Heh.
This was begging to be written.
This is pretty much one big continuous story, not many breaks. Read it as such. It will be up on the webpage in a few days.
Feedback would be nice. Read the warnings.
**WARNING**: This story contains graphic and gratuitous sex. This story i s about BDSM, and some people may find it offensive. Contained herein are depictions of bondage and domination, sadomasochism and a dominant/submissi ve relationship. There is sex, and a whole lot of it, there is pain, there is pleasure and there is hot monkey lovin. If this isn't your bag ba by, go elsewhere. If you are under the appropriate age in your state/count ry, come back when you get a fake ID. If you find the word cock offe nsive, never work on a chicken farm. You have been warned.
WARNING #2: If you made it past the first warning, and still intend on read ing this story, then I apologize for the sheer smuttiness of this sto ry. I blame Keeper. She told me to do it. And Ginger. She kept sending emails. It's not my fault, I swear.
WARNING #3: The following plot will not hold up under scrutiny of any sort. Please just sit back, enjoy the ride, and don=92t send me emails listing the weak points or the times when Mickey and Mini were wildly out of charac ter, cause really=85 thats kind of the point. Steve and Craig would nev er let them do this, and I can't think why not.
Title: The Blood of the Ocean
Author: Mandy
E-mail: kitty_amazon@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Ha!
Key words: MPJR, BDSM, smut.
Summary: Sometimes the only way to fight is to give in.
Disclaimer: They're mine. I'm keeping them. They're going to have l ots of naughty fun and Steve and Craig will be really jealous. Jarod is g oing to be a happy little slave boy and oh all right. They're not mi ne; I'm only borrowing them for nefarious and naked purposes. Don't su e me, cause this stuff shouldn't be read aloud in any court. No infringe ment intended, and I've gained nothing from this but vicarious thrills an d you can't go shopping with that.
The Blood of the Ocean
Over a drink and a box of chocolates, Parker wasn't particula rly surprised when the phone rang; nor was she surprised by the voice on th e other end. Jarod's calls had become more and more frequent lately, a c ertain warmth evident in his tone.
You just missed me in DC today, he said when she picked up the phone. Parker laughed, she was feeling warm and relaxed, the beginning of summer putting her in a good mood.
"Is this a social call, Jarod, or is there a method to this madness?" s he said.
"Awww I can't call up my favourite huntress, and say hey?" h e asked teasingly. Parker tilted her head in bemusement; there was an unde rlying tone of flirtation in their conversations recently, and she wasn't quite sure where it was stemming from.
"Hey. There you go," she said with mock-triumph, stuffing a chocolate in her mouth and chewing. Jarod chuckled
"What are you eating?" he asked.
"Don't you know curiosity killed the Pretender?" Miss Parker scoffed, and then sighed, "Chocolate. I'm eating chocolate. Jealous?"
"Yes," Jarod said in an intimate tone, "Very. That chocolate is extr emely lucky."
Jesus, Parker thought, he was getting blatant. She sucked in a deep breath, at a loss for words, and Jarod gave a low chuckle on the othe r end of the line.
"I've finally shocked that infamously sharp tongue into silence, have I ?" Jarod asked; sounding highly amused.
"When I catch you," Parker said dangerously, "I'm going to *gag* y ou into silence."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
Miss Parker had a startling mental flash of Jarod naked and sub servient, his well-muscled body oiled and a gag in his mouth. The image se nt her pulse racing, reminding her of the days when she'd had the time fo r such pleasures.
"You don't have the balls to keep up with me, Jarod," she snapped, st ill trying to shake off the provocative images.
"Find out!"
There was silence as they both reeled from the implications of their conversation. Parker took a healthy swig of her drink, placing it ba ck on the coffee table with a trembling hand. She heard Jarod sigh on the line.
"Don't you ever wonder" he said, and trailed off.
"No," Parker snapped, although her mind immediately began to conjure up images of her and Jarod, naked and entwined on a bed, writhing together.
"I'm sure all that misplaced aggression would channel quite well into-" Jarod began.
"You'll never know," she growled, cutting him off, and her a soft, wa rm chuckle.
"I bet you are just *dying* to see me on my knees, Miss Parker, and not f or the Centre's benefit, either," he murmured, sounding a little breath less. Her mouth went dry at the mental image he provoked.
"You have no idea what you are talking about," she said hoarsely, and t here was a brief silence.
"Well then. Perhaps I had better find out," Jarod said, and hung up.
