when they're being good enough to get Harm in the right mood. I close my eyes and listen. When I block out the sounds of the two guys, I can hear him breathing harshly. So damned harshly. Oh, yes. He's not going anywhere, no matter what he is or isn't thinking. And I know him. He wants to be in that stall getting told what to do, being made to take what he wants. Soon, baby - I'll give it to you.
So damned easy to change my thinking, stop worrying about him being fucking asshole Harmon Rabb and think of him instead as the guy I'm going to seduce. But no chance of me losing my focus. Won't happen. He's an assignment. Doesn't matter that I'm getting hard. The DSD taught me how to handle sex, and Harm's going to get the benefit of my training.
"Please, fuck me, Mickey. God, *please*, fuck me."
I can see Harm, and he's got his hand down at his crotch. Time to get this started.
I walk over quietly, still hearing the sounds of the two guys fucking. Nice present for me and Harm. Wish I could thank them, but if they like listening, they're in luck. We'll give them a show. I won't make Harm do anything; he can leave any time, but I'll make damned sure that he doesn't want to leave.
I get behind Harm, who's stupidly got his eyes closed while he's rubbing his crotch. Right, he's having a hard time with this. Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. You'll get what you've been looking for. I know just what you need. Doesn't matter that it's not my thing; I can do it for you. If I ever decide to change careers, I'd make one hell of a call boy. They'd pay big money for me.
I get my hand under his and my mouth at his ear. No mercy. Mercy is for losers.
"Let me help you with that," I whisper, making sure I use my deep and husky voice. Can't have my boy here figuring out who I am. That's for later. My fingers aren't teasing; they're giving him the best hand job he can hope to get through faded denim, and that's pretty fucking good. He's already panting. It's all right, baby. Let it happen.
The thoughts are a big part of it. I have to be what I'm playing. It's not like the plan's gone away, but right now, I'm a guy who's gotten carried away with the hunk who's losing it hearing two guys fuck in a stall, and I want him. Want him so fucking bad, but want him my way. Going to beg me, baby, and then maybe I'll give you what you need so damned bad. Come on, give up that hardass control. You're on my turf now.
I'm the best. He doesn't have a chance against me. Especially once I get one hand over those pretty blue eyes and the other one working on the top button of his jeans. Nice bulge. Yes, this could be good.
"What...?"
No, baby, don't think so much. I slip a finger in and stroke his cock, and he shuts up.
"Come on, baby. What do we all come here for?" Up and down, feather touch, tease, and he's falling for it, muscles spasming as he goes between wanting to run and wanting to stay. Stay, baby. I'll make it so good for you. You want to be taken down. That's why you're here, that's why you're hard as hell. "We're in a public restroom. All you have to do is yell if you don't want this." Another finger in to counter that suggestion. He wants it, but no need to give him the kind of exit that he can take. All exits are illusions, I was taught, just another step into the trap, and I'm not about to forget that now. No matter what he does, he'll end up with me. "I think you do, though. I know I do."
And right now, I do want it. Want this guy to give in to me. Want to see what he can do. Lost in the role, but not all lost. One hint of danger, and I'm back. I breathe on his neck as he gets a sentence out.
"Let me see your face."
Oh, no, baby, I don't think so. My game, my rules. Got you fair and square. The noises from the guys in the stall are getting me even hotter. Love to get in on that game, but that guy did not look like he shared, and I've got my own game here. I turn my head to get at his neck. "Nope. Sorry, baby." I'm nipping at his skin, and he's shuddering, his cock jumping as much as it can in the confined space. I keep teasing it as I work his neck and get the buttons open. Find a way out of this, baby. Just pull away. I'll leave. But you won't pull away, won't tell me to stop and mean it. I always win these games. "This is the way I want it; this is the way it's going to be. Fantasies, baby. You know all about those, don't you?"
Oh, yeah, he knows. His cock jumps again when I say that, and I take a few more tastes of his neck. Not bad. I know about his fantasies. Mr. Always-In-Control wants to be out of control, wants something so dark and dirty that he can't even bring himself to print out the stories that get him hot. He just leaves them on screen and runs up his phone bill while he jerks off, but that's not my problem. I've read the ones he goes to the most, and they've been very enlightening. All first-person accounts of guys on the bottom, getting ordered around. That's what Harm wants. That's what I'll give him.
