were standing in the queue at Glasgow airport security,
where Hooch had to mentally brace himself for being
touched by the security staff. He glanced at Matt
who seemed deep in thought. "Penny for your thoughts?"
should probably wait until we get to the lounge,"
Matt replied absently, "not something for a crowd."
brows rose, but before he could ask anything, it was
his turn to walk through the metal detector, get checked
out, take his boots off, turn his pockets inside out
and stand with his arms spread while being patted
down. Gritting his teeth throughout. When he was finally
released, got his clothes back on and had sorted his
hand luggage, he waited for Matt to join him. They
didn't speak until they reached the first class lounge
where Hooch let out a breath of relief. That part
was over, the one that followed was mainly the boredom
of sitting in a plane. "So," Hooch settled
in a comfortable chair, "what were you thinking
mainly." Matt replied."
thought about me." A statement. "What else
than the obvious?" Hooch ordered a coffee and
water when a young man arrived to ask for their wishes,
and waited until they were alone again.
how I can be
" Matt paused as a well-dressed
woman walked past their chairs, ignoring her batted
eyelashes, "more of what you need."
are everything I want." Hooch tilted his head,
considering. "After all this time, you now want
to be more of what I need?"
didn't say anything until their drinks arrived and
the waiter disappeared. "Let's just say I've
been thinking about it for a little while."
took a sip of his steaming hot espresso. "What
are your thoughts?" He held up a hand, "wait,
let me guess. You are enjoying power and control more
than you thought back when I first went to the club."
gave a hint of a grin. "I've had some time to
get used to it," he admitted, "and over
the years, I've picked up little bits here and there.
The phone calls are part of it."
this mean you'll come with me to the club? Trust me,
there's a lot of curiosity regarding the partner of
the guy who refuses to see anyone."
nodded thoughtfully. "Yes," he paused. "If
you think I'm going to live up to the advance publicity."
don't have to do anything. Just be there, and you'll
be regarded with awe." Hooch leaned back his
seat as he finished the espresso. "I might have
let slip how very much you own me without the need
for any bondage or pain." The smirk that graced
his face was positively evil.
in public, Matt knew he had to keep himself under
control, and not make the retort he wanted to. "Sneaky
Delta," he muttered, taking a sip of his mineral
water, though that was nowhere near as satisfying.
"When are you going next?"
weeks. I'm off to supervise a training exercise for
the next ten days."
Matt made an indeterminate sound. "Do I need
to get anything before then?"
depends. You can wear what you want, but I think you'd
look fucking amazing in skin tight leather."
Hooch managed a ridiculous leer over the rim of his
snorted before he finished his mineral water, trying
to hide how much that idea had interested him. "We'll
see," he said noncommittally.
know that cock cage
" Hooch suddenly said.
about it?" Matt tried not to think about it,
because thinking of Hooch's meticulously organized
and edited collection of 'toys' in the bottom drawer
of the bedside table was seriously inconvenient in
the first class lounge, full of imminently respectable
and staid looking people.
think it should be you who controls me wearing it."
Hooch pasted on a smile of utter blandness, as if
he was discussing the stock market.
only barely restrained himself from gaping. As it
was, he blinked hard and swallowed. "Can we talk
about this at home?" he said in a low voice,
with a nervous glance around.
as long as you agree that it makes sense."
thought for a while before he nodded. It seemed he
wasn't the only person who'd had been having thoughts
for a while.
you." Hooch said quietly and unexpectedly seriously.
Before either of them could get another word in, their
flight was announced.
gathered their jackets and hand luggage, and walked
to the boarding gate past the long queue. Turning
left into the plane, they settled into the comfortable
declined the champagne, as usual, and took a glass
of the offered mineral water. "Home," he
said with a sigh of contentment.
a long and boring flight." Hooch sighed, closing
his eyes. "Wake me when we land."
snorted at Hooch's habitual phrase when they travelled,
knowing that Hooch would no more than cat-nap, alert
to every single movement and sound in the plane. He
smiled at the cabin attendant as he returned his empty
glass, put on his headphones and tried to find something
on the entertainment system that didn't bore him to
tears, ready for the long flight home.
January-February 2006, Fayetteville
training exercise had been harder than previous ones,
because Hooch hadn't had sufficient time to get rid
of the jetlag beforehand. He wouldn't be Delta, though,
if he hadn't just ignored the fatigue. Still, ten
days later he was glad to be given a couple of extra
days off, but before he could head home and to his
well earned rest, he had to run a long-planned errand,
organized by the inimitable Mandy, now Mrs. Sullivan.
He texted Matt to let him know that something had
come up and he'd be later than expected. It was long
dark by the time he pulled into the secure parking
and texted Matt to meet him at the truck.
walked out quickly, curious. While being sparse with
details was hardly unusual for Hooch, asking him to
come out to meet him was sufficiently out of the ordinary
for Matt to know that something was going on. "What's
up?" he asked, as soon as he was in earshot.
stepped out from behind the truck, a leash wound around
his wrist, and at the other end a gorgeous example
of a greyhound. Sleek and elegant, well-trained and
curiously looking at Matt while standing close to
Hooch. "Happy early birthday, Matt."
jaw dropped. "You got me a dog?" he said,
feeling dumbfounded, but coming closer and holding
out his hand for the creature to sniff.
idea, she's been dropping hints like an Iraq shelling."
Hooch watched the dog sniffing and wagging his tail
in a friendly manner. "He's from the greyhound
sanctuary. Ex-racing dog, and lazy as all fuck."
He grinned. "His name's Rex."
Rex." Matt reached for the dog's ears and gave
them a thorough scratch, while the dog's whip-like
tail swung even more wildly.
you," he said to Hooch. "Haven't had a dog
for twenty years, not since high school."
Hooch handed Matt the leash, "plus you'll get
some practice in."
took the leash, looking at Hooch in confusion for
a second before the penny dropped.
looked at the leash, Rex, and then back at Hooch.
"I suppose now it'll be less embarrassing going
shopping at the pet store." Hooch got his toys
online these days, but as always, the memory of buying
Hooch's collar was burned in Matt's mind.
of which," Hooch reached into the truck to pull
out a load of dog owner paraphernalia, "I have
an extra two days off. What do you think about a 'trial
blinked. "What, now?"
not?" Hooch locked the truck and headed to the
stairs, arms full with kit and bags. "I've just
been training a platoon of guys, pushing them beyond
the limits of their endurance, while being jet lagged.
It was tough, intense, and I could do with some letting
go." He turned round to look at Matt, alone on
the garage stairs except for the dog. "You don't
have to do anything. Just let me wear the collar and
was standing still at the bottom, Rex wagging his
tail furiously while pressed against him. He looked
up at Hooch and visibly forced himself to release
the tension. "Have to start somewhere,"
he nodded, and followed Hooch up the stairs, with
Rex gingerly padded beside him, carefully placing
his paws on each step.
make it easy for you. No pressure." Hooch promised
before they entered the gym's reception area. All
hell broke loose the moment they stepped inside, with
a delightedly squealing Mandy, who made a fuss of
Rex and produced a custom-made coat for him with the
gym's logo and name on, and several customers, who
petted the dog who lapped up the attention like a
sponge. Hooch, meanwhile, took the baggage upstairs,
except for a spare water bowl that was to live in
the reception area, and found spaces for the dog paraphernalia.
Eventually, he went into the bedroom to undress, letting
out a big sigh as the tension began to drain with
every piece of clothing he took off, until he was
naked and went for a shower to get himself cleaned
inside as well as out.
tearing Rex away from his new fan club, much to the
disappointment of both dog and humans, Matt made his
way up to the apartment. He unclipped Rex's leash,
letting the dog explore his new home, noting where
Hooch had placed the various bits and pieces. The
running shower let Matt know where Hooch was. After
a longing look at the couch, which Matt correctly
interpreted and then returned with a suitably stern
look, Rex curled up on the dog bed placed under one
of the windows.
water stopped just as Matt came out of the bedroom,
having retrieved Hooch's collar from its usual place.
couple of minutes later Hooch emerged with damp hair,
freshly shaved face and balls, and trimmed groin and
ass. He looked tired but fairly relaxed, less tense
than Matt had expected. He glanced at the curled-up
dog, the now empty food bowl, and smiled at Matt when
he discovered the collar in his hands. "Thanks,"
he said while stepping closer.
returned the smile as he slipped his hands around
Hooch's neck, fastening the collar, leaning towards
his ear. "I promise this time it won't end the
way it did the first time," voice low and husky.
The slightest brush of his lips above and below the
collar, then the lightest sting of his teeth as he
nipped, just a memory, before he pulled away.
it's been a few years." Hooch teased, then slid
onto his knees and simply leant into Matt. Face pressed
against Matt's stomach, breathing in deeply the familiar
hands went to Hooch's head, lightly ghosting over
the damp hair. "Do you want to stay out here
or move to the bedroom?" he asked, before remembering
that he was the one who was supposed to be deciding.
"We should move to the bedroom," he corrected.
More comfortable, given how tired Hooch was. Besides,
having Rex's curious eyes on him felt distinctly odd-which
was strange as he'd never felt any discomfort with
having humans watch him.
looked up and nodded, before standing up. Matt took
his hand and led him to the bedroom, where Hooch stood,
waiting until told what to do.
me," Matt said simply.
Hooch did. No hesitation, immediately following the
order. Expertly taking Matt's clothes off with great
care, from the trainers over vest top and shorts,
to the briefs. He stayed on his knees when he was
hand went to Hooch's jaw, lifting it upwards. Contemplating
whether to make Hooch take him into his mouth, knowing
that Hooch would do whatever he asked. Turning his
hand around, caressing Hooch's jaw with just the back
of his fingers. "Up," he ordered, deciding
against it, at least for now, "into bed."
body gave him away, with his movements less fluid
than usual, it talked of fatigue and exhaustion, but
his face didn't show the relief he had to be feeling
as he sunk onto the firm mattress. The look he gave
Matt but simply calm.
climbed in after him, pulling the covers over them
both. He smoothed his hands down Hooch's body, ignoring
his own arousal, which had been slow to catch on at
first, but was now insistent. "Sleep," he
soothed, "we'll continue this tomorrow."
He watched as Hooch drifted off, obedient and relaxed.
Matt waited until Hooch's breathing changed, and then
got up and padded to the bathroom to take care of
matters before slipping back into the bed.
stared at the ceiling for what felt like long hours,
thoughts racing through his head.
scent of coffee wafting under his nose drew Hooch
into consciousness. He opened his eyes to a room flooded
with sunlight, and Matt standing in the middle of
it. Dressed, holding a tray which he proceeded to
put down on the bedside table, and which was loaded
with not only coffee, but also what was usually banished
from the apartment: fruit-filled pastries, cinnamon
rolls, and even waffles. With butter and maple syrup,
Matt said softly, sitting on the bed next to Hooch.
"How do you feel?" Fingertips on the side
of his face, lightly heading downwards, just touching
the edge of the collar.
blinked himself awake, it took him two seconds from
sleep-drowsy to wakefulness. Revived and with his
energy returned. "Good." He'd needed the
sleep after the ten hard days and nights, and the
sense of being owned and taken care of the collar
provided him, had helped him relax completely. "I'm
not dreaming the unhealthy, sugar-laden, butter-dripping
occasion," Matt smiled. He pulled back, fingers
lingering before he picked up one of the coffee mugs
and gently placed it into Hooch's waiting hands.
the special occasion?" Hooch scooted up to sit,
taking the first sip with a look of pleasure on his
tell you after breakfast, I have an idea." Matt's
fingertips returned to the collar, moving slowly downwards,
lingering momentarily on Hooch's left nipple, before
leaving the skin. Selecting one of the cinnamon rolls
and putting it on a plate, he handed it to Hooch,
exchanging it for the cup.
tilted his head, but he knew better than to ask. He
bit into the pastry when offered, allowing a small
sound of pleasure at the burst of flavors. During
the last ten days, as grueling for the Delta Force
trainer as for the recruits, he'd lost weight despite
eating as much as he could, but he was burning it
quicker than he could keep it on. He made his way
through the first pastry in record time, then went
onto the waffles dripping with syrup.
watched him with satisfaction, his own coffee cup
in hand, and indulging in a raspberry Danish. Waiting
until Hooch had demolished the pile of sugary, sticky
treats-he didn't dignify them with any other name-before
sitting next to Hooch on the bed, on top of the covers,
hand on Hooch's chest, fingers lightly resting on
the left nipple again. "I think," he said,
with just the smallest hint of a caress, "that
a ring here would look amazingly hot," he paused,
"and leave no doubt whatsoever that you were
mine." Hoping he hadn't overdone it.
eyes widened a fraction. He swallowed down the last
bite, dark eyes on Matt's face. "What about the
a low sound in Matt's throat, "we'll see how
one goes first. Wouldn't want to rush things."
Hooch agreed without hesitation. "When?"
afternoon." Matt tilted his head to one side,
"so you're healed up a bit before we go to the
drew in an audible breath. The duvet hid his almost
instant arousal, but Matt knew him well, he could
tell from other signs such as dilation of his pupils.
mysterious smile, so unlike Matt. "I wouldn't
like you to be bored with me." Matt leaned forward
to breathe into Hooch's ear, hands undoing the buckle,
removing the collar. "You're all sticky, and
not in a good way. Shower."
nodded, surprised, but that quickly changed to calm
acceptance that was so unlike the turmoil and storm
that was Hooch. When he got up, there was no hiding
any longer of his full erection.
quickly coiled the collar and laid it aside before
tugging Hooch towards the bathroom, turning on the
shower and making sure the water was a comfortable
temperature before urging Hooch inside. Quickly getting
out of his clothes, Matt joined him, glad the cubicle
was large enough for the two of them with room to
closeness and the warm water certainly didn't diminish
Hooch's erection, but he ignored it, because Matt
was ignoring it. Hooch's mind, right now, he was doing
nothing he wasn't told to do-he didn't even want anything
he wasn't given. Decompressing in the secure knowledge
of not having to give any orders, not having to make
any decisions, and not having to be the tough Delta
Force instructor that he was. It was a new experience
for Hooch, to be washed by Matt and to be taken care
of, for there was no other word for how Matt treated
him, and it did something to him that he couldn't
shut the water off, guided Hooch out of the shower
and dried him thoroughly. "I have a class to
take," Matt said, matter-of-factly as he helped
Hooch into loose, comfortable clothes, which did nothing
to hide his hard-on. "Why don't you chill and
keep Rex company?" He looked down at Hooch's
erection. "I'll take care of that later this
sucked in a breath, then nodded. Matt Donahue did
seem to have it in him, after all. Or maybe he'd just
grown up while growing accustomed to Hooch and his
special brand of crazy. "Yeah, will do. I just
get my netbook."
