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Nate woke early and lay gazing at the silk canopy above his bed. Jake shifted next to him and he smiled, spending the whole night in the same bed had been a huge risk, but it felt so good. He ached a little, Jake was a demanding lover and his body was still adjusting to his thick cock. Nate wasn’t complaining, he adored the way Jake claimed him and seemed to know exactly how he liked to be handled. Their lovemaking was pretty rough, but afterwards Jake was kind and considerate. There was no way he would ever take things further than he was willing to go. He sighed happily and turned to watch the man sleeping next to him. It was a contradiction he knew, to feel so happy but terribly sad at the same time for the loss of his brother. Jake was right though, he had lost him years ago in all the ways that meant anything, and death would have been a kind release from Olly’s suffering.


A single lock of dark gold hair was resting across Jake’s eyes and Nate really wanted to push it back in to place. Carefully, so as not to wake him, he used one fingertip to nudge the errant strands to the side. Jake’s eyes didn’t open but a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist regardless, squeezing tightly.



“You’d better have a damn good reason for waking me up Nathaniel.”



Long gold lashes flickered up to reveal those startling eyes. They really were the colour of wild cornflowers in full bloom thought Nate, losing himself in their azure depths.



“I was just…” God, tidying up his hair was going to sound like such a lame excuse so he resorted to distraction instead, leaning over to brush a kiss across Jake’s lips. Long fingers pressed harder into the flesh of his wrist and lower arm.



“Come here.” Jake tugged until he moved and knelt across his lap, covers slipping from bare shoulders. His arousal was plainly in view, jutting skyward right in front of Nate’s groin.



“Sit on it.” Blue eyes didn’t blink, gauging Nate’s reaction to his tone, which was more order than suggestion.



Nate swallowed nervously and made no move to comply but his rebellious cock betrayed him, swelling with anticipation. Jake released his wrist and grasped his hips tightly, pulling him up and forwards. He shuffled his knees until he was positioned directly above the thick pole. Jake’s hands moved to his ass, pulling his cheeks apart and applying pressure so that he had to lower himself. As soon as Jake’s tip touched him his inner muscles spasmed, rejecting the intrusion. Nate’s thighs protested as he tried to resist both gravity and Jake’s inexorable pressure, but it was hopeless. He sank down faster than intended, his body swallowing Jake’s thick length greedily. Christ, it was like being impaled on an iron spike! Nate squeezed his eyes shut at the burning pain that filled him but the sensation soon changed to a feeling of throbbing warmth. He relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders and spine, enjoying the absolute fullness. He looked into Jake’s eyes, saw his intent and braced himself just in time as hips bucked beneath him. He rose and then dropped again, gasping with pleasure as his prostate got the benefit of inner friction. Strong hands circled his waist and lifted him. Jake’s biceps bulged attractively as he was held up, the final inch of his cock still inside, then he was released at the same time as Jake lifted his hips and they slammed together with a jolt. Using his thigh muscles Nate began to slide himself up and down. The tiny lines at the side of Jake’s eyes tensed slightly, the only indication that he was holding himself in check by willpower alone. His lip curled and one hand moved from Nate’s waist to grasp his cock, thumb circling around the tip in measured circles. It was too much for Nate. Blinded by pleasure he shot warm cream into Jake’s hand shuddering as Jake joined him in release. For a while he just sat with Jake imprisoned inside him then reluctantly raised himself, biting his lip as he left a slippery trail behind him.



“Messy pup.” Jake grinned.



“Is it my fault that I’m overflowing? You come like Old Faithful!”



Jake tugged his hair hard enough to hurt, “The geyser analogy I can deal with, but less of the old please.”



After showers and breakfast they headed for the gym. Jake set Nate’s treadmill at a punishing speed then stood back and watched. He had a smooth running action and was very light on his feet but after fifteen minutes was soaked with sweat and breathing hard. He slowed the speed gradually until it reached walking pace.



“Keep going, you need to cool down slowly.”



He leant on the end of the machine, “Have you thought about what I said last night?”



“Why do you think I was awake so early?”



Jake nodded his understanding. “I don’t want to push you, this is a tough decision.”



“What do you think I should do?”



“I can’t influence you Nate, this has to be your decision alone, but know that my feelings for you won’t change regardless of the path you choose to take.” He stopped the machine.