"Harder, Mickey, please," comes from the stall with the two guys to go with the moans and cries and sounds of a good fucking, and Harm's cock jumps again. Don't worry, baby, I'll make you beg, too. I hope those guys are having a good time. They deserve to with all the help they're giving me. I couldn't have planned this better having them here.
I laugh, can't help it. This is going so well. "Sounds like they're having a good time. No reason we shouldn't, too."
I'm up to his ear now, and I suck the lobe into my mouth and make sure to get my teeth on it, too. God, he's hard as hell and hot as hell, too. Yeah, I knew Harm would like this. I get the last button of his fly undone and pull out his cock, and he moans, then he's leaning back against me, trusting me. I work his cock, not enough to get him to come, but definitely enough to keep him interested, and get serious on his neck. He's left it exposed, and that's a clear sign that he wants some more attention there. You got it, baby. Anything you want right now. Anything to get you in that stall where I can get us both what we want.
I suck and bite at his neck. Scary how the role takes over, but I know that's how I work. I'll get myself back when I need to, but right now I want him, just like he wants me. He's moaning and bucking into my hand. He wants me so bad. Time to get him out of the open.
"Is that a yes, baby?"
"Yes," he chokes out, and he sounds so good that I can't help laughing again. Good boy. He's not going to fight me any more.
"Good. Let's make this a little more private. Just to one of the stalls. Be a good boy and keep your eyes closed for me."
I know Harm, and he won't, but it doesn't matter. I've already turned his body away from the mirror before I take the hand off his eyes. He just goes along with me. He's mine now. No chance he's going to let this chance slip away from him, but just to make sure, to make it better for him, get more control, I pull his t-shirt out of his jeans and push it up until I can get to his nipples. He really likes that, shivering against me as I rub and pull and pinch one, then the other, clinging to my arm as I walk him across the hard floor to the right stall. Well, one of them. All the stalls are wired for video tonight. It's going to be fun watching the guys in the next stall. It's fun as hell hearing them, and I know that Harm likes it, too.
I get Harm in the stall and let go of him to shut and bolt the door, but he doesn't have enough brain to do anything but wait for me, and I don't give him enough time to get his brain back. I can't resist grinning up at the camera, but then I get back on track and get the blindfold out of my pocket and smooth it between my fingers before wrapping it around his eyes. He doesn't even try to get it off, just stands there and takes it, and I grin again and get my hand back on his cock. Time to give Harm what he really wants.
"Blindfold, baby. Just to make sure you don't cheat." Have to let him know what's going on, have to keep him in the game. Can't have him start thinking.
I rub the head to get the pre-come going, then spread it over the shaft and start pumping. He's not going to stay on his feet too long, so I get my arm around him and pull him against me. Makes a nice image for the tape, and it feels good, too. He's gasping, then he starts to beg, without any prompting. I like hearing it, and I give it to him faster and harder as I hear the other guys finish with a definite flair. Yeah, that tape is going to be good, and I'm getting just what I want here.
Harm's getting close himself, and he's begging even prettier than before. "God, yes, please, more..." I give it to him until I can feel him throbbing too much, and then I take my hand away, turn him with both hands on his shoulders and push him down on his knees. He looks good there, and he didn't fight it at all.
"Me first, baby. Me first, and then I'll take care of you real good, don't worry." Yeah, real good.
The guys next door are done and leaving, and I hear one of them laugh, then speak.
"Don't worry, Scott, I don't think he's listening any more."
Damn. If that jolts Harm out of the scene, I'll find that guy and make him sorry, but I think I can keep Harm here. I've got my cock out, and I guide it to his mouth, pushing it against his lips. He opens right up and takes it. Good thing for him I was here. He's not even asking about a condom, but he's got nothing to worry about with me. I'm always careful, and I know he's clean.
Harm runs his tongue down my cock, and I gasp, which I'd planned to do, but not yet, dammit. He's more adventuresome than I thought he'd be. Not bad for a first time. He goes back up and licks the head, then takes it back in his mouth, not too far, but then that's fine. I'll get what I want when I want it. This is only part of it.
Like seeing Harm on his knees sucking my cock like it's what he really wants. And the camera's getting every fucking thing. No way he's getting out of this one. That thought makes the whole thing even hotter, and I get my hands in his hair. When I'm ready, I grab some and thrust. Harmon Rabb getting his mouth fucked by me, and he's just taking it, holding on to me, shaking and waiting for me to decide what he gets. Very nice. It's enough to get me off.