Matt gave him a lingering kiss, and left the bathroom.
sound of paws in the corridor, as Rex looked first
at Matt's retreating back, then stuck his head around
the bathroom door to see Hooch standing perfectly
still, before apparently deciding that he had clearly
been adopted by two lunatics, and returning to the
living room in a huff.
Matt returned around lunchtime, Hooch was on the couch,
fast asleep, the netbook slipped off his lap and open
on the floor. Rex laid out in all his long-legged
glory along Hooch, wedged between couch and body,
Hooch's arm on the snoozing dog. Hooch was wearing
the collar again, and his face looked younger and
softer than Matt had seen it in a long time.
picked up the netbook from the floor, closing it quietly
and putting it in the middle of the dining table,
to prevent any accidents. He sat down on the only
unoccupied spot on the couch, putting a hand on Hooch's
arm to wake him up.
himself, Hooch didn't wake immediately, but swatted
at the hand on his arm, mumbling something about Rex
and stop and to go to sleep the fuck already.
don't blame the dog, it's me," Matt chuckled.
"Do you want some lunch?" The chuckling
grew as both Hooch and Rex sat up at the last word,
turning dark eyes on him.
shook his head to clear the cobwebs off. "Fuck,
did I conk out again?" He eyed the dog beside
him, who looked first at him, then at Matt with expectation
and a little dribble. "He's more desperate."
Hooch pointed at Rex.
dog looked at Matt, who shook his head. "Come
on then, both of you." He got up off the couch
and went into the kitchen, filling the bowl with dry
food for Rex, and back to healthy food for Hooch and
sat at the table, watching Matt. He'd never tried
to help with any cooking, as it was safer for both
of them if he never did. "I checked out after
care for piercings."
turned to look at him. "Is it going to interfere
with work?" he asked, always aware that Hooch's
work involved some fairly dangerous shit at times.
Make that most of the time.
if I'm careful. Salt baths every day, barbell first
not a ring, and I can always tape it up if necessary."
Hooch flashed a grin. "Even Delta are not naked
most of the time."
couldn't hold back a snort at that, thinking of all
the impressive shiny equipment, fancy uniform and
toys that Delta had (and seemed to break, lose, or
otherwise render useless all the time). "It should
be alright in a couple of weeks, then. Or I can just
tell everyone else to keep their paws off you."
healing takes several weeks, sometimes months."
Hooch tilted his head, focused on Matt. "Can
I make a request?"
made a noise of agreement and looked at Hooch, turning
off the heat from the stir-frying vegetables.
of my job, would you consider having them put both
in at the same time? Would cut the healing stage down
eyebrows went up. "Sure." He blinked. "Wow.
If I thought you'd be like this about them
you told me you want me to be pierced. There is nothing
I wouldn't do if you ordered me to, because I know
you'd never demand anything unreasonable." The
hyper focus on Matt increased. "If you tell me
to get my cock pierced, I will. If you tell me to
get my ass tattooed, or my chest, or my arms, or anything
else that isn't visible when in uniform, I will. If
you tell me to wax my body hair, I will. Do you understand?"
The intensity was almost palpable. "That's what
ownership means, and I've always been aware of that."
was an audible click of teeth, even though Matt had
managed to stop his jaw from dropping. Seeming to
collect himself, he stepped closer, but then stopped.
This wasn't about physical touch, or even physical
symbols, even though Hooch was wearing the collar.
"Yes," he swallowed, once more reminded-though
he'd always been aware-of the power, the trust, that
Hooch had placed in his hands. The growing heat when
Hooch had mentioned all the other possibilities, strangely
appealing. Things to file away and consider for another
day. "Yes," he repeated.
turned back to the food, as though he could somehow
distract himself with the more mundane tasks, but
even they were about how Hooch was under his control
when they were under the same roof: Matt deciding
what they ate, when they ate it. Matt dished out the
lunch, putting Hooch's plate in front of him with
the bottle of chili sauce, but eating his own plain.
Quiet, deep in thought, both about the plans for the
afternoon and what he had seemingly agreed to do and
be-for many more years to come.
lunch, Matt was the one who led the way down to the
garage and drove to the tattoo parlor - he'd made
the appointment at a place recommended by several
of the regulars at the gym, known for its meticulous
standards and adherence to hygiene, and the complete
unflappability of its staff in the face of any and
request, however, was very much on the tame side for
the business. After the usual warnings and advice
about proper care, the deed was done with remarkable
efficiency and speed.
the crazy masochistic bastard that he was, enjoyed
the pain of the piercings far too much. He stoically
watched the needle being pushed through the nub of
flesh without the any flinch, with his hard-on uncomfortably
trapped in the tight black denims, but neither did
the staff bat an eyelid, nor did Matt acknowledge
his predicament. The fresh wounds were lightly bandaged,
and they were sent on their way with information on
snuck a glance over at Hooch in the passenger seat,
bulge still obvious though his face remained impassive,
looking straight ahead, eyes half-closed. "Nearly
home," Matt said, though he wasn't sure whether
this was to Hooch or himself.
" strange, painful, sore, different,
Matt echoed, exhaling. A risk, though one that had
paid off. "I can't wait until I can put the rings
in," he said. The plain, polished steel rings
he'd bought to put in, once the wounds had healed.
How they would gleam against the tanned skin. Watching
Hooch's reaction, which was a tiny, hardly visible
tremor, as they pulled into the secure parking under
the gym and got out of the car. Matt was thankful
that Hooch's obedience extended to not objecting to
Matt driving, for once. This seemed the only time
Hooch could let go and not need to control every aspect
of his life including the driving 'in case his combat
driver training skills were needed'.
hurried past the reception area with a cursory greeting
to Mandy, eager to hide the very visible erection,
which had no place in a respectable gym. He didn't
even stop for Rex's obligatory petting.
had to force himself to slow down, to behave normally,
greet Mandy and a couple of the regulars who were
hanging around, and soothe the upset Rex, before heading
short time it had taken Matt, it had been long enough
for Hooch to get out of his clothes. He stood in the
middle of the room, naked, the collar snugly back
around his throat, the white of the taped bandages
over his nipples bright against his tanned skin.
that both doors were firmly locked, Matt walked up
to Hooch slowly, shedding his clothes as he went,
knowing that Hooch's eyes were on him every step of
the way. Standing right in front of Hooch, his hand
brushed against the taped bandages, gently at first,
and then just enough pressure to sting, before stroking
Hooch's weeping cock. "I told you this morning
I'd take care of this," Matt told him, strokes
firm. "I keep my promises." He took his
hands off Hooch and took a step back. "Turn around.
Bend over the couch."
suppressed a shudder, his cock so hard for so long,
he was that desperate, he had to force himself not
to make a sound as he turned as ordered and bent down
low, spreading his legs far apart. Dipping even lower
until his arms were outstretched, hands gripping the
top of the couch, head lower than his ass. Spread
as wide open as it was possible. He felt his breath
come in short gasps, straining for control.
counted slowly in his head to ten, drawing out the
tension, before stepping closer, hands on Hooch's
ass to spread him further apart. Nudging forward,
he went slowly because he was without any lube except
for his pre-cum; going slowly, so that Hooch could
feel the gradual burn and stretch as he pressed forward;
going slowly, so that Hooch could feel every inch
of him as he entered and claimed. Possessing. Owning.
groan that forced itself out of Hooch's chest told
Matt how very much Hooch was his indeed, right now,
with fraying control. Hooch's long, strong legs trembled,
his knuckles turned white in an ever more desperate
grip on the couch, and his muscular back shuddered
on Hooch's hips holding him still as Matt moved, once
he had buried himself deep inside. Long strokes, knowing
that Hooch was so aroused from the piercing and the
long anticipation that it would not take much for
him to come apart. Besides, Matt's own control was
rapidly disappearing as his thrusts grew more erratic,
Hooch bucking under him with increasing desperation.
every last fragile remain of his control, Hooch cried
out, forced himself backwards and onto Matt's cock,
meeting his powerful thrusts to increase the onslaught
of sensations. It was too much, far too much to take,
and he came with an intensity that made his knees
collapsed into him, Hooch's spasms drawing out his
own orgasm as he emptied himself into Hooch. Only
barely remembering not put his full weight on the
body beneath him, for fear of abrading the newly pierced
nipples further, but pulling him up and to the side,
they fell onto the other half of the couch together,
Hooch cradled in Matt's arms.
Hooch murmured, still shuddering through the last
remaining tremors, "are quite something, Matt
are you, Hubert Bozic," Matt held him close,
nuzzling Hooch's neck, just above the collar. "As
a few more moments resting, waiting until their heartbeats
returned to normal, Matt reluctantly eased away from
Hooch and padded to the bathroom to quickly clean
up, before returning with a wet cloth do the same
for the boneless Hooch. Satisfied with his work, he
went to the kitchen to prepare the salt solution for
the new piercings, feeling Hooch's eyes on him as
he moved around the living area.
you're not falling asleep?" Hooch's amused and
sated voice came from the couch.
no, not yet." Matt was back as he removed the
dressings and started to wash the wounds in the salt
solution. "That's later. When you fuck my brains
hissed at the salt solution on the wounds, then ignored
it. "I'm ten years older than you, you have to
give me some time." He looked down onto his nipples,
and damned if he didn't love the metal against his
smirked as he continued to tend to the tender flesh.
"We have all the time in the world, old man,
all the time in the world."
are you calling an old man? You do realize I could
kill you with one hand and very little effort, kid?"
you calling a kid?" Matt grinned as he finished
with the salt water and moved back to properly admire
the metal shining against Hooch's tanned skin. "Who'd
look after you then, huh?" He stood up and reached
down to pull up the boneless Hooch. "Now, you
still haven't caught up on your sleep from the training
exercise. Back to bed with you and I might even join
you for a bit of a snooze."
grinned sleepily and followed Matt into the bedroom.
He couldn't help the yawn. "Got to make sure
I don't bleed onto the bedding."
stopped, mainly," Matt said, pulling back the
covers, "but what's a go through the washing
machine? They need to breathe a bit, and I like the
look of that metal on you. So much so, I'm going to
take a lot of photos, trust me on that."
grinned then yawned again and slipped under the covers.
"Anything else you want me to get pierced, just
say so." He let the words stay in the room, turned
onto his side, relishing the ache in his ass as he
closed his eyes. He was beat. Again.
got in next to him, holding him close and enjoying
the feeling of Hooch in his arms. Relaxed, rested,
at ease. Touching the collar with his lips thoughtfully,
he thought of the next fortnight until the club, pondering
a few more ideas before he, too drifted off to sleep.
was back at work after his long weekend off. Pierced
nipples carefully taped to avoid irritation of the
still fresh wounds, and with renewed energy after
the first weekend of what felt like a new chapter
for Matt and himself. He wasn't expected back home
before his usual time in the evening, but at mid-afternoon
there was a small commotion outside the front door,
which made Mandy look up and listen.
was clearly Hooch's voice that she heard outside over
the sound of an idling vehicle.
I am fine."
couldn't understand the reply, probably muffled by
coming from inside the car.
said," Hooch's voice again, carefully pronouncing
his words in the sharp way he had when he was getting
annoyed, "that I am fine. Get back to base and
make sure my truck's here by tomorrow."
other voice again, and then Hooch's, louder this time
and clearly pissed off. "Get your ass back to
base, Corporal. I said I am fine, now fuck off!"
outburst was followed by the sound of the engine revving
and the vehicle taking off, probably faster than it
few seconds later the frosted glass door opened and
Hooch stepped through. He held his pack in his left
hand by its straps, while the right was secured in
an elevated sling with a plastic cast around the wrist
and most of the hand. His right eye was swollen, butterfly
strips holding a gash above it together, and most
of the right side of his face was bruised.
battered and so pissed off, he was positively steaming
jaw dropped. "What happened?" she asked
Just don't." Hooch fumed, dropping the pack beside
the reception desk. "The fucking idiot should
be thankful I could only hit him with my left and
merely broke his nose."
staring, Mandy swallowed. "Do you want me to
if he's busy taking a class." Hooch walked over
to the vending machine and fumbled for coins in his
uniform's back pocket, but utterly failing. Too unused
to using his left hand, which only pissed him off
accustomed to military men to know that any attempt
to assist would just make things worse, Mandy shook
the shoulder of the equally gaping Danni at the reception
desk, motioning her to go off and get Matt who was
due to finish a class in five minutes, and to intercept
him before he headed off to the showers. She stayed
and kept an eye on Hooch.
crept out from behind her legs and stared at Hooch
warily, figuring that it was a bad idea to get too
near to large, angry men wearing combat boots.
Hooch hit the vending machine with his left fist,
before whirling round to vent his anger somewhere
else, but his gaze fell on Rex who whined at his outburst
and slunk back, cowering. "Sorry." Some
of Hooch's anger deflated at the frightened look of
the dog. "Wasn't aimed at you." He held
out his good hand but didn't crouch down as he usually
looked up at him, still wondering who this large,
angry man was who had taken the place of the comfy,
mellow human of the weekend. He hunched down and slinked
closer, before cautiously touching a nervous, trembling
nose to Hooch's outstretched hand.
sorry, Rex." Hooch petted the dog's head, controlling
his anger in the face of Rex's fear, who gradually
gained confidence. Hooch was still petting Rex, albeit
awkwardly, when Matt came through from the gym, towel
round his neck and sweaty.
Matt's voice was barely audible. He'd been warned
by Danni, but the reality was somewhat more than he
expected. "What happened, man?" All-buddy
like in public.
happened? Some fucking idiot thought he was Rambo
and didn't need combat driver training and would show
off his 'skills' to me. That's what happened."
Hooch growled, but gave another pat on Rex's head
let's get you upstairs for a change of clothes."
Matt reached for Hooch's pack. "Come on."
followed Matt onto the stairs. "Do we have coke?
Full fat? I couldn't get the motherfucking machine
to work." Despite all the good work Rex had done
in controlling his anger, it was flaring up again.
the emergency stash," Matt told him. A couple
of glass bottles they kept at the back of the fridge.
The stuff with sugar, not corn syrup, that was a pain
to track down but that Hooch preferred and craved
when his body was depleted.
fuck." Hooch went to the couch and slowly sat
down, preferring the left side. "What a fucking
mess," he groaned with his head back and eyes
closed. "I'm signed off for the next seven days."
was rummaging at the back of the fridge for the coke,
before retrieving a single precious bottle and bringing
it to the couch to put it into Hooch's grateful hand.
If Hooch noticed that the cap had already been removed,
he didn't say anything.
emptied the bottle almost in one go, before opening
his eyes again. "They had to pull me off that
Matt frowned. If so, standards were slipping. But
they wouldn't waste Hooch on anyone else.
Thought he didn't need training, was already hard
as nails." Hooch gingerly touched his swollen
eye and tried to frown, but quickly gave up on that.
