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THE WAGER
by
Guardian

"You've gotta be kidding me." Steve Sloan looked at his lover with fond exasperation.
"No," Jesse Travis retorted. "I'm telling you, he'll beat him."
"Jess, there hasn't been this big a mismatch since… David and Goliath."
"Yeah." Jesse's voice was smugly triumphant. "And look how that one turned out."
Steve grinned and shook his head, pulling his young lover more deeply into his embrace. Jesse always did root for the underdog - the little guy - and the forthcoming weekend's fight was no exception. Only this time, Jesse's guy never stood a chance and Steve saw an instant opportunity to turn that fact to his advantage.
"If you're so sure, then how about we make it interesting?" He challenged. "Let's make a bet."
"Okay," Jesse's confidence wavered ever so slightly. His salary was stretched enough that month, without risking anything on a wager. But, if he were to win, his financial worries would be eased somewhat. He forced a note of confidence into his voice. "How much?"
"Oh, I'm not talking about money, Jess," Steve's voice grew throaty as he leaned into his lover. "I was thinking something a little more personal."
"Such as?" Jesse's breathed response was barely audible as his body began to respond to the other man's close proximity.
"If I win, you put the slave bands back on."
"And if I win..?" Jesse could barely find his voice - his cock pushing eagerly against the fabric of his jeans at the mere thought of that particular fantasy.
"Just name it," Steve growled, as his eager mouth closed on his young lover's neck.
But, by that time, Jesse was beyond coherent thought. Steve knew exactly how to turn him into a quivering heap of lust - and he was proceeding to do just that. Within seconds, their clothes lay discarded on the floor. After that, Jesse never gave another moment's thought to the bet they had made.

*****

Saturday night came around and Steve, Jesse and Mark all converged on the beach house to watch the big fight. Jesse watched with dismay as the favourite proceeded to pound his challenger into the canvas time and time again.
"Oh what?" He demanded as the referee stepped into the centre of the ring and called a halt to the proceedings. "He could've got up. He was just taking a breather!"
"Looking for his teeth more like," Steve retorted, sardonically. "Jesse, admit it, that was an unfair contest. Your guy never stood a chance."
Mark regarded the two men with barely concealed amusement. "I take it you had money riding on that fight?" He chuckled.
"Not money, dad," Steve corrected, him with a grin. "Something much better."
Shaking his head at their antics, Mark took that opportunity to make his excuses and retire. Once he had gone, Steve captured Jesse in his powerful arms.
"Now," he breathed. "I know you've got an early start tomorrow, but I also know that you've got the day off on Tuesday and I can wait. But, when you put the slave bands back on…" Steve was quick to remind him of the wager that they'd had. "Don't bother with the loincloth."
And Jesse's heart - that had skipped a beat merely at the mention of the chains that he willingly wore - threatened to burst out of his chest when he heard those final words.

*****

Steve never had the day off on Tuesday, but he did promise Jesse faithfully that he would call just as he was setting out for his apartment. He fully intended to make the most of the bet that he had won and - in the telephone conversation they had just before he left the precinct - he left Jesse in no doubt as to that fact.
But he was still surprised - no, utterly shocked - when he let himself in the front door to find Jesse on his knees before him. His hands were shackled in front of him, there was a collar around his neck and a gold slave bracelet encircled his upper arm. Other than that he was naked.
Steve was stopped dead in his tracks by the exquisite sight and he realised that - during their phone call - he may have laid it on strong over the whole slave/master scenario. But Jesse was behaving so submissively, was playing his part so well, that his cock was threatening to burst out of his jeans at the mere thought of what was about to transpire.
And - he was delighted to note - Jesse's own cock stood proud and rampant and already leaking pre-cum. He'd had the entire day to think about this fantasy and yet had no idea as to what his 'master' might demand of him. Steve's lips curved into a lustful smile.
"Bedroom," he ordered, curtly.

*****

Steve laid himself - still fully clothed - on the bed. His eyes closed and his arousal grew as - without any bidding - Jesse began to divest him of his clothes. Within moments he too was completely naked. Fighting the urge to just take his lover right there, he rolled over onto his stomach.
"I need a massage," he murmured. "I'm too tense. Make me feel relaxed. You do all of the work. I'm not going to move a muscle. I want to be completely relaxed."
When they had first explored this fantasy, he had been hard pressed not to refer to Jesse by name but that was no longer a concern. It was quite obvious how much they both enjoyed this facet of their role-playing and Steve easily slipped into his persona of 'master'.
Jesse's hands worked expertly, first kneading his shoulders and working out the knots before moving down his broad back. He moved onto the muscular thighs, then worked his way down Steve's calves and onto his feet - and was rewarded with the feeling of his lover melting beneath his touch.
As Jesse's expert hands stopped working, Steve flopped over onto his back with a sigh of utter contentment. His eyes cracked open.
"I said I needed to be relaxed," he growled. "And that means every part of me."
Jesse smiled wickedly as he took in his lover's extreme state of arousal. Dipping his head, he blew softly on his lover's rampant cock - almost chuckling with delight as it twitched as though it had a life of its own.
His tongue darted out to tease at the slit and Steve moaned, raising his hips and straining for fulfilment. Jesse wasn't about to disappoint him and he laved his tongue up the length of the tumescent member, before capturing its head in his mouth.
Jesse worked expertly, opening his throat and taking in Steve's entire length before withdrawing almost completely. His hands massaged his lover's balls and Steve writhed helplessly beneath his touch. Jesse might have been the one in chains, but he was most definitely the master at that moment in time.
Then he deep-throated Steve one last time, recognising from the sudden tightening of his balls that orgasm was imminent. And he swallowed every drop of the hot, salty cum that was spilled into his eager mouth.