When I pull out after I finish coming, he starts coughing. I grin to myself when I see some of my come on his chin. I like seeing it there. He goes to wipe it away, but that's not going to happen. I get his wrist before he can fuck it up. It's too good a picture, and he should look messed up somehow. Changed. Different. I'll give him another mark, too. I want Harm to remember this.
"Don't. You look good like that." Still enough in the role, keeping my voice down and disguised, letting him think he's just with some guy who found him hot enough to seduce him. A little more illusion for Harm-baby here. Good thing I'm going to be me again soon. I can tell I'm ready for the good part.
I let go, and his hand goes back down. I grin again and do myself up, knowing he's waiting, needing more. He's hard, aching to come, and that's just the way I want him to be. I lean over, mouth on his neck for that mark I need him to have, hand on his cock to tease him. Too slow, too soft, too little, but he'll get more soon, if he plays the game right, and I'm pretty sure even Harm can get the rules of this one. I bite down, hear him sob right out loud. If I left the blindfold on him and could get it up quick enough, he'd probably let me fuck him right here. That's tempting, but I've got my plan, and it's crueler than that.
I stand up and leave him there. He looks so damned good. So helpless, so hard, so desperate. Promised you I'd take care of you real good, baby, and now I will. Have to be careful of those double meanings.
I untie the blindfold and pull it off, stuffing it back into my jacket. Never leave any evidence. He looks right up at me and doesn't move at all. I'm so good.
"Hey, Harm." My own voice, as if he needs any help figuring out who I am.
"Palmer. You're supposed to be in Leavenworth."
That's right, baby. I'm supposed to be. But I'm not, and I'm not going back. I grin at him and get down on my heels to be on his level. Don't want him to feel lonely. "Quite a fix you've gotten yourself into, baby." I emphasize the endearment. I want him to remember how much he liked hearing that before. Have to keep him off-balance. It'll be no fun if he decides to stop the game. I know how I want this to go, and it's going to go that way. "Check it out."
I look up to help him figure out just what I'm talking about, because, hell, this is Harmon Rabb we're talking about; he always needs help. So he looks up, too. And keeps looking. I let him. We've got time.
When he looks at me again, he's got a look of such despair that I can't stop smiling. And I'm not through with him yet.
"Nothing to say, Harm? Well, that's all right. I like you better when you're not talking anyway." His face stiffens at that, and I have to hold in a laugh. I stroke his cock with my fingertips and see it jump. You like this, Harm. Even this. Or else you wouldn't be so hard, and you sure as hell wouldn't still be on the floor. Of course, I stacked the deck against you, but you're a big boy. Leave if you don't like what you're getting, if you think you can deal with the consequences. Of course you won't. I'm getting you right where I want you.
When I take my hand away, I can see he wants it back, and I smile. That's right, Harm, you want me. And you're going to have to say it. That's the way the game goes.
"You've got two choices here, Harm." I'm running my finger down the underside of his cock, just one finger, and he can't even resist that. He wants more. "Number one, I can get you off, leave, and send that tape to the SecNav in the morning."
And wouldn't I love to sit in on that viewing. The SecNav would be shocked, and he'd call Chegwidden and have Rabb brought to him, and for all I know he'd want Rabb like I had him. I'm damned sure at some point the SecNav would end up with the door locked and his cock out, getting himself off as he watches that fucking problem of a Navy commander shuddering and helplessly sucking me off. But he won't be getting that pleasure. This tape is mine, but that's not what I'm going to let Harm think. Poor Harm, who's shaking his head, looking all panicked. Nice look on him. Almost as nice as his leaning in to get more cock in his mouth.
I laugh, then give him the next option. "All right. Number two, I can leave now, you can get yourself off, which I'm sure you'll do, and I can still send that tape to the SecNav. How do you like that?"
Those aren't his only choices; those aren't his choices at all, but he'd expect me to want to expose him. He doesn't seem to get that I don't want him out of his precious Navy. It would be a lot harder to fuck with his head if he was just another civilian, although I could do it.
"What the hell kind of," he gasps when I let my finger stroke right under the crown, "choice is that, you bastard?"