"He fucked up his chances, might be kicked out
altogether. Crashed the vehicle and me in it. Doesn't
look good on his record." He pointed to his elevated
hand. "No fracture, just sprained, or I would
have stuffed his balls down his throat."
snorted, perfectly aware that Hooch probably had come
very close to doing just that before he was pulled
off the idiot. "Anything else apart from the
obvious?" meaning the injuries.
for yourself." Hooch indicated his uniform and
then wiggled his left hand with a look of frustration
on his face. "I'm shit with my left."
on then, to bed, so you can lie down properly."
Pulling Hooch up and urging him the short distance.
Stripping Hooch was awkward with the sling. When he
lay down, naked, Matt inspected the damage, which
consisted mainly of bruising down the right side.
More discoloration than damage. He noticed the tape
over his pierced nipples had been removed and at his
questioning look Hooch rolled his eyes. "I had
to get checked over. Medics had a field day."
eyebrows went up. "What did they say?"
I should know better."
smile tugged at the edges of Matt's mouth as he traced
a fingertip over the left nipple. "So what's
new?" playing with the tender nubs and then going
to the right, to make things even. "Do you want
me to change the dressing on the cuts yet?"
drew in a sharp breath, watching the progress of Matt's
finger with his intense focus. "No, I'm fine.
They told me the butterfly strips should stay on,
the rest is surface damage." He looked up, "I've
snorted, knowing full well, then the expression on
his face turned thoughtful. "Any plans for the
next seven days, then?" he asked, deliberately
than equally getting bored to death and being pissed
off that I can't train Lucifer, while looking like
a painter's palette gone wrong? No."
dancing over skin, stopping at the second half of
Hooch's sentence. "Funny you should say that."
Matt's fingers flattened, pressing into an unbruised
section of Hooch's abdomen, sliding around and resting
on his hip. "I've been thinking about what you
said on the weekend, about doing anything I asked
if it wasn't visible when you were in uniform."
Hooch made a distracted sound, then focused at Matt's
last words. "Yes." Not a question.
find that I do like these," he bent down and
brushed a kiss on each nipple, "very much."
He straightened. "But I was thinking that when
we go to the club, I should make it a little more
obvious that you are mine. My mark, right here."
The hand that had been on his hip, gently but firmly
moving under Hooch on his uninjured side, until fingertips
pressed into Hooch's back, just at his waist.
eyes widened. "What were you thinking of?"
Full acceptance, without knowing what Matt had in
leaned closer, almost nose to nose. "Ink. Permanent.
My mark tattooed on you, where everyone there can
lips parted, stunned for a moment, his heart racing
as adrenaline spiked within seconds. "Yeah. I'd
he swallowed, "like that."
smile grew. "Good." He drew back. "Should
probably wait a few days until the worst of this goes
down first, though." Indicating the mess that
back's fine," Hooch protested, "and I'm
only bruised, nothing major."
means I can book you in." Matt replied. "But
first," he stood up and rummaged in the wardrobe
for the comfy, loose clothes that Hooch normally hated
to wear, "you're going to get some clothes on
and settle on the couch and watch that stack of DVDs
that you bought in Edinburgh. With the dog, because
I have to get back downstairs."
Hooch groused, but didn't complain when Matt helped
him into the clothes. Even putting socks on one-handed
was awkward, and navigating anything but drawstring
waistbands seemed nearly impossible. They opted for
a shirt, easier to pull on with his arm in a sling.
"I'd feel a lot better if I could use the idiot
as a punching ball."
imagine by the time the guys on base are through with
him, he'd prefer it if you had," Matt said dryly,
imagining what a guy who'd probably be thrown out
because of his own idiocy would be going through.
Not feeling a shred of sympathy, not when the idiot
had been responsible for Hooch's injuries.
followed Matt back out into the living room, where
he settled down on the couch, the remote in his hand,
and a space left free for Rex. Having evidently forgiven
him, Rex rested his chin on Hooch's uninjured thigh,
staring at the television, barely acknowledging Matt's
departure with a lazy twitch of an ear.
Matt returned later that evening, he found Hooch asleep
on the couch on his good side. TV on mute but running,
a blanket over himself and Rex, who had curled up
in his customary spot at Hooch's stomach. A few remnants
of dog food in the bowl showed Matt that Hooch had
fed Rex, and a bottle of pain killers right beside
Hooch's cell phone gave Matt a good indication that
someone, probably the doctor herself, had called Hooch
to bully him into taking the pain killers as instructed,
since the man hated taking them because they made
him drowsy. Hooch didn't even stir when Matt stepped
closer. Only Rex looked lazily up and twitched his
Rex," Matt gently smoothed a hand over the dog's
ears. "He been OK?" Rex laid his head back
on Hooch's stomach as though saying 'yes, calm at
last, and he has rotten taste in movies.'
smiled and turned to Hooch, reaching out to touch
his shoulder, but deciding against it, before heading
to the kitchen, knowing that the sound and smell of
food being prepared would wake Hooch anyway.
was well into cooking dinner before Hooch stirred,
woken by the combination of smells from the kitchen
area, his rumbling stomach, and Rex getting off the
couch-where he'd become a regular thanks to Hooch's
bad influence. He was bleary-eyed, unlike his usual
instant waking, and several hours after the accident
he was stiff and sore, and not in the good way.
want to use the table, or stay on the couch?"
Matt asked, guessing that Hooch was in considerably
more pain than he would ever show.
Hooch groaned and stretched carefully. Sleep had been
forced onto him from the painkillers, but it had made
every muscle and bruised part of him seize up and
protest the movement. Eventually he got up and to
the table. "I hate those goddamned pills."
Hooch carefully, Matt set the food on the table, a
casserole that was easy for Hooch to eat with one
hand. "How often are you meant to be taking them?"
four hours." Hooch yawned, awkwardly covering
his mouth with his left. "Not going to. They
knock me out."
the point." Matt was adamant. "You need
a chance to heal up." He paused, not knowing
how close to tread. "You're not supposed to be
that knocked up before you go to the club."
damn. That's one reason I was so pissed off."
Hooch glared down at his hand still elevated. "I
haven't been for months."
know." Not since September, one of the longest
stretches yet. "So you'll need time, and rest."
A small smile as Matt speared a cube of chicken. "Plenty
of time to think what you might want to do, and to
wonder about what I've got planned before then."
brows rose, but then he remembered Matt's mention
of a tattoo from earlier. "I'm not knocked up
everywhere." Looking at Matt over his fork, dark
lashes shadowing even darker eyes.
up enough," Matt was firm. "Besides, you
get some of your best ideas when you're bored."
That mysterious smile again, so unlike Matt, "and
the bruising needs to go down a bit before some of
the other things I have in mind."
also get seriously annoying and a right pain in the
ass when I'm bored." Hooch countered, then gave
up trying to eat with the fork, reaching for the spoon
eyes flashed as though he was enjoying some private
joke. "Oh, there'll be pain, though I don't know
if you'll enjoy it or not." Ignoring Hooch's
accurate prediction that after a week of boredom,
he would be well-nigh unbearable. "Do you need
to tell the club that I'm coming or anything? Do I
have to fill out a new form?" Remembering the
plethora of forms when Hooch had joined.
tell them. Wouldn't be surprised if they let you come
quizzical look. "Why?"
" Hooch let the spoon move slowly
on the half empty plate, looking for the right words.
"I think I'm quite popular." He shrugged.
" but you're always blindfolded and
never speak to anyone there, Matt was about to say,
but stopped, when he realized just what Hooch was
trying to say. "Do they know about me?"
he asked, genuinely curious.
they know is that I'm yours." Hooch put the spoon
down to wrap his hand around the back of his neck,
rolling his head. "They know you own me and they
know what I'm like, so I guess they figure you're
superman or something."
only barely restrained a snort. "I see, plenty
of advance publicity I'll have to live up to, then."
Echoing what he'd said in the airport lounge when
they'd started talking of this. It seemed half a lifetime
ago, and he was surprised to remember it had only
been a couple of weeks. A very enlightening couple
grinned. "You won't have to do anything, just
be there. Kiss me, if you want, because I never allow
anyone there to kiss me. I don't care about them,
they are just tools to deliver what I need to function."
Hooch pushed the unfinished plate away. "But
you, you're different."
realized he'd just been playing with his food, and
put down his fork. "How?" though he suspected
the answer, Hooch, honest to goodness talking, was
a rare enough thing that he didn't want to discourage
are the tools so I can be with you." Hooch trailed
off as he tried to find words once again. The eternal
struggle. "I want to be your partner, and the
only way I can be that without going off the rails
is by them being the tools to keep me in check."
He frowned lopsidedly. "You're different because
you're never a tool, you're the goal."
Just when he thought he had a grasp of Hooch, he went
and pulled this sort of shit. But it made a strange,
bizarre sense, it really did, in its fucked-up way.
"Do you," Matt swallowed, "do you think
you?" Hooch countered.
easy to say 'yes', the answer he wanted to be true.
"I don't know," barely audible. "Sometimes.
Most of the time." Taking control of himself,
Matt took a deep breath, placed a hand on Hooch's
looked at Matt's hand on his, and there was no denying,
a fleeting expression of hurt had crossed his face.
"It's been how long?" He asked quietly.
"You think I ever get there?"
do." Two words. Unknown when, or how, but somehow,
sometime, they would.
few days later, when Hooch's injuries had healed somewhat,
and he was so antsy and twitchy from the forced inactivity
that even Rex refused to sit on the couch with him,
he and Matt returned to the studio where he'd had
the piercings done.
had clearly been having discussions with the artist
about the actual design, because there was no more
than an introduction, a shake of the hand, and then
a talk on the particular technique to be used and
aftercare before the obligatory forms and disclaimers
were signed and explained, before Hooch was motioned
to a chair. He was asked to take his top off and his
denims, to straddle the chair and lean forward, and
he did so almost gratefully.
was looking at him steadily, as though wanting to
ask him whether he was sure, but also holding back
from asking, because that was not what Hooch wanted.
sound of the artist putting on rubber gloves in Hooch's
back, then a hand on him, motioning him to bend a
little further, and steadying him in readiness.
first time the tattooist's needle pierced his flesh
was like a scratch to his skin. A short, intense sensation,
immediately followed by the next and the next once
more. Relentless, as long as the tattooist worked
on the design. Hooch tensed his muscles, but there
was little on his lower back except for smooth skin
over sinews and bones.
began to sweat and lowered his head, his breathing
shallow as he sank into the buzz the endless 'scratch'
of the needle gave him. Through all the time it took,
far longer than he'd expected, Hooch was hard while
lost in the physical sensation, coupled with the knowledge
that now, for the first time in his life, he was truly
drive home was silent. Hooch sat in the passenger
seat with his eyes closed, the expression on his face
thoughtful. Matt pulled into the secure parking at
the gym and got out, going around to the other side,
ready in case Hooch needed a hand out, but not offering
it unless it was needed. As he'd expected, Hooch didn't
ask for any help, getting out of the truck with slightly
can we take the elevator?" Matt asked, watching
Hooch's stiff movements but knowing that Hooch wouldn't
ever admit weakness. "Forgot I promised Mandy
I'd bring up a box of brochures. Just wait a minute."
He disappeared into the storeroom and emerged with
the bulky package and pressed the button.
Hooch was grateful he didn't let it on. He waited
until they stepped inside the lift before he spoke.
"You're a shit liar, you know that, Donahue?"
snort as Matt leaned against the lift walls. "I
wouldn't have to if you didn't always have to be the
big scary Delta in public."
in public?" Hooch grinned.
doors opened and Matt went to put the brochures under
the reception desk, saying hello to Mandy, and greeting
Rex from his new place sprawled on a rug in the reception
area, heading to the door up to the apartment. Rex
lazily stayed where he was, enjoying the winter sunshine,
and the compliments and company of the clients.
followed up the stairs, slower than usual, but clearly
upholding the 'big bad Delta' image. "How long
has it been?" Hooch went straight to the kitchen
area, starting to make coffee in their fancy machine.
glanced at the clock, as though he didn't already
know. "Nearly four,." he told him, standing
on the other side of the kitchen bench. "How
does it feel?"
Hooch craned his neck to look at Matt. "Translated
to: good." He was a lot calmer than before, and
the antsiness born out of boredom had disappeared
steady look, before Matt was satisfied that Hooch
wasn't being stoic and invincible. He accepted the
coffee with a nod, and took a sip. "Do you want
to have a look?" he asked.
to what you might think," Hooch added a lot of
cold milk to his double espresso, "I'm damned
well dying of curiosity.".
go get the mirror from the bathroom if you go to the
bedroom?" Matt asked, already heading in that
nodded, went off to the bedroom where he sat down
to take his boots off. Bending over was tricky with
the gauze taped over his lower back, which felt as
if all of his back had been covered up. He'd pulled
off his shirt and denims and was working on his briefs,
when Matt returned.
do it," Matt put the mirror down on the bed.
"Close your eyes."
brows rose a fraction at the command, but he did as
Matt told him to. He stood up when he was naked, eyes
closed. Matt positioned him in front of the mirror,
before carefully removing the gauze, holding his breath
as he did so. He exhaled audibly when Hooch's back
was bared, before picking up the mirror and taking
a step back. "Open," he said softly, holding
the mirror so that Hooch could see the artistry.
opened his eyes, stared at the vast expanse of ink
all across his lower back. "Holy shit!"
nearly dropped the mirror. "You don't like it?"
question. You wanted me to have this, there's no way
I wouldn't like it." Hooch turned from left to
right, best he could, to look at the tribal design
from all angles. Black ink against his tanned skin,
spanning all across his lower back and dipping down
in the middle, pointing downwards to his ass crack.
"It's a lot bigger than I thought. Shit, Matt,
it's amazing." He squinted his eyes and stilled.
" trying to see
clearer, "is that an 'M' and a 'D' in the design?."
too early, too sore for Matt to put a hand there,
to trace over his initials on Hooch's back, the curves
and the lines cunningly hidden in the design. He stepped
closer, touching Hooch not on the tattoo, but his
unbruised shoulder, leaning close. "Mine,"
he said simply, "and anyone who gets close enough
to see you will know."
held Matt's gaze in the mirror. "Yours."
His next breath was shaky, and he could feel his cock
getting half hard. "Your piercings, your tattoo,
your mark." Getting more aroused by the second.
"This is the goddamned motherfucking hottest
thing in my life."