Nate wanted to ask exactly what those feelings were but he didn’t. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to endure this life knowing that I don’t have to. I’ll be twenty-three in twelve months and my inheritance is not something that my father can touch. I only have to survive for a year without him, and that would be a year without bars, without beatings.”



“That you have taken it this long, sacrificed your own comfort for your brother, makes you one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. But you are right, this is a lot to ask.”



He set the treadmill off again and Nate groaned as he started to jog, “This isn’t the military you know.”



“Quit griping and run, or I’ll turn the speed up again.”



They ran in silence for another half an hour, time to think and consider. When they were done Nate turned to look at Jake, “Ok. I’ll do it. Just don’t ask me if I’m sure, or I might change my mind.”



In the six days before Carson was due to return Jake stuck rigidly to the prescribed timetable. He didn’t spend another full night in Nate’s bed, unwilling to jeopardise their plans for the sake of a few snatched hours together. Nate became increasingly subdued, doubting his own ability to face his father without revealing his knowledge.



“He’ll be back in the morning.”



It was close to midnight and Nate paced the length of his room with agitated strides. Jake sat in the armchair watching him.



“Enough!” he snapped impatiently, “It’s time I gave you something else to think about.” Nate froze, silhouetted against the window, backlit by the moon. For a moment Jake’s resolve wavered, he was stunning, silver light glimmering on his black hair, dark eyes anxious. His instinct was to comfort him, reassure him, but he knew Nate well enough by now to understand that he needed something else.



“Get over here and take your clothes off, I want to see that pretty hide of yours.”



Nate edged across the room and stood in front of him, scuffing his bare foot into the pile of the carpet. He made no move to undress.



“Don’t make me ask you again Nathaniel.” Jake’s tone was mild steel. He crossed his ankles and relaxed into the chair, resting his hands lightly on the arms.



Storm cloud eyes gazed at him, testing how serious he was. He stared right back, unblinking, safe in the knowledge that he would win this little game. He always did. Nate’s shoulders dropped and he pulled his thin black sweater over his head. Even now, undressing in front of Jake brought a flush to his cheeks and his cock obediently to attention. He unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops of his waistband. He rolled it into a neat spiral and placed it on the arm of the chair just in front of Jake’s fingers, which were now tapping impatiently. Hurriedly he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. He was wearing his favourite underwear; low rise black Calvin Klein trunks that hugged the contours of his body closely. They were already damp, the stretchy fabric resisting his erection so that when he pulled them down his cock sprang free with a bounce. The diamond bead of moisture that had gathered at his tip seemed to float momentarily in the air before dropping to the floor in slow motion. A slight draft caressed his bare ass and the downy hairs on the back of his neck rose as Jake picked up the belt, got up and circled him.



He stopped behind him and Nate could feel warm breath on his neck as he leaned in closely.



“Are you ready to play?”



The whisper in his ear set his senses tingling, hyper sensitive to every stimulus. Fingers drifted down the side of his neck then followed the line of his arm down to his wrist. He shuddered as his arm was pulled back behind him while the delicate tracing touch drifted down his other arm. Jake threaded the belt through its buckle and placed the loop over Nate’s wrists, slowly pulling it tight. Then he threaded the free end of the leather between his arms a couple of times. The binding was snug, tight enough that Nate would be aware of the leather against his skin, but unknotted so that he could get free if he wished to.



He didn’t.



Warm hands stroked the curve of his ass, lingering at the point where soft flesh met firm thigh. His cock was painfully rigid, and when a hand snaked between his legs and grasped his balls he couldn’t stop an anguished cry from escaping his lips. Jake circled one hand around his waist, holding him tightly, while the other continued to torment him, squeezing to a point just shy of pain. Then the fingers retreated, rubbing between his legs until they hovered over his entrance. Without warning Jake plunged two fingers inside him and scissored them wide open. It was agonisingly wonderful. Nate couldn’t escape, couldn’t pull Jake’s hand away and he didn’t want to. He ground his ass back against him, driving his fingers in as deep as they would go. The hand around his waist dipped to grasp his cock and one swift tug was all it took to push him over the edge. He came hard and fast gasping at the heat that shot from the nape of his neck down his spine.