Harm, I'm giving you what you want. You could be nicer to me. But I know he won't be. "The only one you've got. The transmission from that camera is being recorded remotely, which means you'll never find it, even if you were in any shape to take me out, which you're not." I chuckle as I see how all this news gets him even more down. Poor Harm. It's so easy to play mind games with him, and so nice to see that he still believes everything I say. You think he'd learn, but then how could he? He's Harmon Rabb.
"Someone will check that location in twelve hours. If the tape's still there, they know where to send it, so you may as well forget about trying anything." Yeah, right, like I need backup with Harmon Rabb, but it sounds good, and he's buying it. Time to tell him what's really going on. "As I see it, the only question here, baby," back to the dark whisper, and his eyes get hungry and wide, "is whether you want it bad enough to beg me to make you come."
I want that. The untouchable Harmon Rabb begging me to get him off because he can't wait any longer, because he knows I'll do what I say, because he wants it so damned much.
He's still staring and clearly not about to add to the conversation, so I keep going.
"In fact, I think I'd like to hear that." I know I'd like to hear it, but I don't have to tell Harm everything. "Do that, and I'll give you a reprieve, a week or two, while I decide whether I really want to ruin you, or whether it would be more fun to hold this over your head for the next twenty years or so." Definitely the latter, but Harm's not going to figure that out now. He's barely hearing me. I'm being careful, not giving him too much stimulation, but he wants it. He wants me. And he's going to beg if it kills him. Which it will in a way, but not as much as Harm thinks it will. That dark side of him wants this, and he wants it from me.
He's watching me, big eyes dumbfounded that this is happening to him, so I play it up. "Yeah. I like that. Beg, baby, and make it sound good, and maybe you can keep your life the way it is. Otherwise," I snap my fingers, and he jumps, right on cue, "just like that, you can say goodbye to Mac and your admiral, too. I wonder what they'd think."
I bet they'd both be shocked, horrified, and turned on enough to think about how they could get him on his knees, at least in their fantasies, but I'm sure Harm's only thinking about the shocked and horrified part. He's shaking his head, and I close my hand around his cock to make it even harder for him. All he really wants to for me to shut up and get him off, but he's not running this.
"Those two guys..." he starts, and I laugh. He's worried about them? Of course he is. Can't have anyone knowing that Harmon Rabb will beg for the privilege of getting on his knees and sucking a guy off.
"The boys next door? They're not mine, if that's what you're asking. Just two guys." Two very helpful guys. "Sorry, baby. No deep, dark plot." That's right, Harm; you did this to yourself. Every idiotic step of the way. I just made it harder for you, but that was all. "Just your own stupidity to blame for this one." He has to know it was his fault, can't blame me. He agreed to everything.
He looks down in shame, and I grin. Good. He's got it now.
"Get me off. Please." He's having a hell of a hard time with this. Poor Harm. But too bad. I'm not through with him yet.
"Come on, baby, I know you can do better than that." Heard you do better just a few minutes ago. Time for some incentive. "Maybe you *want* AJ watching you go down on me? Hoping it'll give him some ideas about how you should be treated?"
Oh, he hated hearing that one, closed his eyes and got all tense. Good, Harm, now you can have that in your mind when you're standing at attention in front of your formidable admiral. Harm's still hard, though, still likes having my hand around his cock, still wants whatever I give him. And I'm pretty sure there's a part of him that loves having me taunt him like this. I know him, and he knows it, and it's what he wants. It's all right, baby, I'll give you what you need. I'll make you come when you say it just right. Try again.
"Please, please, I need to come so much. Please make me come." He's whispering, and it sounds good, but he could be begging anybody, and he has to know he's begging me. I won't have it any other way.
"Better, Harm, but not good enough. Open your eyes, and you can use my name when you beg me for something you want as badly as you obviously want this." That's right, Harm, you want this, and I want this too. This is better than sex. This is control. This is revenge. This is mind games. This is Harmon Rabb, at my mercy, without a fucking thing to hide behind. Not a goddamned fucking thing.
He's staring at me now, so desperate. "Please, Palmer, let me come."
Still not getting it. Not begging well enough, not really using my name, trying to do as little as possible. Guess what, Harm, it's not that easy.
I give his cock one slow up-and-down stroke to remind him what he's begging for. He's so damned hard. I love knowing I did this to him. "Getting close, baby. Try my first name. No need to be so formal." Desperate and tortured. I'm doing great. He's going to do what I want now. I can see it in his eyes.
