Page 35 of Lucky Boys
The shed in question was toward the end of the property line, closer to the woods that surrounded it. Out here, it was hard to believe we were only 15 minutes from the city. I hadn’t known places like this existed so close to the city limits.
Brooks was alarmingly quiet, so I stopped walking and turned to him.
“Are you okay with heading to the shed?”
Brooks looked up at me, his blue eyes a little dazed. “Yes, sir.”
Oh. Oh fuck. He wasn’t scared or having doubts. He was already falling into his submissive headspace. It went right to my fucking heart. Boys that went under this quickly were like catnip,though that meant I had to be extra careful until I got to know Brooks’s tells better.
I crossed into his personal space. “Can I touch you, Brooks?”
He nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” I cupped his cheek. “For today, we’re going to use the stoplight system for safewords. Red, yellow, green. You can use it for whatever, not just a scene. If anything I do or say makes you uncomfortable or you have questions, safeword. I know you know the deal, but this isn’t the way I’d usually do things, and I need to be sure you’ll speak up.”
Brooks grinned, and I saw a little bit of his usual personality shine through. “You don’t need to worry about that. It’s getting me to shut up that’s the problem.” Then, getting a little serious, he added, “I’ll use my safewords. I promise.”
I couldn’t help myself. I tilted his face upward and lightly kissed him. It was no more than a peck, but Brooks’s lips parted with a gasp and he leaned forward when I pulled away like he was chasing me. I tapped his mouth with my finger. “There’s my brat.”
That seemed to get him to relax more than anything else. I kissed him again before forcing myself to turn toward the shed. “Don’t get used to it, but for today, I want to hear everything. And in the future, there’s always gags.” Brooks groaned, his tongue popping out between his teeth. He was so fucking responsive. I couldn’t wait to see what I could force out of him. “Alright, let’s go.”
Brooks followed me quietly the rest of the way, but this time, I took the silence for what it was: anticipation.
I concentrated all my focus on Brooks and what he needed, not the situation we’d just walked away from. I didn’t typically take jobs personally. I was pretty damn good at compartmentalizing, but this wasn’t and never had been a typical job, and not just because we were doing it pro bono. Itwas personal, and I felt rage I’d never felt before when it came to an assignment, when I’d seen the house. Brooks’s reaction had broken my damn heart and unlocked this protectiveness I’d never even realized I had. Luca was the protective one. But fuck if I didn’t want to wrap Brooks up in a burrito of blankets and never let anything touch him again.
Of course, he didn’t want or need that. Or at least, not yet. I already knew he was a cuddly fucker, so I had to imagine he liked to be close during aftercare, but now he needed Maverick the sadist. Not the newly discovered Maverick the overprotective softy.
The shed was a basic thing, but there were windows that kept it from getting too stuffy and it was solid. I didn’t have to worry about it collapsing around our heads.
I quickly scanned the place, surprisingly pleased. It wasn’t too cluttered. It didn’t look like the boys used it for anything, so whatever had been left was from the previous owners. It was a little dusty and there were spiderwebs in the corners, but nothing catastrophic. We wouldn’t be kneeling or getting completely naked, for safety’s sake, but it would absolutely do.
My eyes traced over the contents: some old gardening tools that the boys had clearly never touched, some regular tools on a bench like a hammer and a saw, and next to that sat a nice coil of rope. I picked it up and examined it.
It was thick, but there were no rough edges. I wouldn’t want to bind him for a long period of time, but it could work in a pinch. I held it up to Brooks, who watched with hungry eyes.
“What are your limits for today? To be clear, we will be having a much lengthier, in depth discussion later, but what do I need to know for right now?”
Brooks rocked back and forth on his heels as he stared at the rope. “I’m fine being bound, but if my arms are tied, then my legs need to be freed and vice versa. If my mouth is gonna beoccupied, I want my hands free. At least for now. No scat.” He looked around the place. “It’s probably better if I don’t bleed. Fuck knows what I could get here.”
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to laugh or was getting turned on. He wasn’t saying no to blood, just here, which was honestly very responsible and more than I’d expected from Brooks. My nerves regarding playing like this started to dissipate. Brooks might seem reckless in many areas of his life, but he had a good head on his shoulders.
I traced his cheek with my thumb. “Those are very reasonable. Adding onto that, there will be no penetration until we talk more and everyone sees everyone else’s test results. I will absolutely not be making you bleed today, so you don’t need to worry about that. How do you feel about blindfolds?”
Brooks pupils dilated and he shifted. “Really fucking good.”
I laughed. “Okay, noted. Humiliation? For today, I mean. Strictly verbal.”
Brooks frowned. “It depends? You can call me slut, cockslut, whore, hole, any of that and I’ll be mindless and horny and putty in your hands. But I don’t do well being put down. Like calling me useless or stupid or anything like that. I’d just—I’d rather not.”
There was a lot to unload there. I put a mental pin in it to bring it up when we talked later, which I had no doubt would happen. This wouldn’t be the only time I was with Brooks Foster. I was sure of that.
“Understood. I’ll respect your limits. Can I touch your dick?”
He nodded eagerly. “Yes please. As much and as often as you want.”
I shook my head. “Just talking about right now, brat. Everything else can wait.”
Brooks sighed, but did mutter, “Yes, sir.”