Swiftly Jake untied his wrists, pulled his arms in front of him and retied the belt.



“I’m not done with you yet; on the floor.”



He collapsed to his knees and Jake shoved him roughly forwards on to all fours, though his bound wrists meant that he had to rest his forearms horizontally on the carpet. This meant that his ass was pushed high into the air and Jake’s eyes glazed with lust at the sight. He stripped his own clothes off quickly and straddled him, positioning his thick cock at his entrance. He grasped his hips, took a deep breath and rammed himself home. He was so slick with desire that Nate took him to the hilt in one smooth thrust though he whimpered at the invasion. The sound spurred Jake on. He gripped narrow hips tight and pounded that beautiful ass like it was the last chance he would ever have. Had he been able to see Nate’s face, the tears spilling from his eyes might have calmed his frenzy. It was only after he had shot his seed deep into Nate’s body that he registered his sobs.



“Oh God, Nate!” The colour drained from his face as he pulled him into a hug, “I’m so sorry!” He waited for Nate to speak, expecting to be pushed away at any moment. Slim hands cupped his face, then soft lips met his own. Nate’s wrists were still bound but he didn’t seem to notice.



“Sorry for what, you daft idiot?”



Jake looked confused, “You were crying, I hurt you.”



“If you were on the receiving end of that battering ram of yours, your eyes would be watering too!”



“So you’re ok?” His eyes lit up with relief.



Nate ducked his head shyly into his shoulder, “I love it when you get rough, you know that. Does that make me a freak?”



“It makes you adorable.”



Jake untied his hands; “You could have got free any time you know.”



“I know.” His smile said it all. He knew exactly what turned Jake on too.



Jake admired the view as he headed for the shower, “Don’t think I missed you calling me an idiot Nathaniel.” His tone promised all kinds of interesting repercussions and from the look on Nate’s face as he glanced back over his shoulder he knew exactly what he had in mind.



Morning came all too quickly and Nate awoke with a sick feeling in his stomach. He wished Jake was next to him, the warmth of his body alone provided comfort and reassurance, but they had slept apart again. Slowly he became aware of a drumming sound. Heavy rain was beating against the window, its percussive rhythm accented by the intermittent howl of the wind. An elemental orchestra thought Nate, providing the perfect soundtrack to my fucked up life. He climbed out of bed and walked naked to the window. Pulling back the heavy drapes he pressed his forehead against the cool glass and looked past the bars to the distant hills. The heavy clouds sat oppressively low, dimming the light and casting a grey hue over the entire landscape. The connecting door clicked and swung open. Automatically Nate reached for his robe, but a commanding voice snapped, “No. Leave it.” Jake’s startling eyes and golden waves brought blue sky and sunshine into the room, lifting Nate’s spirits effortlessly. His body pressed against his back, a hand stroked from shoulder blade to hip.



“Fuck!”



Gentleness had been abruptly replaced by the sting of a hard slap across his ass.



“Much as I would love to stand here and grope you for the rest of the morning, we have a schedule to keep. You’ve got two minutes to dress or I’ll drag you to the pool as you are.”



The look Nate gave him was a combination of belligerence and hurt puppy. Jake wanted to spank him and kiss him simultaneously, but settled for an impatient growl that sent him running for his clothes.



The morning routine was uneventful. Nate was changing into work overalls ready for a long day of back breaking manual labour when Jake received a summons from his father. He was gone for over an hour during which time Nate suffered the agony of his own over-active imagination. When he returned his expression was grim. A slight shake of his head stilled the questions on Nate’s lips just in time as two security guards came through the door without warning.



“He’s working on the drainage ditches today. Don’t take your eyes off of him for a second.”



Nate didn’t resist as he was pulled roughly away. He was desperate to ask what was going on but didn’t dare risk raising suspicion.



As soon as he was gone, Jake kicked the edge of the bed in frustration. Carson’s paranoia seemed to have reached new levels and his orders were going to make Nate’s life even more unbearable than it already was. It was hard to see how he would be able to carry on with the charade of ignorance once he knew Carson’s plans for him. Jake was forbidden to talk to him about it — Carson would give him the news at their dinner that night. Something had clearly happened to trigger this change and Jake hoped that his colleagues at Prudentia were getting closer to identifying Carson’s motives. It had to be linked to money though. Jake had never asked what Nate was worth, what his inheritance was, and he didn’t want to. He feared that Nate would assume that his interest in him was financial and that was far from the truth. He had infiltrated his head and his heart with shy glances, intelligent humour and quiet courage. Jake had fallen hard and couldn’t care less if he was dirt poor or the richest kid on earth. He only hoped that by the end of the day Nate would be able to forgive him.