Hooch's arousal through the mirror, the eyes so dark
they looked all pupil, his hardening cock was one
of the most erotic things that Matt had seen. His
hand slid around to Hooch's chest, lingering on the
pierced nipples before slowly trailing down his stomach,
fingers brushing on the light dusting of hair.
fingers slipped off as he stepped back, around, dropping
to his knees in front of Hooch. "Keep your eyes
on the mirror." He ordered, before swallowing
knees buckled at the sudden onslaught, but he braced
himself, set his feet apart and kept his eyes firmly
on the mirror. The back of Matt's head, the way his
neck moved, his shoulders, the broad back, and how
the sensations of Matt's tight lips, pressing tongue,
light scrape of teeth, and constricting throat, contrasted
with only being able to see his back, and nothing
always, the little convulsion and shudder just before
Hooch came, and Matt sucked down harder, increasing
the pressure, feeling the warm rush of liquid, swallowing
every drop and lapping Hooch clean before sitting
back on his heels.
me." Hooch murmured. His voice thick and rough
with lingering arousal.
look of disbelief as Matt took in the fresh tattoo,
the bruises faded to mottled yellow, the strapped
wrist, the other injuries. "Ah, no. Not right
now. Not when you're injured front and back."
face." Hooch urged, lowering himself to sit on
the edge of the bed and spreading his knees apart
for Matt to stand between them.
warred with doubt on Matt's face, wary that this was
another one of Hooch's moods that would be too far
in his condition. He stepped closer, between Hooch's
legs, then brushed his cock against Hooch's lips.
bruising on Hooch's face had gone down, and the cut
was healing well. There was nothing that could and
would hold him back right now, and when he parted
his lips to let Matt's cock slide between them, he
immediately opened his mouth wide, grabbed hold of
Matt's hips, forcing him closer and Matt's cock deep
down his throat. The sound Hooch made was choked-off
bit back a sob as Hooch sucked him greedily, pulling
him in, the grip on his hips almost painful as he
fought to keep his hands away from Hooch's head. Touching
Hooch lightly on the shoulder, letting him know he
was about to come, before it felt like he was coming
apart. Anchored only by the strong hands on his hips
and his cock down Hooch's throat. He was kept close
and down, Hooch's throat convulsively flexing around
Matt's cock as he came. Hooch fought his gagging reflex,
wanted and needed to, punishing himself with his eyes
watering, but wanting Matt's cock to cut off his air,
more than he wanted anything else.
panting, Matt felt himself slowly come back into his
body, and withdrawing from Hooch. "That,"
he said when he had his breath back, "was amazing."
wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "Yeah."
His rough voice the only indication of what he had
just done. "Just as your mark on my body."
smile, as Matt flopped on the bed next to Hooch, eyes
on the tattoo, before meeting Hooch's eyes again.
"Mine," he repeated, wanting to trace the
lines but knowing that he shouldn't. He sighed. "I
guess I should cover these up again, at least until
huffed. "Right now I come with a maintenance
manual. Bathe and disinfect the nipples, moisturize
and disinfect the tattoo. What next?"
hadn't expected the gleam in Matt's eyes, a contrast
to the sated expression. "Nothing until next
week," he told Hooch, "that should be the
last thing, and it's not permanent. And there's less
aftercare." With that, he got up off the bed
and padded off to the bathroom for the first aid kit.
stared after him, thinking how wrong he had been.
Matt did have it in him, after all.
had to continue moving carefully for the next few
days, as his injuries from the training accident continued
to heal, but he was much less restless. He submitted
mock-grouchily to Matt's tending of the tattoo, but
the feel of those callused fingers on his skin was
better as it had always been, as they now traced the
swirls and lines that marked him as Matt's.
Hooch went back to work, confined to his desk and
administration, he was grateful that his slightly
stiff movements were accepted by everyone as remnants
of the accident. The medics, however, who had to check
him over, shook their heads and told him off at the
discovery of the tattoo-they expected it of soldiers
in their twenties, not instructors in their forties
who should know better.
week before the President's Day long weekend, Hooch
had been working late, putting in place plans for
an Exercises in spring. He often didn't make it home
until Matt had gone to bed in readiness for his early
morning class, and Wednesday night was no exception.
Hooch returned to a largely dark gym and apartment,
but Matt was sitting up in bed as Hooch entered the
bedroom after his shower. When he got into the bed,
Matt wrapped his warm body around Hooch's chilled
one, skin to skin, not a hair between them, because
Matt had none left below his neck, not even the groomed
patch of pubic hair he usually kept.
I'm going to be showing myself off this weekend, I
might as well make sure I'm presentable," he
said in response to Hooch's silent query. Hooch's
hands remained where they were on Matt's newly-denuded
skin, as Matt continued. "I've made an appointment
for you tomorrow evening on your way back from base.
I've told Pam you lost a bet," he added, meaning
the beauty therapist who usually took charge of Matt's
vanity. "With one of the instructors from Camp
Lejeune," the flash of his teeth visible in the
darkness, knowing it would rile Hooch.
fucking bastard," Hooch growled, but he didn't
quite hide the grin. The feel of Matt's perfectly
smooth skin under his hands silenced any objection
he might have had. "Is that an order?" Nuzzling
smiled and titled his head back to allow Hooch more
access. "Yes, it is. After two piercings and
a tattoo, it should be a breeze."
grumbled, "I'll do it, but it's close to telling
me to get my root canals done."
knows, you might turn out to like it. You seem to
like it on me," Matt chuckled.
had my legs waxed once, when I did lose an actual
bet. There's good pain and there's bad pain. Waxing
doesn't fit into the first category. I don't understand
how you keep having it done." To prove the opposite
of his point, he caressed the smooth skin of Matt's
back, down to his ass and back up again.
wriggled under the firm movements. "I like being
smooth and you've certainly never objected."
He gasped as Hooch's fingers slid between his ass
cheeks, checking that he was, indeed, completely bare.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he
asked, pushing back on the fingers.
way of warming up, huh?" Hooch leaned in closer,
nipping at the sensitive skin below Matt's jaw.
you're a better source of heat than anything I know,"
Matt shifted slightly so that he was lying on his
back, legs parted, "but that doesn't mean you
can get away with not warming up the lube first."
laughed, leaned over to the bedside drawer, and proceeded
to do just that.
Matt's beautician, was as efficient as she was amused
at Hooch's 'lost bet', and even more so at the string
of profanities that accompanied each and every one
of her expertly swift movements; ripping off body
hair that had never received to such torture before.
crescendo of his swearing, when she got to his pubes,
made her laugh out loud and she had to stop in her
administrations of the hot wax. "I suppose this
will teach you to tangle with the Marines," she
teased. "Come on, the faster we get this done,
the less it'll sting."
wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You're lying.
It'll sting just the damned same."
more when you draw it outs" she countered. "I've
been doing this for a lot longer than you. Now hold
eyes followed her movements to the little pot of hot
goo and back with an expression of absolute misery
on his face.
will probably be the bit that hurts most," she
warned him, picking up a cloth strip from the pile
on the trolley.
no shit." Hooch spread his legs so she could
get access to every little nook and cranny. "Are
you going to say the same about my ass crack?"
she said cheerfully. Ripping away before Hooch could
do more than give a strangled yelp in answer, and
continuing with quick, sure movements. Making sure
every bit of skin was bare, pausing only to get a
set of tweezers for a few stubborn hairs.
motherfucking shit!" Hooch shouted. "Why
don't you flay me while you're at it?"
tut," Pam admonished him, enjoying the process
entirely too much. For men who put their bodies through
unimaginable pain, it seemed that her military and
sports clients were such babies about this simple
procedure. "All done at the front now. Besides,
this can't possibly hurt anywhere near as much as
those," she indicated the pierced nipples, "or
the tattoo on your back did."
way." Hooch grumped, but obeyed and turned onto
his front, spreading his legs as far as the surface
allowed. "This is different, it's agony of a
very special kind. Hell, it even tops a cigarette
knew better than to tease about the cigarette burns,
noting the pattern of small round scars on his skin,
and even though she knew that he couldn't see her,
she hid her smile behind her hand as she stirred the
goo again. Matt had said that his roommate would be
a bit cranky about losing the bet to the Marines instructor,
but this passed even her expectations. "My mother
says," she told him, holding him still while
spreading the wax, "that you shouldn't wager
anything it won't hurt you to lose." Getting
a cloth, pressing it down, pulling it away, mentally
steeling herself for the expected shouting.
Hooch yelled and bucked up. "That's fucking worse
than the front!" He craned his neck backwards
to look at her. "Did your mother mean literal
she chuckled, "but this is the last bit. So,
the less you complain, the quicker this will be over."
on, I can see you can hardly wait. You're enjoying
this too much, you should have been a member of the
KGB." Hooch braced himself one last time.
didn't answer, because he was completely right. Admiring
the perfect curves of his ass she spread the warm
mixture, pressed, ripped. "Just a few more seconds,"
she told him as he started to relax. "I'll do
a tidy up with the tweezers."
people thought she was joking when she said that sometimes
she really did love her work.
Hooch got out between clenched teeth, "you liar."
But he stayed still and tried to think when was the
last time anyone had inspected his ass crack with
quite so much concentration.
suppressed her laughter as she completed the task
quickly and neatly, with just the last few stubborn
short hairs pulled out. "Do you want a mirror?"
she asked, dropping the tweezers in the container
I'll wait." Hooch didn't want to tell her for
what. "I've had enough of it for now." He
moved to sit, legs dangling down and only his toes
touching the floor. Completely un-self-conscious,
forgetting that officially, he was supposed to probably
feel self-conscious around a woman. Looking down at
himself, he was about to touch the slightly reddened
but perfectly smooth skin of his groin, when she swatted
his hand away.
No touching and no sex for twenty-four hours. No hot
baths either. You don't want to get bumps and spots,
do you?" Hooch looked vaguely horrified at the
prospect and she smiled. "It's only the first
time the waxing is quite so uncomfortable. The hair
is coarse and deep-rooted." She turned to look
into her bag and pulled out a dark blue bottle. "Here,
it's special skin care, use this all over your body,
it'll help prevent skin irritation. Don't use body
lotion for a day, but have a gentle body scrub in
stared at the bottle, then her. "Do I look like
someone who owns body scrub and uses lotion?"
look like someone who eats nails on toast for breakfast
and burps fire," she replied cheerfully, "but
appearances are deceiving, I'm told." She paused,
then picked up a printed piece of card that had been
on the shelf. "Here are the instructions. Don't
forget. But I'm sure Matt will tell you if you do.
He's a complete pro at this. Hardly screams at all,
raised his brows. "He doesn't, does he?"
took the card and the bottle, before pulling on a
pair of boxers, because he wasn't supposed to wear
tight underwear. "And I get to pay for this 'pleasure'."
grin. "Well, that's what happens if you mess
with the Marines." Pam picked up the dirty towels
and left the room so that Hooch could get dressed.
shook his fist at her. "Army above all."
He grinned as she left and put on his clothes. His
skin felt strange, hyper-sensitive, and he'd never
been so naked before in his life. Naked and defenseless,
and that he liked. Exposed to the very last bit.
daypack in the living room and the faint sound of
typing was evidence that Hooch was already back by
the time Matt had finished his last class and climbed
up to the apartment. He walked to Hooch's study to
find him hunched over his netbook, Rex sprawled on
the floor next to him, looking bored.
Hooch said without looking up from the screen, "you
hardly ever scream anymore?"
she told you," Matt groused, but with a grin.
"Didn't want you to think that all this,"
a hand down his body, "came without effort."
know that a lot of effort goes into your body."
Hooch looked up with an exaggerated leer. He half-spun
round on his desk chair, sprawling and looking up
at Matt. "No sex, she said."
do you think I booked it for today and not tomorrow?"
Matt grinned back. "How was it?"
A motherfucking nightmare. Tweezers in my ass crack?
Your beautician should star in a horror flick."
couldn't hold back his laughter. "She does do
a thorough job, doesn't she?" He tilted his head
to the side. "Come on then, let's have a look."
no touching." Hooch mimicked Pam, holding up
his finger. "No sex for twenty-four hours, no
touching, you don't want any bumps, do you? No body
lotion, body scrub in two days, and use this to prevent
skin irritation." He pointed at a blue bottle
on the desk, then stood up. "What the fuck was
she talking about?"
need that unless you want ingrowns," Matt told
him. "Just put it on after your shower. The only
thing that makes it any better is keeping it up and
just getting used to it."
looked with increasing focus at Matt. He didn't say
anything for longer than was comfortable. "Take
a look," at last, "then answer me a question."
He pulled the shirt over his head and opened his belt
buckle, to make quick work of trousers, boxers and
bare and smooth, skin reddened. Not that he'd had
much hair to begin with, but the effect was quite
Matt was dimly aware he was staring, and dragged his
eyes up to Hooch's face. "What's the question?"
you want me to keep it up?" Straight to the point.
blinked. "Not if you don't want to. Seriously,
so long as I don't get hair in my teeth, I don't mind."
shook his head slowly. "No, you didn't answer
my question. I rephrase: do you prefer me like this?
Do you want me like this?"
what Hooch was asking, what he needed, Matt bit his
lip. "Yes," he said truthfully. The perfectly
honed lines of Hooch's body, shown off without the
light covering of hair; the groin bared, completely
vulnerable, completely exposed. Dimly remembering
one of the many websites he'd been scouring in the
last few weeks, discussing why most subs and slaves
were shaved, to emphasize that they had no control
over what happened to their bodies, that they had
nowhere to hide.
considered his answer carefully. "Then I will."
He took a step closer to Matt, nude body almost touching
the clothed one, and lowered his voice. "I don't
want to be given choices when it comes to my body."
Matt hesitation, "I'm still getting used to this,"
am I." Hooch said quietly.
few breaths of silence.
for a shower? I'll put that stuff on you afterwards."
I still have the stench of hot wax in my nose."
Hooch made his way to the bathroom to get the shower
watched them go, and then crawled under Hooch's desk
for a nap. They wouldn't be paying him any attention
for a while.
Saturday morning, Matt left Hooch still sleeping in
their bed to go downstairs to take the early morning
class. After bidding farewell to the smaller numbers
than usual, because of the long weekend, he went to
his office to retrieve the box that he'd kept there
since it had arrived the previous week. He'd only
tried on the items once, to make sure they fitted,
but now was the real deal. He carried it back up to
had woken up in the meantime, showered, shaved, caffeinated
and breakfasted, and was doing some work on a large
map spread out on the dining table. "Morning."
Matt answered, putting the box down. "What'cha
the next exercise trail run." Hooch pointed to
Matt's box with his pencil. "What's that?"
well, it's what I'm wearing tonight," Matt answered.
"Do you want to see or should that be a surprise?"
He stopped. "There are change rooms at the club,
course. I don't drive there naked with just a collar.