Three Months Later
It was a hazy, fractured, thought that first entered Miss Parker's head. She'd been drugged. The last thing she remembered was going to sleep na turally, but sometime after that point a drug had been put into her system, and now her head hurt, she couldn't open her eyes properly, her mouth wa s dry, and one thought was in her mind; she'd been drugged.
Parker rolled her head, giving a small moan, shifting her legs aimlessly. She opened her eyes for a moment, squeezing them closed again at the bright light. Twisting onto her side, Miss Parker sheltered her eyes, opening th em slowly, carefully, taking note of her surroundings. She was in a bed, c risp linen sheets covering her naked body. As her vision adjusted to the b right light, Miss Parker could see she was in a spacious room, and sunlight from a high bank of windows was flooding the room with light.
Rolling over and sitting up, Miss Parker froze. Jarod was kneeling beside the bed. Jarod was kneeling beside the bed, naked as the day he was born, his body carefully aligned in an all too familiar position. His head was b owed; his shoulders and back perfectly straight. He had his hands behind h is back, and his knees were spread, so he created a fine figure, the pictur e of submission.
He was toying with her, Parker thought, clenching her fists in anger. She drew herself up, being careful to tuck the sheets across her breasts, and p ut on her most scathing expression.
"You've *got* to be kidding me!" she growled. Jarod flinched slightl y, but didn't raise his eyes.
"No Mistress," he said softly.
Parker blanched. It had been years since she had been on the r eceiving end of that particular address, years since she had been active on the scene. Jarod had obviously found out about her old practices, and thi s was some attempt to humiliate her, to degrade her. Well, she wouldn't stand for it. She wouldn't feel ashamed.
"Congratulations Jarod. You found out about my kinky fuck-games. What g ames have you got in mind? What do I have to suffer through before you'r e satisfied?" she asked silkily. She climbed off the bed, winding the sh eet around her body.
"No games, Mistress, I only wish to serve you," Jarod murmured. Parker was taken aback by the sincerity in his tone.
"You want to be my sub, Jarod? My slave, Jarod?" she asked, incredulou s.
"I'm fully trained, Mistress," Jarod said.
Miss Parker gazed at the kneeling man before her in shock. Jar od was trained in the scene? When in hell had he found time to be trained? Parker herself knew that it took months to fully train a good slave, she herself had been trained, many years ago, then trained others as she had be gun to move up in the scene. Before her eventual departure, Parker had bee n known as one of the best trainers and a highly sought after Mistress.
"What the hell are you up to?" she wondered aloud, and Jarod raised his eyes without raising his head.
"Mistress, please believe me when I say this is completely genuine," he murmured, and Parker was not unaware of the slightly wistful look in his e ye.
"You've got a crush, is that it?" she hissed derisively, "Wanted to fuck the woman who hunts you, and decided to find the most enticing way of presenting yourself?"
Jarod flinched, and lowered his eyes again, obviously hurt, and Miss Parker immediately felt remorse for her cruel words. Before she coul d say another thing, Jarod set his shoulders determinedly, Believe what you will, Mistress, but know that I have brought you nothing but sincerity and faith, and offered myself to you completely in what could be a potentia lly humiliating not to mention damaging way. I have chosen to trus t my instincts and trust you, and I will hope you will take it in good stea d.
Miss Parker gaped. Jarod had a point he had put himself in a very vulnerable position, and she could easily abuse his trust, harming him quite badly in the process. She chewed her lip, realising that he real ly was offering himself as a slave, aware of all the risks it involved. Sh e touched two fingers to his chin, tilting his face up, and he met her gaze solemnly. She ran her thumb across his bottom lip.
The truth was that many of her fantasies of late involved Jarod , and him presenting himself, naked and subservient, was the perhaps the mo st arousing thing she could imagine. Jarod, her sub, with none of the bitt erness of the past lying between them, only a mutual desire to satisfy each others baser needs. How could she refuse?
Regarding Jarod thoughtfully, she decided to give him a small test.
"Stand up, slave," she said. Automatically her voice softened, became husky, giving it the dangerous edge she had always used when in Mistress-mo de.
Jarod stood up gracefully, holding his head up but keeping his eyes downcast. Parker looked him over for the first time, noting his neatl y kept physical appearance. His hair was trimmed so it sat just above the nape of his neck, his jaw was clean-shaven, and his muscular body was clean ed and toned. Parker let her eyes drift lower, examining the impressive le ngth of his flaccid penis, and noticed a slight flush of colour infused Jar od's cheeks. She smiled, then reached out and flicked one of his nipples.