Nate was shoved back in to his room at around seven that evening. He’d spent nine hours up to his thighs in stagnant muck, raking weeds and dead leaves from the drainage ditches bordering the wooded part of the grounds, and he was exhausted. He stripped off filthy overalls and stood under the shower, turning the temperature up as high as he could stand it. The steaming spray did little to alleviate the ache of strained muscles, but eventually the smell of rotting vegetation was replaced by lemongrass and herbs as he indulged in a third application of Jake’s bodywash. Eventually he halted the spray and stepped from the cubicle, wrapping a towel around his hips. He leaned against the sink, thankful that he couldn’t see his own reflection in the steam masked mirror. Fatigue dulled his senses and he didn’t realise that Jake was standing behind him until he spoke.



“You’re hurt.”



“I’m fine.”



His automatic response was sharper than he had intended and he immediately felt guilty as Jake grasped his shoulders and turned him around. He lightly took hold of one wrist and pulled his arm up. Wet skin was streaked with smears of startling red as the scratches that covered his arms flushed with blood.



“Oh.” Nate’s voice was as fragile as spun glass, “Brambles.” He didn’t have the energy to say anything else. Jake examined his torn skin, most of the damage was superficial but some of the scratches were quite deep and stubbornly refused to stop oozing. He dabbed at ruby beads with wet cotton wool and then spread antiseptic ointment with a gentle finger. He taped sterile gauze neatly across the two worst scratches and removed a couple of stubborn thorns with tweezers.



“Ok?”



Nate knew that Jake wasn’t talking about his damaged skin. In less than half an hour he had to face his father and act as if he was unaware of the cruel deception he had been carrying on for years. He would probably have to take another beating for the same reason. His head dropped, damp strands of hair clinging to his face and he squeezed his eyes shut against imagined pain. A hand cupped his chin and lifted his head,



“Look at me.”



Thick, dark lashes flickered up to reveal dark eyes glistening with unshed tears. Jake swallowed hard, he was so fucking beautiful, he hated the thought of him being hurt any more.



“You don’t have to do this Nate, there’s no shame in putting yourself first for once.”



“Yes, I do.” He pulled Jake towards him and placed soft lips against his neck, kissing lightly. “I should get ready.”



He shaved carefully and dressed conservatively. His raven black hair was just long enough to pull back into a short tail, a style that served to accentuate sharp cheekbones. For a fleeting moment Jake caught a glimpse of the self-assured heir to a vast fortune that Nate should be. The image disappeared, leaving behind an uncertain boy with eyes much older than his years. He unlocked the door and escorted him down the stairs in silence. Nate knocked on the dining room doors and slipped inside. He didn’t look back.



It was strange, but as soon as he was facing his father in person, Nate felt his resolve strengthen and his fear dissipate. There wasn’t much that he could do to him that he hadn’t already done.



“Sit.” He didn’t remember a time when Carson had spoken to him in a tone other than that of a harsh order, though it must have happened when his mother was alive.



They ate in silence. It wasn’t until the dishes were finally cleared away and they were left alone that Carson began to speak. Nate stood with his hands clasped tightly behind his back and listened with increasing horror.



“Looking after you here is proving to be too much of a problem. Mr. Ellory and I have decided that you need to be kept somewhere safer so he has made arrangements to move you to Hawesley Manor. He feels that your protection will be easier to ensure there and I agree. Hawesley is unique in offering a secure environment for young men like yourself who need discipline and re-education.”



“It’s a prison. You have no right to send me there — I’ll take my chances in the real world.”



Nate knew all about Hawesley, he’d been threatened with it before but now it looked like Jake had conspired to make his nightmares come true. Hawesley was where rich families sent their rebellious offspring, away from prying eyes, until they conformed to what ever their families perceived as normal. It was the kill or cure solution for those with drug and alcohol problems or hell raisers who had been involved in criminal activities.