It costs shit loads of money, they got everything
you could want." Hooch looked at Matt. "It
is up to you if you want me to see it or not."
should have known. "Just let me know if it's
ludicrously inappropriate." Matt opened the lid
and lifted out an armful of soft black leather. "What
do you think?"
black leather." Hooch deadpanned.
suggested it." Matt smoothed out the leather
trousers, and something with straps. "I'm not
sure about the harness," he said, "but it
looked good on the model."
are aware that no model is as good looking as you
snorted at Hooch's teasing, but started to pull his
T shirt over his head anyway. Stripping off the rest
of his clothes, he had to sit to wriggle into the
tight leather. Knowing his exact measurements from
the tux he'd had made for the wedding had helped him
get the closest size, which meant that when he stood
up, it clung to him like a second skin.
do you think?" he asked, looking at Hooch.
fuck." Hooch breathed out with obvious approval.
"Yeah, those fit. And the harness?"
picked up the tangle of straps and, after working
out the arrangements, slipped it over his head. "Help
me with the buckles?" he asked, stepping closer
fingers were remarkably gentle as he stroked over
Matt's perfectly smooth and perfectly tanned skin,
contrasting with the black of the leather and the
metal buckles. Once he'd tightened the harness in
all places, he guided Matt with his hands on Matt's
shoulders to turn round and face him. Taking a step
back, Hooch looked at him for a long time. "You,
Matt Donahue, are motherfucking hot. You look fucking
have a reputation to uphold, you said," Matt
reminded Hooch. "I thought I'd make an effort."
He looked down at himself, the inevitable result of
Hooch's touch and proximity and the tactile warmth
of the leather having the inevitable effect. "What
time do you think we should get there? I've blocked
out all of today in case there's any prep you want
he cut himself off, and then corrected "
prep that needs to be done."
acknowledged the correction with an upwards tilt of
the corners of his lips. "I usually just shave
again and clean myself out, that's it. Twenty-hundred
hours is a good time, leaves plenty of space for scenes."
His hand almost touched Matt's hard-on, but stopped
short a millimeter before the leather. "May I?"
nodded, mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed, then confirmed.
did, palming Matt's erection as he stepped closer.
"Tonight," his voice had dropped, "you
can order me to do anything to anyone, and can allow
anyone to do anything to me."
nostrils flared as he tried to stop his knees from
buckling. "Yes," he breathed, "and
tonight you're leaving the collar at home."
sucked in a breath. Everything would be different
this time. Better.
took advantage of a lazy Saturday morning to just
chill after Hooch had sucked Matt off, but didn't
get to come in return. Matt spent a lot of time thinking
about the night, especially when he started packing
his overnight bag for the hotel, which he did with
care. A change from his usual method of efficiently
throwing a few items into a bag in a few seconds,
habits learned in the Marines never leaving him completely.
didn't show any signs of preoccupation with the night's
plans, except for retreating to the bathroom for a
while, to get cleaned thoroughly. Going commando under
a less tight fitting pair of denims than usual, he
chose to wear a loose black flannel shirt.
Matt had their bags by the door, keys in hand. Trying
not to betray his nervousness. No matter what happened,
everything would be different after tonight, though
better or worse he had no idea.
seemed calmer than he usually was when he went to
the club. "Yeah, ready. I usually check into
the hotel first. You got a twin room?"
nodded. "Yep," as usual when they were in
the States-and especially within this state. "Mandy
came and got Rex while you were in the shower, so
we're good to go."
picked up the truck keys. "Let's go." He
seemed relaxed where he usually appeared tense before
a visit to the club. All the way on the drive to Raleigh
he projected a calm that eventually rubbed off on
checked into the hotel, a large, soulless one where
they were no more than numbers on a vast database,
and went upstairs. "So, what now?" Matt
asked, after making sure that the heavy door was securely
go to the club." Hooch smiled. "If you're
swallowed and met Hooch's eyes directly, a calm he
didn't quite feel, but tried to pretend. "I am."
Yes. He'd made the decision to step down this path
with Hooch, and now, after putting the markings on
Hooch, now was when he would finally find out whether
he could go all the way down this road.
touched Matt's face. "If you want to leave, or
if things get too much too quickly, just call me Hooch.
I don't use safe words for myself, but this is not
about safety." He let his fingertips run down
Matt's face. "No one knows my name. The people
there only know me as 'H', so if you call me by my
name, it'll get through to me, in whatever situation."
into the caress, Matt made a movement that was close
enough to a nod. "Let's go, then." He said,
let Matt through the door first, then slipped the
key card into his back pocket as he followed him to
the elevator. The ride to the club was short and silent.
They were greeted by staff in reception, in the same
perfectly efficient and discreet manner as always,
handing a brand new members' card to Matt, explaining
how it functioned simultaneously as key card and as
purchasing card at the bar and restaurant. A young
man, dressed in a tailored suit that showed off every
line and angle of his body, and with a narrow black
leather collar around his neck, led them through to
the changing area, which was as scrupulously clean
and as well-furnished as the rest of the place. Instead
of lockers there were personalized wardrobe spaces,
accessible via the members' card, and comfortable
changing rooms to provide privacy for those who wished
it. Hooch pointed to one of the doors with a questioning
look on his face.
who had been silent all the way through, comparing
the memories of his only visit to the club four years
ago and the new areas he was seeing now, looked in
the direction that Hooch was pointing. "Is there
anything I need to keep in mind before I get changed?"
he asked, feeling strangely calm even though he could
feel his heartbeat up to his ears.
opened the changing room door with his card. "I
suggest you observe in the beginning. You get a lot
of clues from how the other people react to our arrival."
gave him a quizzical look as they entered, but remembered
Hooch's prediction that he'd be 'a celebrity.' He
put his bag on one of the benches as Hooch closed
the door and started to undress.
he was naked, Hooch turned to look at the full-length
mirror with a sense of fascination, before focusing
on Matt. "Need help with the buckles?"
had been admiring Hooch in the mirror too, the metal
and the ink on the smooth body. He had managed the
trousers on his own, but still held the straps of
the harness in his hands. "Yes,"
slipped the harness onto Matt, calloused fingers caressing
the smooth skin as he went along. His touches seemed
almost reverent, as he closed the buckles and adjusted
the leather until it sat perfectly. Their eyes met
in the mirror, and the contrast between the nude body
with its metal and ink, and the body in black skin
tight leather and combat boots was stunning. "I
have never been that naked." Hooch murmured.
turned, hands touching first the barbells in Hooch's
nipples and then trailing behind to the tattoo, over
the bare flesh. His marks, all fresh and still healing.
His marks, on Hooch. Their eyes met, in person and
not in the mirror. "No, you're not naked. You
wear my marks. You'll never be rid of them. Or me."
effect of Matt's words on Hooch were evident, his
cock half-hard. "Does that mean I've reached
the goal yet?"
back to the talk in the kitchen. "When I said
that I didn't know, that was the truth." Matt
began, "but I think the reason why I didn't know
whether you had got there was because you've always
been there. From the start. From the day you didn't
walk out of that mud hut in Saudi, and the day you
turned up at my door after we'd both left the Gulf.
We're in this together, no matter what happens."
smiled, his emotions showing on his face, usually
bottled up and locked away. "Thank you."
Just that. "Ready?"
took a deep breath and nodded. "Ready."
unlocked the door then handed the card to Matt to
keep it. "It's a first for me as well,"
he said, as he waited for Matt to step out first.
"I've never seen the place nor anyone in it."
slipped the card into a pocket cleverly hidden in
the low waistband of the trousers, before raising
an eyebrow at Hooch, and remembering that Hooch had
said he was blindfolded at the club. "Let's go,
then. I wonder if they've redecorated since we got
the tour the first time round."
door closed behind them with a soft sound, and so
did the next one, as they exited the main changing
area. As they stepped out into the hallway towards
the theatre, Hooch slotted himself a step behind and
to the side of Matt. It surprised him how easy it
was, and how he didn't have to watch his steps nor
think about his speed, perfectly in sync with Matt.
He should have known, after all these years, but this
was new territory. Some people they encountered openly
stared at them, as if trying to figure out who they
were, while others kept their eyes down, yet others
again appraising Hooch's entirely nude body, and Matt's
perfectly sculpted one.
they reached the main room, it took only a few seconds,
before a male voice called out in disbelief "H?"
what Hooch had said earlier, Matt turned around to
face Hooch who kept his gaze straight ahead, but focused
on Matt the moment he looked at him. Only Hooch, with
his attuned senses and knowing Matt so well, could
see how he steadied himself. "Onto the stage
obeyed immediately, moved the few steps to the raised
platform in the middle of the crowd, and sank down
to his knees. Hands behind his back, staring straight
ahead and into the distance once more. Kneeling in
full view of everyone.
raised his voice to cut through the sound of the people
around them. "Is that who you call H?"
The male voice that had called out earlier was heard
again, as the man stepped closer. In his late thirties,
the disbelief on his face, but not his voice. "You
" he trailed off, "of course
you are, you're his Master."
Matt corrected and a murmur rose across the crowd.
Like waves of amazement and respect rippling through
subs and doms, males and females alike.
man stepped out of the crowd. Tall, broad, bearded,
thick dark hair over even thicker muscles. "Allow
me to touch?" he asked Matt.
Hooch recognized either of the voices, he showed no
held the other man's eye for a fraction longer than
was comfortable, then nodded, inclining his head towards
man went across and took Hooch's chin in his hand,
tilting the head up to inspect the face. Only Matt
could read Hooch so well, he saw the minuscule jump
in his muscles, as if controlling the urge to attack
the man. "Dark brown," the man commented.
He checked the smoothness of Hooch's skin, tweaked
the freshly pierced nipples, which made Hooch's nostrils
flare. One large hand took hold of Hooch's half-hard
cock, the other gripped his smooth balls, giving both
a brutal squeeze. Hooch's cock reacted instantly.
The man looked up with an approving look, but before
he could say anything, Matt called out: "Turn
immediately obeyed the command, moving on his knees
without the use of his hands, presenting his tattooed
lower back to the crowd.
a long inspection, the dom straightened up and looked
at Matt. "He bears your mark," he stated,
his voice full of awe.
course." It felt so strange, at once detached
and possessive, wanting to tear the man's arms off
for touching Hooch, and yet feeling removed from it
all. Matt couldn't deny the surge of power at the
respect and awe in the eyes of the others.
first man joined Hooch. "Will you be using H
tonight?" he addressed Matt. The eagerness that
this might not be what Matt had planned, was written
across his elegant face and audible in his New England
accent. "Or do you want him to be used for your
Hooch's reassurance rather than seeing it, Matt considered
for a moment. Much as the thought of others touching
Hooch made him stew, this time-at least at first-he
wanted observe, as Hooch had suggested, to get a sense
of what it was that Hooch needed. One thing to imagine
it from the half-sentences and the aftermath, quite
another to see it. "I shall watch," keeping
his voice cool, "you may use him."
many?" A third voice asked from the crowd. A
black guy stepped through, with shaved head and fit
body, the unmistakable look of a someone who was still
or had been in the military. "There are several
of us who are H's regulars."
gave an appreciative look at the guy's muscles, pretending
to consider, as if he didn't know the answer Hooch
craved. "You may," the same level tone,
"I'll let you know when he's had enough."
quite answering the question, but allowing him to
stop at any time.
all had scenes with H," the tall and elegant
guy said, identifying himself as 'Eagle', "and
each of us realized we had a hard time breaking him
on our own."
him'. Matt knew this was what Hooch craved and needed,
but it still felt like a gut punch.
been having extended scenes here on stage with several
of us together for the last two years." The black
guy added, who called himself 'MC', the moniker telling
Matt all he needed to know about the man's military
see," Matt nodded, trying to pretend a calm he
didn't feel. "And now?"
at the men, each of them so different. Wondering,
at the back of his mind, what it was that each of
them did to try and break Hooch.
most of all know how unbreakable H is." The hairy
biker-type guy drawled, the name 'Skull' tattooed
on his neck.
a forth man stepped forward. Short but broad built,
identifying himself as 'Tank'. "You're his owner."
you want us to give you a scenario?" Eagle asked.
looking at Hooch, but continuing to keep his eyes
on the men, Matt inclined his head slightly. "Yes."
Feeling the eyes of the men on him, on Hooch, who
was still kneeling with his back to most of the room.
spoke up first. "Ropes. I'm a shibari master."
He didn't elaborate any further, clearly expecting
Matt to know what he was talking about. "H is
a tough bastard, can withstand the worst positions
for the longest of periods." He was in awe of
Hooch's stamina, that was obvious. "I want to
try a new technique, hang him from a beam."
like to deliver pain." MC said lazily with a
slow, almost predatory smile. "H takes a lot
of whipping, beating and flogging before he screams.
You must be a damned genius to manage on your own."
He nodded towards Matt.
raised an amused eyebrow at MC. "Wandplay. I
got H to be able to take the second to largest one
the last time he was here. You've been training him,
haven't you?" He flicked his wrist, "and
electricity. H got a special scream for that."
only raised his right arm and made a fist, smirking.
wasn't sure how he managed to keep a straight face
through the introductions, and the assumption that
he knew what they were talking about, and that he
did them to Hooch. Each sounding worse than the other.
He wanted to run out of there, dragging Hooch with
him, but this was what he had promised to do. He knew
that Hooch needed this, needed what these men gave
him, and he would never understand it if he did not
see it through. He hoped that his audible voice didn't
sound as shaky as his internal one, as he nodded at
Tank. "You can start."
of the four men stepped onto the stage, and turned
Hooch round to face the rapidly gathering crowd of
spectators. Hooch kept staring straight ahead at nothing.
This was 'H', and the scene was going to be extreme.
Everyone who'd ever been to the club knew of Hooch,
and most had seen him on stage. The fact that 'H'
was there for the first time with his owner; not wearing
the collar, not blindfolded, but bearing new and permanent
marks of ownership on his body, was enough to bring
a buzz into the whole theatre and raise anticipation.
Staff seemed aware, too, looking more ready to serve
than ever. This night was going to be something special,
and no one wanted to miss it.
talked to a member of staff who vanished behind the
scenes, MC conferred with one of the bartenders, and
Tank motioned to staff to bring his kit. While waiting
for the natural ropes to arrive, all cut to the same
lengths, he laced his fingers into Hooch's short hair
and pulled his head far back. He held out his hand
and Skull handed him a broad metal posture collar
with rolled edges, but no padding, and secure locks.