"Am I a captive here, slave?" she asked softly. Jarod hesitated for a moment, and she pinched his nipple gently.
"You cannot leave Mistress, but I think you will be very comfortable here ," he said quickly. Miss Parker nodded.
"So you're keeping me here, to be my sex slave and pander to my every w him who says I want you, slave?" she asked. Jarod flicked his eyes up to hers briefly.
"I hope you will find use of me, Mistress, I"m giving myself wholly to you," he said.
"So you understand you're mine, and I may do anything I wish with you?" Miss Parker asked. She gave his nipple a light twist, and Jarod inhale d sharply, but didn't protest.
"Yes Mistress, I belong to you."
"All right," Parker decided, "I must admit, I think it's a strange and incredible thing you're doing, but an offer I couldn't possibly ref use. From now on, you belong to me and first off, I want you to draw me a bath, slave."
Jarod bobbed his head quickly, smiling to himself, and hurried off. Opening a door to one side of the room, he revealed a modern bathroom with a deep, claw-footed bath. Miss Parker approached slowly, watching hi m diligently adjust the water temperature, adding a mixture of oils and bub ble bath.
"Close your eyes, boy," Parker instructed once Jarod had turned off the water. He returned to his former position kneeling, closing his eyes. Pa rker dropped her sheet and climbed into the bath, carefully arranging the b ubbles over herself. She sighed in contentment, and then addressed Jarod a gain, "You can open your eyes, I want to ask you some questions."
"Yes Mistress?"
"Who trained you, slave, and where?" Parker asked.
"Master Marcus Levrin, in New Orleans, Mistress," Jarod answered.
Startled, Parker sat up slightly, reaching up to tilt Jarod's face to her view, "You were trained by a man?"
"Yes," Jarod said.
"You had sex with him?" she asked, and Jarod coloured again.
"Yes Mistress," he murmured, and hesitated before adding, "I have no diseases if that's what you are wondering. I have always been very caref ul with all of my sexual partners."
"No, of course not, I just wasn't expecting that," Parker finished lamely. She took her hand away from Jarod=92s face, sinking back into the warm water, puzzling over the information he had given her.
For Jarod to be into the B and D scene at all was quite a surpr ise, but to learn that not only was he a submissive, he had been in a gay r elationship, was shocking. Parker had always thought of Jarod as being fai rly straight laced and conservative, what with his strict view on the ideal family, and had never imagined that he'd be into anything more than stra ight vanilla sex. The current turn of events was surreal.
"Are you into pain?" Miss Parker asked. Jarod looked away quickly, and she nodded to herself, "No, I didn't think so."
"Mistress, I have a letter from Master Marcus, he said to pass it on to y ou," Jarod said. Parker nodded again, it was not uncommon for a subs previous Master or Mistress to provide information for the next one, loweri ng the risk of injury or confusion in a new relationship.
It felt good, slipping into the familiar rhythms of learning an others needs and mentally adjusting her responses in turn. While some o f the subs she had previously taken on had craved controlled amounts of pai n just as much as they craved pleasure, Parker herself had never been into *serious* pain all that much, either giving it or receiving it. While she saw the benefit of a good, erotic spanking, the lines between pleasure and pain had always been fairly clear to her, but she understood it wasn't al ways so for others.
"Well, you've been trained already, so the hardest part is over, but I' ll still have to train you to *my* needs, boy,=94 Miss Parker said thoug htfully.
"Yes Mistress," Jarod said, scooping up a handful of water and smoothin g it over her hair. Parker leant into his ministrations, a faint sense of amazement washing over her. Not only was she about to enter into a sexual arrangement with *Jarod*, of all people, it was in the roles of Mistress an d slave.
"First of all, don't treat me like I'm your girlfriend. I'm not. I'm your Mistress, you are here to serve me; you will find happiness thro ugh my happiness. That means you are a slave twenty-four hours a day; you don't get a break. No trying to overpower me, or I swear I'll whip you with in an inch of your life. Oh, and slave?" Parker said.
"Yes Mistress?" Jarod asked, gently shampooing her hair.
"No kissing without permission."
"Yes Mistress."
Miss Parker allowed herself to relax under Jarod's tender min istrations, sighing as he poured water over her scalp with cupped hands to wash out the shampoo. Who knew that a man who could torment her so thoroug hly would behave so tenderly?
With that thought of their real lives, Parker frowned. "How exactly am I supposed to explain my absence to my father?" she ask ed, and Jarod smiled mischievously.