"Please, Clark. I need this. Please make me come."
Very good, baby. I get my hand moving again, but he hasn't done enough yet to earn relief. "Keep it up, Harm. You stop begging, and I stop this, and you don't get off at all." And you won't fight me, because you don't have any fight left in you. I could tell you anything now, and you'd believe me. You're mine, baby, all mine.
But he's not begging. "Come on, Harm, I'm not hearing you."
Then he is begging. "So good, god, Clark, you're so good. I need this; please, don't stop. Please, let me come this time; I want it; I want this from you, please; yeah, like that, just like that, so good, you're making it so good, Clark, please, I need it; do it; do anything you want, I don't care, don't stop; more, please, more, please, please, please..."
His eyes are closed, but he's still begging, even though he's repeating himself, so I keep jerking him off, giving it to him faster and harder as his body begs for it, thrusting into my hand. He's so helpless right now. I could shoot him, and he'd never know it until he woke up in either heaven or hell. But I don't want him dead, and instead I let him come. I take my hand away when I see he's done and watch for a moment as he just stays there, leaning forward, his hands on the dirty floor. Too ashamed to look at me, just as he should be.
I stand and grin at the camera, even salute because I'm feeling so good. Then I unlatch the door and walk out. Harm can get himself home. It's not like this was a date.
I grab a paper towel on my way out and wipe my hand, then ball it up and toss it into a trash can. I'm smiling as I go back in the bar, and I see some guys looking at me with serious interest. No, thanks, gentlemen, I've had my fun for the night. Maybe another time. Time to get home and watch my tapes. Harm's first, of course, but I'll be sure to watch the one of the guys in the other stall. Wonder which one I'll decide to come to. That orgasm will be more fun than coming down Harm's throat, maybe as good as hearing Harm beg me to come.
I wonder if he's gotten himself off the floor by now.
*****
There's nothing to decide, but I make him wait anyway. It's too much fun. Harm stays home the next day and the weekend, and even when he goes back to work, he's still losing it, up late, then early, drinking too much coffee, staring at the walls. I watch it all. Good. Take that, baby. You don't fuck with me and get away with it. So far he's managing at work, but that's only because Colonel MacKenzie's covering for him. If I let it go on, someone's going to have to notice, and then that might fuck with his career. I'm the one who gets to determine that, and I want him in the Navy. He's no fun to play with if he has nothing left to lose. You'd think Harm would figure that out, but then he wouldn't.
Time to let him know what it's going to be. I could let him go the weekend, but it is our anniversary, in a matter of speaking, one whole week after our encounter in the men's room. And he has to want some. He hasn't even had his pretty Renee over to his place, just some public lunches. She'll be wondering what's with her stud if he doesn't get a grip soon, and we can't have poor Harm without a woman. He'd be even more of a lost puppy dog than he is now. He'll pull it together, probably. He always wants what he can't have, or what he's about to lose. I know Harmon Rabb.
I've already made a copy of the tape, and I call in a favor to have it delivered to him. I could do it myself, but I want to see what happens when he gets it. It should be a hell of a show. Right now he's sitting and brooding, boring as all hell, but that'll change soon.
I grin as he gets up. It's nine-fifteen, which is when I told the guy to deliver the package, late enough that he'd be home, but early enough that he'd be up. He looks around when he opens the door. No, Harm, nobody's there. Look down.
He finally sees it, picks it up, brings it inside, unwraps it, and puts the tape in the VCR. Then he finds my note. He goes even paler when he reads it. 'Be seeing you, baby' is all it says in big block letters so he won't have any problems reading it, but he's got to be scared now. I love seeing him so fucked up. Maybe I will see him again for some mind games, and maybe I won't, but he's going to be worrying about it. Harm believes what I tell him. You'd think he'd have learned better by now.
He's back on the couch, picking up the remote and pushing play. Knew it, baby. Knew you couldn't resist finding out what it looked like from the outside.
He watches it straight through as I watch him, and when he gets to the really good part, him on his knees begging while I'm jerking him off, he takes out his cock and does it in time with the tape, same rhythm. Oh, that's interesting. Maybe I will have to come over and see what you'll do, baby. Wouldn't want you to think you had to go to a bar to get a guy to get you on your knees. I could show you the tape I just made of you jerking off. Then you wouldn't have any way to hide from me. No way to hide at all.
The End
Posted 11/13/01