Tank placed it around Hooch's neck and snapped it
shut, forcing him to keep his head up and back, so
high Hooch struggled to swallow. He couldn't look
down, couldn't see what was happening to him, and
while not blindfolded, he was effectively blind. The
effect of the discomfort was immediately obvious on
his cock, now fully hard.
looked on, trying to keep his face impassive; trying
to ignore the buzz behind him in the crowd. Watching
Hooch, the way his cock hardened as he was manhandled
into the collar, unable to make eye contact with him
now. Matt fought to remain still at the sound of machinery
above them, as a heavy metal beam, perhaps eight feet
long, was lowered on long steel chains.
murmuring in the room grew as a male staff member,
wearing a collar, latex hot pants and nothing else,
returned with his arms full of ropes. He placed them
down at Tank's feet before walking away backwards,
never turning his back on the stage. Tank picked up
the first length of rope just as Skull and MC took
hold of Hooch's wrists. They were obviously used to
working as a team. Matt kept his eyes on them steadily,
careful to observe Hooch's reactions, oblivious to
and MC pulled on Hooch's arms, stretching them out
as far as they could, while Tank positioned the beam
behind Hoch's shoulder blades and outstretched arms.
Eagle stepped behind the other two men and held the
beam in place, to stop it from swinging on its chains.
Tank took the first length of sisal rope, wrapping
and knotting it around Hooch's biceps. Tightly binding
his arms upper arms to the beam, meticulously and
alternately, trying the immaculately placed rope artful
knots. Rope binding deeply into flesh and smooth skin,
but never cutting Hooch's circulation off. A true
shibari master, slowly and confidently creating a
piece of art, as he bound Hooch's wrists to the beam
as well, then proceeding to fix the hands and each
finger, leaving him crucified to the physical extremes.
fixed a tight cockring and ball spreader onto Hooch's
hard cock, ensuring he would stay erect without being
able to come. Hooch, spread out, muscles and tendons
tensed and clearly displayed, the faint gleam of metal
in his nipples only serving to emphasize the power
and the strength of his body, bound and trapped by
the ropes. Cock weeping and reddened against the leather
straps and metal.
mouth was dry long before Tank completed his complicated
dance with rope and knots, which now crossed and bound
Hooch's chest and abs. Sisal pressing tightly into
strained muscles, to emphasize the strength of the
with his work, Tank nodded to someone at the back
of the room, and the bar started to rise, pulling
Hooch off his knees and onto his feet, until he was
stretched out, displayed for all the room to see,
and yet the beam rose higher.
and Skull remained at Hooch's side, and when Tank
finally gave the order to stop the lift, Hooch hung
free, unable to touch the ground with his feet, the
full weight of his body supported by his outstretched
arms and strained shoulders.
couldn't see his face, upturned to the ceiling as
it was, but he saw Hooch's breath come shallow and
fast, the barbells in his nipples catching the light
as his chest moved rapidly.
of the two men took hold of one of Hooch's legs, and
at Tank's nod they spread them impossibly far apart,
holding them in place while Tank bound Hooch's ankles,
as securely and as artfully as his arms and upper
body. Fixing the ankles to metal rings in the stage
floor, he kept the body suspended and open, and under
an incredible strain. Tank went on to bind Hooch's
legs, displaying bunching muscles and cutting into
delicate flesh at his groin.
Tank was done, he had created a work of art made from
rope and body: intricate twists and elegant knots.
A masterpiece of pain and discomfort as Hooch's body
hung suspended and stretched to the extremes, but
kept accessible at the most sensitive areas. His smooth
skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making
Hooch's tanned body gleam in the light of the theatre.
Caged and framed in rope. Muscles, tendons and extended
veins straining against the bonds.
thought it was just as well he'd kept his words to
a minimum so far; there was no way he'd be able to
say anything when it felt like there was an enormous
lump in his throat. Watching Hooch, undoubtedly in
agony, but knowing this was what he needed, craved,
and that he had promised to watch tonight.
looked at Matt, before he stepped back to join Skull
and Eagle, letting MC take centre stage. The muscular
man had ordered one of the ever present staff to bring
an array of tools of corporal punishment, such as
a heavy yet flexible black leather paddle, adorned
with blunt metal studs that delivered the maximum
damage without breaking skin. Several floggers and
whips, and even switches. MC turned to Matt as he
picked up a sturdy flogger with an abundance of long,
thin round leather cords, and a whip with several
strands of thin braided lead-tipped leather.
owner," he addressed Matt, "which one to
was then that Matt realized he hadn't given his name,
nor a pseudonym. No matter, though, because that wasn't
important here, all he was was H's owner. Matt hoped
that the gulp he took as he tried to force the lump
down his throat wasn't visible. One thing to watch
Hooch strain against the cruel ropes, muscles painfully
constricted and his own weight pulling him down-quite
another to see the collection of tools, all for the
purpose of inflicting more pain. He repressed the
shudder that ran down his spine at the thought of
any of them striking Hooch, and looked MC straight
in the eye. "The whip, first," he said,
hoping that it would be the slightly less painful.
"Careful of the piercings and the tattoo. They're
nodded in agreement and put the flogger down, before
testing the whip. The sound stark in the room, despite
the murmur of the crowd. Hooch strained against the
ropes, hearing the sound but unable to see what MC
was doing. He visibly braced himself for the inevitable
first strike, but nothing happened as MC waited, not
giving a clue, rendering him unable to anticipate
what was coming next. The moment the tension in Hooch's
bound body eased a fraction, MC raised the whip, and
hit the helpless body with a powerful strike. Hooch
jerked in the bonds that hardly allowed him any movement,
a groan escaping, suppressing a much more tortured
next lashings came down with no rhythm to brace for,
and no less strength. MC hit the middle of Hooch's
chest, avoiding the fresh piercings, then concentrated
on his abs, until deep red welts appeared wherever
the skin was exposed. Suddenly moving around, an almighty
strike hit Hooch's back and he almost screamed, the
groan reverberating in the room that had become quiet.
body jerked and shuddered, sweat running down the
rapidly discoloring skin, but he didn't scream. Not
yet. Not enough yet. Holding onto his inhuman control.
had to force himself to remain still through the whipping,
stoic. This was what Hooch needed, craved, what he
had sought here, a facsimile of the real thing. The
wounds were real and painful, the whip was, but in
the end this was the safest place for such things.
Each of the men on the stage, no matter what they
did to Hooch, knew the boundaries. At the end of the
night, Hooch would be bruised and covered in welts
and scratches and grazes, but he was always in good
enough shape to get home. Matt clung to that. He had
to. Even as he fought to stop himself from rushing
up on the stage and unbinding Hooch and dragging him
away. Back home, safe, away from chains and whips
and bizarre toys.
stopped abruptly, turned to Skull who had appeared
behind Hooch, and nodded at him. Skull grabbed Hooch's
hip with one large hand, digging into the welts until
Hooch hissed in pain, the other positioning a thick
butt plug, its lubed-up black silicone glistening
in the light on the stage. He pushed slowly but relentlessly,
forcing Hooch's ass cheeks apart, driving the oversized
plug through the ring of muscle and deep inside. Hooch
involuntarily tried to jerk away, but the ropes held
his strained body so securely, nothing stopped the
merciless intrusion that left him gasping and whimpering.
Visibly fighting for breath while forcing down groans,
when the plug finally had been pushed fully into his
body, securely held in place by the widened ring-muscle,
stretching around the silicone ring.
inwardly winced when the plug was forced in, sternly
telling his mind not to be so cowardly when it scuttled
away from the realization of what Skull was doing
to Hooch. Hooch, who had not made a sound beyond a
few groans, drenched in sweat and struggling against
his bonds. Hooch, who needed this so that he would
not fall prey to a darkness that Matt still did not
understand, and had long realized that he never would.
It was part of Hooch, regardless, and something he
needed to come to terms with. Still not knowing what
was harder, to watch things being done to him Matt's
presence, or to see him go once a month, and come
back bruised and worn, but strangely calm and leveled.
was trembling, instinctive shudders running through
his body, as he was left alone for a while. Displayed
for the audience, and unable to expect what would
moment of peace didn't last long. A knowing glance
went between Eagle and MC, who had taken the metal
studded paddle from the tray and positioned himself
where Skull had stood earlier. The first almighty
strike of the paddle hit Hooch's ass and he almost
screamed-barely suppressing the desperate sound with
ever increasing groans. The paddle struck again and
again, driving the plug deeper inside with every assault.
No rhythm, no pattern to anticipate the beatings,
and a speed that made it impossible for him to ever
brace or gather himself.
ass turned raw and deep red, with angry welts and
visible imprints of the metal studs, his skin broken
in places. His cock, though, harder than Matt had
ever seen it. Nearly deep purple and leaking continuously.
was readying his toys at the side of the stage. A
tray with gleaming metal and a small piece of machinery
with cables trailing from its front Spreading lube
on a thick metal wand, Eagle stood patiently until
MC, as sweat drenched as Hooch's wrecked body, stopped
the paddling. Eagle stepped close, took Hooch's metal-ringed
cock into his hand, positioned the wand at the slit,
and as slowly and relentlessly as Skull had fucked
Hooch's ass, he forced the rod inside by letting its
weight pull it down the urethra and guiding it deep
into Hooch's cock.
seemed close to breaking. The noises he made were
mindless and animalistic, his whole body straining
and fighting, trying to get away from this most extreme
stared at the metal rod as it entered Hooch's cock,
hoping that his disbelief was not noticeable, as all
eyes were on Hooch and the stage. Hooch, trapped and
unable to move, writhing in the bonds as Eagle slowly
twisted and moved the wand.
movement out of the corner of his eye brought Matt's
attention back to Tank, who had been standing aside,
observing the others with Hooch, watching the effect
of his art in action.
the wand was finally deeply embedded in Hooch's cock,
Eagle reached for a couple of cables from the machine,
and secured them onto the metal rod, right below the
insulated tip that protruded out of Hooch's cock.
He clipped a different set of cables onto the barbells
in Hooch's nipples, then nodded at Tank who stepped
away. Eagle set two dials to different strengths on
the machine, held onto the insulation to keep the
metal rod inside Hooch's cock, then flicked two switches.
very instant Hooch's body tensed then thrashed in
convulsions but held in place by the ropes, an inhuman
scream ripped from the very depths of his self. The
scream cut through the mounting buzz of the audience,
his wailing climbing higher, louder, and ever more
insane, the further Eagle increased the intensity
of the electric current that tortured Hooch inside
reappeared, pushing a hip-height padded examination
table in front of Hooch, and with a rattling of chains,
Hooch's upper body was lowered onto the table, until
his ass was raised and his upper body crushed down
by the weight of the steel beam across his shoulder
blades and outstretched arms. He never got the chance
for his knees to buckle, because Skull stood right
behind him, grabbing hold of his hips once more, and
with a latex-gloved hand he swiftly twisted and pulled
the over-sized plug out of his ass.
howled, one scream bleeding into the other, until
Eagle turned the dials down. With the decreased electricity
at a steady pulse, Hooch's screams turned to raw sobs.
His face was soaked with sweat and wet with tears.
Nearly black eyes focused on nothing. Far away in
himself with only his body there. A body that jerked
violently when Skull pushed all five fingers of his
large hand into Hooch's ass, loosened from the plug,
the muscles without resistance after the vicious paddling.
Hooch opened his mouth to cry out, Tank stood in front
of him, forcing his cock with one thrust down Hooch's
throat, all the way to the root. Fucking the helplessly
upturned face with as much ferocity as Skull was fisting
realized that his breaths were coming fast and shallow,
and he took a step forward without thinking. Catching
a glimpse of Hooch's face around Tank's cock, pressed
hard against the man's abs with every thrust, eyes
black and wild. Matt's gaze was fixed on Hooch, taken
at both ends by Tank and Skull, while Eagle detached
the cables from the nipple piercings and the wand
to slowly glide out of Hooch's cock, which was an
almost dark purple, straining against its rings and
had laid down his punishing tools, looking on the
final act. He snapped his fingers and a young man
without collar, dressed in skin tight leather chaps
that left his ass and cock free, scurried up the stage
and immediately sunk to his knees in front of the
big man, freeing his cock and sucking him with greed.
bucked against Skull's fist, deeply embedded within
his body, and Tank's cock that was thrusting erratically
into him. Trying to squirm away from both of them,
but unable to move, until Tank came with a shudder
and abruptly withdrew, cum splattering Hooch's face.
was about to swap places with Tank, when Matt found
himself walking up on the stage, focusing on Hooch's
face: his expression was mindless and detached, in
agony and yet removed. Not knowing what compelled
him, Matt stopped in front of Hooch, taking Eagle's
enough." Matt ordered, as he fumbled with his
his hand steadying Hooch's jaw in a gentle grip, Matt
slid his painfully hard cock in between Hooch's lips.
Hooch was too exhausted to do much more than let Matt
move in, unresisting as he made his way down Hooch's
throat, constricting, contracting as Matt moved down.
withdrew his fist slowly, standing to the side, allowing
a slave to crawl towards him and free his cock to
suck him off.
hand other hand touched Hooch's face, brushing away
sweat and tears. He continued to hold in place and
simultaneously caress him as he neared completion,
feeling his breaths and his thrusts become erratic,
the closer he got to release. Never taking his eyes
off Hooch's face: lips stretched around his cock and
dark, wild eyes blown wide and diluted, until he came
down Hooch's throat. Matt quickly withdrew so that
Hooch wouldn't choke, his cum dripping out of Hooch's
him loose." Matt's voice was surprisingly firm
and clear above the hum of the crowd. Several staff
members hurried to cut ropes and free Hooch, while
Matt quickly zipped himself back up.
didn't wait for Hooch to be cut lose, but got down
on one knee, and motioned for staff to pull the table
away. The moment the support was gone, the full weight
of Hooch's body rested against Matt's chest. All the
while staff continued to work on the tough ropes and
steadied Hooch's helpless body and fumbled for the
cock ring, undoing it and letting Hooch's cock free.
A few firm strokes were all it took for Hooch to finally
orgasm with a raw, broken cry, and he collapsed. Matt
unclasped the metal posture collar and flung it to
the side, as the last ropes were cut off and the heavy
steel beam moved aside.
lifted Hooch's head and looked straight into his eyes,
which weren't able to focus, but he saw peace and
repletion in them. Covering Hooch's mouth with his
own, not heeding the remains of cum nor the sweat
and tears, and the kiss was deep but tender, a kiss
that was rarely seen at the club. No hunger or lust
or possession, because Matt did not need any of that.
No need to claim Hooch, because Hooch was his.
staff helped them both up and off the stage, carrying
Hooch between them, and guided them through the crowd.
They were lead down another corridor, with doors on
either side, and the nearest one opened to a decent-sized
room bathed in a golden light and with a bed, couch,
comfortable chairs, and adjacent bath. A selection
of drinks, candy, ice, salves, sterile wipes, wet
cloths, painkillers and gauze was arranged on a low
table beside the bed. The two staff helped Hooch lie
down on the crisp white sheets of the softly padded
bed, where he immediately curled up on his side.
the door closed behind the staff, Matt went and sat
on the bed, next to Hooch who had not moved a muscle
since he had been laid there. Stretching to lie beside
him, facing Hooch whose eyes were closed, he brushed
the wet hair away from his face an affectionate gesture
rather than one that had any use whatsoever, before
he reached for a wet cloth to clean Hooch's face.