"I, uh, recorded a few of our phone conversations over the last few month s. With the sound samples, I managed to piece together a credible message for your father saying you were stressed and you were going away for a litt le while," he said, and Parker chuckled. Her father had been suggesting she take a few days away recently, evidently concerned by how hard she had been working.
Jarod finished washing her hair, and Parker was about to ask hi m to close his eyes again, then shrugged to herself. What did she have to lose? Standing up, she twisted the water out of her hair and stepped out o f the bath. Jarod smiled warmly, his eyes drifting over her body as he wra pped her in a towel, and Parker slapped his wandering hands away.
"Careful slave. You have to earn any liberties you want to take," she chastised teasingly. Jarod grinned up at her.
"May I dry you off, Mistress?" he asked cheerfully. Parker chuckled.
"No. You can go find me some clothes."
Cheerfully Jarod disappeared into the bedroom, and she followed him at a leisurely pace. The big brass bed was the sole item of furniture in the spacious room, but Parker could also see that it doubled as a playr oom. One wall was lined with cupboards, and there were some hooks set into the walls at various intervals.
From one of the tall cupboards Jarod took some simple white pan ts and a white tank top, bringing them to Miss Parker almost reverentially as she dried herself off. Taking the clothes from him, she gently squeezed Jarod's ass. He gave a slight start, then offered her a thick white envelope, the words For Jarod, written in neat script across it.
I'm assuming the kitchen is downstairs, so I want you to go and make u s something to eat. Don't come back upstairs, I'll be down soon, sh e ordered, taking the envelope. Jarod gave a quick nod, and then hurried o ff.
Dressing quickly, Parker gave into her growing curiosity and be gan opening the cupboards one by one. Inside she found every manner of toy and prop she could want, including several costumes that made her smile. The array of paddles, whips, leather bindings and toys was one of the large st collections Parker had ever seen. On one shelf she even found a small s tash of jewellery, and she poured over them thoughtfully before making a qu ick selection and seating herself on the bed.
Turning the envelope over in her hands, she saw that it had a w ax seal with the initials ML imprinted on it. The seal had not yet been br oken, and Parker lifted it with one of her nails carefully. Inside were se veral sheets of expensive white paper, the same flowing script marking it. She scanned its contents quickly, absorbing the information quickly.
Dear Sir or Madame,
First let Me begin by congratulating You for the ac quisition of Jarod, he is a fine specimen, and a loving and obedient slave. He will serve You with enthusiasm and loyalty; qualities that are hard to find in this day and age.
Jarod has been fully trained in the basic day-to-day rituals an d expectations of a sub, and, at his request, had a crash course in the 24/ 7 life of a slave. He is skilled with most BDSM implements and able to top upon request, and has enjoyed scenes as the dominant partner, but prefers to remain in his submissive state for most of the time. He is proficient a t any task he is instructed to complete, and for the most part, finds conte ntment as a sub.
Due to early issues with nudity, Jarod spent most of his traini ng naked, and is now sufficiently comfortable with his body and self-image, and has since acknowledged to preferring to be in his natural state.
My time with Jarod, although brief, was very fulfilling. The b oy has a wonderment about him that is inspiring, and confessed to Me that, prior to my tutelage, his sexual experience had been somewhat awkward encou nters, few and far between. Despite his lack of experience, he was eager t o learn, and it is my opinion that he is a sensualist at heart. Sweet food s introduced into a scene seemed to hold special appeal for him.
However, I must give one very strict warning to You; Jarod is n ot a masochist. At no time has he enjoyed pain play at any level higher th an a light spanking. During our time together, there was a small incident in which I attempted to use corporal punishment for a small discrepancy on his behalf. Jarod=92s reaction was one of severe, almost paralytic, fright , followed by a period of intense emotions ranging from rage and anger to a bject misery and feelings of helplessness. When later debriefed, Jarod adm itted he found no catharsis in pain, as many other subs do, which leads Me to believe he has suffered some abuse in his lifetime.
Extended pain play is NOT an option for Jarod, I ca nnot emphasise this enough!
Jarod's punishments thus far have included light spankings, g entle or stern reprimands, which invoke a deep feeling of remorse in him, a nd denial of some of his favourite activities, which mainly include convers ation and interaction with his Master or Mistress. I have found that the s exual aspect of a sub and dom/me relationship is secondary to the emotional aspect to Jarod; he responds best to love and affection.
Good luck to You and Jarod, may he serve you well.
Sincerely,
Master Marcus Levrin.
Mandy.
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