*****

"God."
Steve was a boneless puddle lying on the bed. Utterly sated, he raised his eyes to meet those of his lover. Jesse knelt over him, his erection still proud and achingly hard as he awaited his next instruction. Steve's eyes half closed and a wicked idea began to form in his mind.
"Get the lube" he commanded, smiling fleetingly at the puzzled look that flashed across the other man's features.
But Jesse did as he was commanded, retrieving the tube from within easy reach on top of the nightstand.
"Open it," Steve ordered and Jesse complied. "Put it on your fingers. Now, put them inside me."
Jesse almost - almost - forgot the fantasy and just stared at Steve with uncomprehending eyes. Then Steve caught hold of the chain that bound his wrists and yanked his arms downwards.
Highly aroused, somewhat dazed and more than a little confused, Jesse eased his fingers inside his lover's willing anus.
"Fuck me," Steve growled.
Jesse froze for the briefest moment - this was taking their fantasy into completely new realms. But he was the slave and - once upon a time - he'd promised to obey his master's every whim. Pausing only to laver some lube onto his eager cock, he penetrated his lover.
"God yes!" The cry came from Steve's almost insensible form. Aside from his own moans of lust, Jesse stayed mostly silent during this particular fantasy.
Jesse drew back and then thrust once again, easily finding his lover's prostate and revelling in the feeling of being so engulfed by the other man. His hand snaked around towards Steve's groin, intending to encircle - and fulfil - his once again rampant erection.
"No." Steve's hand caught hold of his wrist and stilled the motion. "Finish it."
Jesse howled as the detective thrust back against him and he completely lost control of his arousal. The orgasm was ripped from him - exquisite in its intensity and of such a force that he was left seeing stars.
Withdrawing gently, Jesse fell back onto the bed, convinced and a little disappointed that - for that night at least - their fantasy was over. But he was wrong.
Steve rolled over to face him, then deliberately rubbed his once again erect member against his thigh.
"Aren't you neglecting something?" He murmured.
A slow smile spread across Jesse's face. He honestly could not get enough of his lover. He lowered his head towards Steve's rampant member, but was pulled up short as the other man grasped hold of his chin.
"Inside you," Steve whispered. "And remember, you do all of the work."
Jesse's breathing suddenly quickened as Steve eased himself up the bed until he lay half propped on the pillows. His eyes half-closed, the detective folded his arms behind his head and watched as Jesse's eyes widened in sudden comprehension.
All of the work. Jesse's heart began to race as he realised that Steve meant for him to prepare himself. Biting his lip against the sudden surge of arousal that flooded through him, he grabbed the lube from where he had carelessly discarded it and coated a generous amount onto his fingers. He'd allowed for a lot of slack in the chains at his wrists and now he was profoundly thankful for his foresight. Otherwise, what Steve was demanding would have been nigh on impossible.
He turned around so that his back was to Steve - giving him a good view of the proceedings - and slowly slipped one slick finger inside his own ass. He was unable to prevent a soft moan escaping his lips as he inserted a second finger and began scissoring them slowly - opening himself, preparing himself.
Steve's breathing grew harsh and ragged behind him and he, himself, was becoming increasingly turned on. Easing his fingers in deeper, he quested for - and found - his prostate and brushed against it softly, feeling his cock jerk in response.
"Don't stop," Steve breathed, watching with rapt fascination as Jesse continued to work on himself - making himself wide and slick. His own erection was straining, threatening to explode and it was all he could do not to take it in his hands and pump it to fruition.
But he was also playing a role and he had commanded Jesse to do all of the work. Eventually he could take the exquisite sight no longer.
"Come here." The words were a low, throaty growl.
Jesse turned around and, retrieving the lube, he slathered it liberally over his lover's rampant cock. That touch alone was almost enough to send Steve over the edge, but he bit his lip and forcibly quelled the orgasm that threatened to be torn from him.
Once again turning so that his back was to Steve, Jesse straddled the older man's thighs and then slowly - torturously slowly - eased himself down onto his tumescent member. He didn't stop until he was fully impaled - completely filled by his lover's hard shaft. He gasped as his prostate was stimulated and then raised himself slightly, before sliding back down the throbbing length.
"God!" The word was hissed out through gritted teeth and Jesse smiled at the lust it contained. Carefully, he repeated the movement, his own guttural moan joining that of his lover.
"Now," Steve commanded, his aching need threatening to overwhelm him. But, in spite of his rapture, he was still aware of his mate's arousal. "Do us both."
Jesse - his back arched and bracing himself with one hand - somehow managed to speed up the motion, sliding easily up and down the slick length of Steve's cock. With his free hand, he grabbed his own aching shaft and began pumping at it.
His stomach clenched and his balls tightened as he felt the sudden surge of his imminent orgasm. With an ecstatic cry, he thrust down hard one last time. Steve's voice joined his as they cried out their fruition. The older man's hips bucked as he came, just as Jesse's endless flow of seed was spilled out and over his eager hand.
Jesse collapsed forwards, trembling from the exertion, aching from the unusual position. Then strong hands grasped his waist and lifted him gently off the now limp member that had filled him so completely.
Still dazed - still lost in the force of his orgasm - Jesse was vaguely aware of Steve removing the collar from his throat and unfastening the bindings at his wrists. The fantasy over, Jesse turned and snuggled into the warm body next to him - smiling gently as his lover softly kissed his hair.
"Jess?" A sudden thought struck Steve and he raised himself onto one elbow and looked down at his sated mate. "You never did tell me just what would have happened if you had won the bet."
"Well." Jesse stretched languorously, sighing in perfect contentment. "I was going to make you put the slave bands back on me…"

THE END

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