The body could wait, Matt decided, pulling a warm
blanket over them both, heedless that he still had
his combat boots on.
kept his eyes closed, breathing slowly, while Matt
kept gently stroking his sweat-damp hair, not sure
where else to touch. Every part of Hooch's body had
been tortured, and every touch would bring more pain:
the last thing in the world Matt was willing to do.
lay like that for half an hour, during which Matt
reached for a bottle of lucozade with a straw close
by, helping Hooch take slow sips until he had emptied
Hooch opened his eyes. Matt had never seen them like
that: dark and soft, nothing but calm and utter peace
in them. Hooch's voice was raspy and broken as he
whispered: "thank you."
leaned over and pressed another kiss to Hooch's lips.
No words, because they didn't need words. Putting
the empty bottle on the bedside table, he eased out
of the bed and went to the bathroom to start filling
the tub, before pressing the call-button that would
summon a staff member. The woman was there as Matt
opened the door, and asked for their bags to be brought
to the room.
back to the bed, Matt stripped under Hooch's half-lidded
gaze, before pouring a glass of water and offering
a couple of painkillers. "Take these." An
order, despite his gentle voice, and Hooch obeyed
without hesitation. All of his movements were sluggish
and revealed the pain he had to be in, but he lifted
his head and swallowed the pills with a few mouthfuls
of water. Matt smiled and reached for Hooch. "Bath,
then nap." An instruction this time. "I'll
let you know when it's time to head back to the hotel."
let himself be helped up, heavily relying on Matt's
support, and accepting it for once. More sated and
more safe than he'd ever been before.
next morning, after a light breakfast because neither
of them really feeling like eating, despite the hotel's
sumptuous spread, Matt drove back to Fayetteville
with Hooch half-asleep in the passenger seat. The
road was nearly deserted on a long weekend's Sunday
morning, giving Matt plenty of time to think.
gym was quiet when they returned just after lunch,
with only a few die-hards working out. Mandy was not
due to come back until the Tuesday morning, bringing
Rex back with her. Still quiet, they hadn't spoken
more than a dozen words to each other since the club,
they went upstairs to the apartment, where Matt decided
to get a load of washing going.
had sat himself down on the sofa, but soon slid down
to lie on his side, putting weight onto his badly
bruised and abused ass was too much, and the car ride
had already tested his stoicism to the limits. Each
and every of his movements was stiff and slow, but
he had a deep calm about him he'd never displayed
before. His eyes tracked Matt as he went to and fro
with the laundry basket, lying still and silent, he
the washing machine started, Matt went and got a bottle
of water out of the fridge and two glasses, and walked
to the sofa. Instead of sitting on it and jostling
Hooch, he sat on the floor, and poured two glasses,
handing one over. "Was that
began, "how you thought it would be?" Not
sure what he had expected before going to the club,
even less sure what Hooch had been expecting.
Hooch took a sip of water, studying Matt's face with
quiet focus. "You?"
is still different to actually knowing, if you get
what I mean." Matt paused and put his full glass
of water down on the coffee table with a little clunk.
" he knew the answer, but wanted
the comfort of the confirmation. "Do you want
me to go with you again?"
Hooch's reply was firm and came without hesitation.
"I want you to go with me every time, but the
decision is not mine." He smiled slightly. "What
do you want?"
he thought. As he had known. "I want
Matt stopped. "I want to think about it a bit.
I wouldn't be able to see you do that every month,"
'that' such an inadequate word, "but I don't
know whether that means I don't go every time, or
that we don't do that every time." He leant down,
still on the floor, but head and one shoulder on the
sofa, close to Hooch. "I'd like to go again,"
he said truthfully, "but let me think about the
details for a bit."
course." Hooch's smile deepened. "Maybe
I won't crave that so much if you come with me all
the time." Crave, not need. He was beginning
to understand the difference.
closed his eyes. The words unvoiced, but understood
all the same: I hope so too.
rest of the long weekend was quiet, with Matt doing
all the little domestic odd-jobs that were part of
life: the bits and pieces that needed to be done around
the apartment, the detested preparation of tax returns,
and the equally dreaded cleaning out of the fridge
spent the two days mostly sleeping, letting his body
recover as much as possible before returning to work.
The expertise of Tank, Skull, Eagle and MC had ensured
that except for some lingering stiffness and a few
marks and fading bruises, which could be explained
by some roughhousing or an overenthusiastic football
game, Hooch would almost be back to his usual self
meanwhile, had used the time that Hooch was asleep
productively, doing some research from the privacy
of the apartment, where there was no chance a stray
staff member or gym customer catching a glimpse of
what he was doing. It seemed easier now than it had
been when he had been browsing before his trip to
the club, having a better idea of what he was looking
for, and being able to better process what he found.
Some he still found incomprehensible, but he realized
that it had nothing to do with whether he would ever
understand that arcane world of rules and rituals
and sheer weirdness, but everything to do with Hooch.
evening before going back to work, Hooch was standing
at the ironing board, meticulously pressing his uniform.
A task he'd never let anyone else do for him. He'd
just finished the last tunic, and was walking past
Matt who was surfing the net on the dining table.
came back from the guest room he used for hanging
his kit, he stopped at Matt's chair and quietly put
his special credit card on the table beside Matt's
laptop. The one that was linked to his investment
looked at Hooch, at the credit card, at what he was
browsing on screen and back at Hooch again. "Are
you serious?" he asked, redundantly, because
Hooch was never anything but serious.
I am. Nothing gives me greater satisfaction than spending
my goddamned inheritance on kinky shit." He flashed
a sharp grin. "Go on. You're on the card anyway."
blinked at the deliberately casual tone. "I'm
what?" he asked. As far as he knew, Hooch hadn't
ever mentioned him to any part of his old life, their
relationship, nor the little detail that Hooch happened
to exclusively fuck men these days.
my partner, aren't you?" Hooch shrugged, still
a little stiff.
he was. But nevertheless this was a surprise. There
had always been two Hooches, as though there was a
wall between what had happened before he enlisted
and after. His past was a different world, and it
rarely encroached on the present. Now and then he
would fly back to Texas for a few days, summoned for
something or other he rarely spoke about, and then
there were Christmas cards, and a call on his birthday
from his sister but that was all.
yes I am." Matt looked at the screen. "Do
you want me to tell you what I'm doing with it or
do you want to be surprised?"
me." Hooch squeezed Matt's shoulder before he
went to put the ironing board away. "Whatever
you choose, I will do it, wear it, have it done, accept
it, and want it." He walked past again, carrying
the folded-up board. "Never forget," he
stopped at Matt's chair, "you own me."
swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, looking up at Hooch.
Hooch stated. The one word holding everything. He
smiled as he walked into the spare room.
bed that night no sex, because Hooch was still not
up to it and neither, if he was being completely honest,
was he, Matt shifted so that he was on his side, waiting
until Hooch turned as well, to be eye to eye. "I
will go with you to the club," Matt said, "every
time. But I decide when you go on the stage,"
that seemed a good enough euphemism, "and it
won't be every time we go. Sometimes we'll just
Hooch's brows rose in a mix of surprise and intrigue.
Matt said. His fingers lightly went to caress Hooch's
throat, where a collar would lie. "No whipping,
no flogging, no electricity, only a little pain. But
while we're there, you'll do as I say. Sometimes I
might choose to restrain you with leather, or rope,
or chains. Sometimes all you'll wear is my collar
and a leash, like some enormous big cat, purring at
swallowed so hard, Matt's finger moved with the Adam's
apple. "That sounds like a great plan."
His voice had become instantly huskier. "What
much point going to the club if it's just you and
me, is there? We could just get a drawer full of toys
and surf the internet for ideas and have some fun
right here, no need to drive all the way to Raleigh,
book a hotel overnight, and get Mandy to take the
dog. We can still play with others, but I decide who
gets to have you, and how."
the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life. You,"
Hooch poked his finger into Matt's chest, "are
quite a lot more than 'something', Matt Donahue."
raised eyebrows were barely visible in the darkness
of the room, as Matt moved even closer. "I know."
I'm a damned lucky bastard." Hooch's hand went
southwards towards Matt's cock. "So lucky, in
fact, that I have to suck you off now."
wasn't going to argue with that, and he wriggled into
a more comfortable position as he felt Hooch shift
under the duvet.
the moment Matt felt Hooch's lips close around his
cock and Hooch's hands on his ass, until after he
had come and Hooch pulled him into a tight embrace
for Matt to drift off, there was only Hooch. As always.
went to Hooch's club together every month or so, as
Hooch had done on his for the past four years. It
never seemed necessary for Matt to acquire a name
at the club. He was always simply "H's owner,"
which amused him when he found out that it was the
reverse of the usual order of things, but it suited
them. As Matt had decided, Hooch did not always go
up on stage when they went. More often than not he
and Matt stayed in the main area of the theatre, still
the focus of attention. Matt made an effort to take
part in a little of the more social side of the club,
making the odd posting on the secure forum on the
club's members-only website, and going through the
club's impressive directory of purveyors of specialist
toys and artisans who made items to order and to measure.
home, Hooch's 'kinky shit' credit card, as they called
it, got a strenuous workout as Matt went shopping
on the internet, and the collection of well-edited
toys soon overflowed from the bottom drawer of the
bedside table, and into a securely locked metal chest
at the foot of the bed. When Matt soon after started
to amass a collection of made-to-measure black leather
to wear at the club, a heavy wardrobe with built-in
rails, drawers and shelves appeared, so that everything
could be neatly organized, including the newly acquired
December 2006, Fayetteville
early December, after they'd been and gone to Matt's
family for Thanksgiving a tradition they'd manage
to uphold almost every year Hooch was cooking steak
at Sunday lunchtime.
he called out from the kitchenette, cutting above
the sizzling of meat and through the smoke of hot
Matt replied from the spare bedroom, where he'd been
changing the sheets.
you have anything planned for the holidays?"
noticing such trivialities was remarkable enough that
Matt padded out of the room. "No, not especially.
asked me again if we were coming for Christmas."
As she had every year. Matt's mom was nothing short
of persistent. Hooch switched off the hob and laid
the steaks onto plates to rest.
just been there." Matt frowned. Much as he would
have liked to have Hooch experience a Donahue family
Christmas, he knew that crowds, sociability, small
children and Hooch didn't mix. Particularly not twice
in two months.
Hooch pulled the tray with fries out of the oven and
shook them onto the plates, "but I think we should
go. It means a lot to your mom."
stared at him. Blinked hard. Hooch never failed to
surprise him. Just when he was starting to feel he
was really getting a handle on the kink, Hooch had
to go the other way. "You want to go to Michigan,
ten feet deep in snow, to get trapped in a house with
my family, complete with screaming toddlers and sulky
teenagers, sleep in the room next to my parents, and
get stuffed full of turkey for the second time in
well," Hooch shrugged, then carried the plates
to the dining table. "I figure if it means so
much to Anne I suck up and get myself through it somehow."
He fetched the ketchup, pepper grinder and salt, then
stumbled to his chair, feeling numb. "Why now?"
Hooch vigorously shook the ketchup bottle, "you
gave me a new way to cope."
enough, that made sense, as much as anything about
Hooch ever made sense. There had been a new stillness,
almost a contentment about Hooch, as Matt had ventured
more and more into their own particular form of ownership.
As if for Hooch, allowing someone else to take control,
enabled him to settle, calm down and let go. Matt
nodded, and picked up his knife and fork. "I'll
book the plane tickets. Do you want to tell her we're
coming, or shall I?"
leave that to you." Hooch smiled briefly, before
tucking into his steak and chips. "I plan to
go to the club the weekend before the holidays. You
good with that?"
weekend before Christmas was what passed as the themed
'holiday party' at the club, which would be full of
members. From what Matt had been reading on the club's
private online forum, the night would be even wilder
than usual. Hooch had never gone that particular weekend
before, and it was going to be a new experience. "Sure,"
Matt replied, "but not on the stage. We're not
explaining any injuries to my nieces and nephews.
Or even worse, my parents."
didn't try to hide his amused grin. "I didn't
expect to, but I saw you buying that high leather
collar and leash set." He took another bite,
chewing carefully. "I didn't snoop, by the way,
you left the page up." He paused, "also,
I have a Christmas present for you that requires work
beforehand to be in time for the club."
put down his flatware and looked at Hooch, wondering
what he was up to now. Rex, by now sensing that for
some unknown reason, his humans were distracted from
their steak, came and sat down next to Matt: perfectly
straight, nose trembling, quietly hopeful eyes staring
been talking about wanting to put more piercings on
me. I booked an appointment tomorrow for a cock piercing."
Hooch tilted his head ever so slightly.
swallowed as he imagined it, then nodded. Approval
appointment is in the evening. I was told I should
go for a Prince Albert. You agree?" Hooch cut
off a piece of steak, sneaking it under the table
for Rex. As if he ever failed to do that.
Matt picked up his knife and fork again, ignoring
the delighted sounds of a greyhound chewing his favorite
treat. Despite the fact that Rex was meant to be his
birthday present, the dog was well and truly Hooch's.
"Yes," he repeated. "I agree and I
will come with you."
Hooch smiled once more, going back to his favorite
meal. He and Rex, they had too much in common.
couple of weeks later, Matt stepped out of the changing
room at the club, dressed in his usual black leather.
No concession to the season, despite the subtle decorations
in gold and silver and crystal at the club, and the
seasonal refreshments and snacks. He wrapped the new
leash around his hand; long enough for Hooch to crouch
at Matt's feet when Matt was standing, but not much
more. Hooch moved his neck, trying to get the high
collar to settle. Though it was covered in soft doeskin,
and carefully fitted so as not to restrict breathing,
it was still high enough that it was uncomfortable
for long periods of time.
had added new adornments to Hooch's body in the form
of weights hanging from the nipple rings, made from
the same darkly gleaming metal as the new piercing
in his cock and the cock ring and ball spreader.
had never had weights attached to his nipple rings
before, because Matt had insisted on a thorough healing,
and the new sensation added to keeping his ring-bound
cock hard, which ensured that his erection remained
proudly displayed by Matt, his owner. He had to concentrate
on walking properly on the leash, to keep in step
while not able to look down, but then the whole thought
behind this new broad collar was so that his face
was there for all to see, and especially his eyes.
Matt had commented that Hooch's looks had always attracted
him and that hiding his features and dark eyes from
the club was criminal.
headed towards the theatre, sure of their steps. They
had tried a few of the smaller themed rooms but they
kept coming back to the theatre, to the crowd, even
when Hooch did not go on stage. Matt enjoyed showing
him off too much; enjoyed the admiration that Hooch
attracted. The doors opened in front of them, attended,
as always, by the silent, collared staff.
the theatre had more of the gold and silver decorations,
augmented by heavy, dark purple drapes. There were
bodies on the stage, at once more artistic and less
real than the usual participants, and Matt remembered
there were meant to be organized shows tonight from
kept his eyes straight ahead, learning quickly how
to keep pace on the leash. He didn't seem to notice
the admiring glances towards the two of them, both
from men and from women. Matt was stopped soon by
other regulars who greeted him and pulled him into
a conversation, surprised and glad he was there, what
with H never having attended the Christmas ball before.
No one addressed Hooch, because here, at the club,
he was nothing but Matt's possession.
gentle tug on the leash caught Hooch's attention.
"Sit," said Matt softly, into owner-mode.
Matt lowered himself into a low sofa, indicating the
soft carpet at his feet.
obeyed immediately and went down to kneel at Matt's
feet, shoulder touching a leather-clad leg. Kneeling
like a large, dangerous cat, tamed by its owner.
reached out a leather gloved hand, stroking the side
of Hooch's head with light fingers, a gentle tug on
the leash drawing Hooch even closer. Matt looked up
as a pair of legs appeared in front of him.
Christmas." Matt recognized MC's voice. He hadn't
been at the club for a few months, and Matt knew better
than to ask. Hooch was far from the only club member
who needed discretion above all else. "Is H for
on the stage," Matt told him. He lifted a glass
from a tray. "We'll see what we do down here
later in the evening." His voice was firm, no
promises, and yet all promise, his hand still stroking
Hooch's face and hair. MC nodded and departed.
club was buzzing, with a lighter, more festive mood
than was usual, and Matt put it down to more of the
less hard-core members attending for the holidays
party. The staff wore red collars, a departure from
the usual black, as they circulated with food and
drink. There wasn't a great deal of play going on
yet, mainly people arriving and greeting others. Robertson
mingled amongst them all, like he very rarely did.
Immaculately dressed, his slave demurely at his side,
caught Matt's eye, nodding acknowledgement, and spared
a glance at Hooch, before returning to his conversation,
but not before Matt caught a strange, satisfied look
on the owner's face: the triumph of being correct.
a surprise to see you here," another voice, just
off to Matt's side. It was Tank, a naked but hooded
slave on all fours on a very short leash, with whom
he had been attending the club in the last three months.
The slave was always bound by ropes, every time in
different but equally artistic and decidedly painful
ways. The elegantly-limbed and smoothly waxed man
had a well kept body of indeterminate age, manicured
nails, a gym-fit body, and never attended without
a full black leather hood that was fixed to the tight
locked collar he wore, and which covered his entire
face including his eyes. With only holes at the nostrils
and a thin breathing tube that indicated the gag he
was wearing unless his mouth was in use, no one had
ever seen the slave's face, ensuring utmost discretion.
Tank gave the leash a tug and the man knelt down with
you're here, I have a gift for you." Tank made
a gesture towards one of the staff, who hurried off.
barely flicked a glance towards the hooded slave,
and kept his eyes on Tank. "I'm intrigued."
Leaning back slightly to get a better angle, but not
taking away the hand that had been absently caressing
watched the caress and his mouth quirked up in a half-smile,
but he said nothing. The staff member re-appeared
with some lengths of Tank's shibari ropes, before
disappearing once more, never turning his back to
either of the men, while not paying any attention
to the kneeling bodies.
I?" Tank indicated Hooch. "H needs to stand,
back to me."
inclined his head, not even a full nod, as he tugged
on the leash. "Up," he commanded. Hooch
rose smoothly to his feet, presenting his back to
Tank, cock jutting out at the level of Matt's face,
but he knew better than to hope for relief.
took Hooch's wrists and began to loop, then pull and
knot the wrists tightly together in Hooch's back.
He continued up his lower arms, forcing the elbows
together, so that Hooch's shoulders were forced back,
his sculpted chest with its nipple adornments thrust
out, and his shoulder blades stayed uncomfortably
close together. When Tank finished, he had tied Hooch's
arms together in his back, as if in a sleeve, all
the way up to his biceps, making it impossible for
him to move or to give himself any relief from the
hadn't made a sound throughout the binding, but his
cock was now weeping and his chest expanded with his
shallow breaths. The knotting was intricate, creating
patterns on skin and muscles.
it meet with your approval?" Tank slowly turned
Hooch round, three-hundred-and-sixty degrees.
in rope and flesh, Hooch's muscles straining and his
body's honed, hard edges shown off to devastating
effect, Matt could do nothing but nod. Tank's skills
and keen eye had never failed to impress Matt in the
months that he had been a regular at the club. "Very
much so," Matt said after a pause. "So much
so that I think H should thank you for it. Down."
The last word to Hooch, accompanied by a tug on the
lowered to his knees, then turned to face Tank, shuffling
closer to nuzzle his leather clad groin indicating
how he knew he was supposed to thank the man.
unzipped and took out his cock, guiding it to Hooch's
lips. He stood with his legs braced, keeping his hand
on his own slave's head, who appeared to be extremely
concentrated, as if listening to every sound, lost
in his hooded darkness.
flicked a glance at the slave. He'd considered, and
then discarded the notion of hoods and such restrictions
on Hooch-he wanted Hooch to see, to hear, to sense
all that was going on, and, if he wanted to be honest,
he wanted to show Hooch off. Hooch; Hooch was his,
not some anonymous, shadowy figure.
applied every skill he'd ever acquired, having only
the use of his lips, tongue and throat, he quickly
got Tank hard. He proceeded to force himself mercilessly
down and open, taking him deep down his throat, as
he fucked himself on the cock.
noticed Tank's reactions, saw how the man was getting
closer to the edge. Hooch's skills never failing,
Tank suddenly laced his fingers hard into Hooch's
hair and abruptly pulled him off. Cock dark and hard,
glistening in the dim light from saliva and precum.
He snapped his fingers and his own slave immediately
reacted, faster than Hooch could move out of the way.
Scrabbling to try and blindly find his master's cock,
with his arms bound, painfully bent and up his back,
Tank helped guide his hooded slave, before unclipping
the mouth shield and pulling out the gag. The greed
with which the slave sucked down on Tank's hard cock
surpassed anything Matt had ever seen, and within
a few seconds, hands clamped down on the leather-clad
head to hold it still while thrusting deeply into
his slave, Tank came with a groan. The slave greedily
swallowed, his tongue swirling and lapping with obscenely
wet noises, as Tank pulled back a little to allow
him to clean up the cock he so very obviously craved.
Tank pulled the slave off, the man spoke, his voice
hardly ever heard at any of their outings at the club.
A voice that was deep and smooth, a beautiful baritone.
"Thank you, Master." No more, before Tank
pushed the gag back in and clipped it securely to
the hood, petting the slave's head.
had returned to Matt's feet, kneeling once more, and
Matt lifted a glass of water with a straw off a tray
that appeared at his elbow, holding it in place for
Hooch, who took sips as long as Matt encouraged him
to. Matt surveyed the room, before returning to Tank,
who inclined his head.
Christmas." With that Tank turned, tugging sharply
on the leash and his slave crawled on all fours, closely
at his feet.
rubbed his face against Matt's knee, when the water
was taken away, then looked at him for a moment, dark
eyes full of his peculiar mix of lust and calm. The
room was filling up, and there was more than one long
look that came their way, but Matt stayed where he
was. A gentle hand on Hooch's shoulder, feeling the
tension in the muscles bound in their awkward position.
Strained, yes, but Hooch could stand to be restrained
for a lot longer.
told me you are here." Matt heard the New England
accented voice before Eagle stepped into his vision.
"I had hoped so, I got you a present." He
was without his personal slave, who was 'being performed
on' centre stage.
Matt asked, surprised to receive a second gift.
thank you for all the times I played with H."
Eagle produced a slim, leather bound box, then looked
down at Hooch's cock, and his smile grew. "Perfect.
Thought you'd go for a PA sooner or later. Metal and
ink suit him." He opened the box and showed the
contents to Matt. A shiny metal wand, medium thickness
compared to the heavy ones Eagle had been using on
Hooch in the last months, with a short 90-degrees
rod screwed on, and screw-on rings on top and side
bar. Exquisitely made and certainly expensive. "May
enough to Eagle and his preferred game to know what
was coming, Matt nodded his permission as Eagle took
the wand out of the box.
has to stand up."
gave another tug of the leash, which was all it took
to order Hooch to stand up. Unable to look down at
himself, due the high collar, Hooch's breath quickened
with anticipation, making his exposed chest visibly
snapped on latex gloves, positioned himself so that
Matt could watch the proceedings, before he bent towards
Hooch's cock and carefully removed the piercing. He
unscrewed the side rod, then produced a small, sealed
tube of petroleum jelly. He not only lubed the wand
itself, but squirted a generous amount straight into
Hooch's slit, and the cool lubricant suddenly inside
his cock made Hooch gasp and his body tense. He had
a good idea of what was going to come, but his thighs
showed a visible tremor, as he braced himself.
wand is hollow," Eagle explained while allowing
the weight of the metal rod to slide into the opening
and down the urethra. "It can be worn for several
days and nights. H can piss through it, and come,
if you allow him to." Eagle held Hooch's cock
in place without forcing the object inside. Always
careful, he was known in the club for his skills that
avoided damage. Hooch shuddered, his breath speeding
up, the deeper the wand slid down. Eagle gave it a
few gentle twists to encourage it further, and all
the times before that he had played with Hooch's cock,
using his largest wands, made it easier for Hooch
to accept this one. Eventually it was all the way
inside, and Eagle carefully pushed the side bar through
the piercing hole and screwed it in tightly. By the
time he was done the wand sat securely inside Hooch's
cock, with metal rings protruding out of the tip of
his cock and the piercing hole.
think it suits him." Eagle said to Matt as he
stepped back and pulled his gloves off. A female member
of staff appeared at his side, took the discarded
gloves and handed him a wipe, with which he cleaned
the superfluous lube from Hooch's cock. "Beautiful."
He stated with satisfaction.
couldn't help but agree with him. "It is indeed,"
was all Matt said to Eagle. Hooch was now visibly
shuddering with the intrusion, sweat breaking out
across his shoulders, but there was nothing he could
do, bound as he was.
waited a second more, a smile curling at the corner
of his mouth as he stood up. "Very nice indeed,"
he commented, standing in front of Hooch. "Bend
over," he ordered, taking a step back so Hooch
had sufficient room. "I think we'll have a special
treat." He took Hooch firmly by his shoulders
to keep his face level with his own cock. "Make
it slow," he told Eagle, as the other man realized
what Matt intended. "Draw it out. I want him
to enjoy it properly, but unable to come."
gave a grin, not sparing a glance at his own slave
being used up on the stage, as he concentrated on
Hooch's ass instead. He pushed Hooch's legs apart
as far as possible without losing balance completely.
Taking his rapidly hardening cock out, he gave himself
a couple of strokes to fully harden, then rolled a
condom onto his cock and lubed himself up. Discomfort
for slaves was one thing, discomfort for himself unacceptable.
shuddered as he bent low and opened up, feeling the
wand deep inside his cock, stimulating with every
movement, and the weights in his nipples hanging free,
adding to the sensations. He groaned and opened his
mouth when Matt pushed his gloved thumb between his
lips, sucking and licking at the digit.
unbuttoned his fly with one hand and freed himself,
then nudged at Hooch's lips, to feed him his cook.
Sparing a glance at Eagle, meeting the other man's
eye, they both pushed into Hooch at the same time
at both ends.
body alternated between trembling and tension, desperate
sounds vibrating against Matt's cock, as he tried
to push back to gain more sensations from the cock
that was filling his ass, or to push forwards to create
greater suction and to take Matt deeper, but he could
do neither, held between the two men as if in a vice.
audience began to gather around the tableaux, but
Hooch didn't care about anyone but the two men, the
two cocks, that were filling him front and back, speared
between them and whimpering with increasing desperation,
as they sped up their strokes, and increased the strengths
of their thrusts. His sweat-glistening body could
never get enough, and the combination of cock ring
and Prince's Wand made it impossible to come.
was losing his rhythm, but he caught Matt's eye, a
matter of good manners, guest to host, and waited
until Matt's barely perceptible nod. Only then did
he speed up his thrusts until they became erratic,
and when he came, it caused Hooch to whine with need,
but his cry was muffled by Matt's cock. Eagle waited
barely a second, before withdrawing from Hooch, keeping
hold of the condom. A silent staff member appeared
at his side to take the used condom and hand a damp
cloth to him to clean himself up. Eagle gave him a
"Merry Christmas", before he went back to
the stage to take care of his own slave, which Matt
barely took notice of.
Eagle gone Matt held tightly onto Hooch and thrust
harder, rougher, deeper, as if boring down his throat
before feeling like he had exploded down Hooch's throat.
Barely managing to keep their balance, they only narrowly
avoided collapsing on the floor. Both sprawling down
once Matt had withdrawn, and Matt moved to Hooch's
side for a deep kiss, like they usually ended such
things. Tasting, licking himself from Hooch's lips,
while Hooch whimpered against his own. Matt eventually
broke the kiss and looked down at Hooch's cock-weeping,
red and desperate-and touched the protruding rings
from the wand, giving it a few gentle tugs.
hoarsely cried out against the side of Matt's neck,
trying to thrust into his hand, but Matt hushed him
softly. "Not yet." He let go and petted
Hooch's sweaty face, before kissing him deeply once
more, ignoring the desperation.
tucked himself away and sat back down. The leash had
been wound around his wrist all that time, and he
tugged at it, as he opened his knees for Hooch to
move between. "Kneel." He quietly commanded
it, and Hooch, despite the pain he was in and the
raging lust and need, did immediately as he was told.
Kneeling between Matt's legs, facing the crowd that
was slowly dispersing. His cock a deep purple, straining
against the metal rings that bound it and the wand
that was inside it, but he forced himself to sit still
requested a double whisky and soda from one of the
staff, then dug his thumbs and knuckles into Hooch's
overly stretched and twisted shoulders, massaging
the strain, making Hooch moan softly.
firm against Hooch's burning muscles, Matt stopped
when the drink arrived. With a hand on Hooch's chin,
he gently pushed Hooch's head back, and tipped the
glass against his lips. Hooch obeyed the unspoken
order and took a sip, but the glass remained and kept
nudging against his lips, until Hooch had finished
all of the whisky. Matt held up the glass and ordered
another, before going back to firmly massaging Hooch's
the second whisky, which Matt made Hooch drink in
one go once more, he felt Hooch lean heavier against
him, like a large, dangerous cat that had been tamed
to be petted. The alcohol was clearly doing its work.
brushed his gloved hand against Hooch's skin, long
strokes down head and neck, bound arms and back, over
the ropes. Light, affectionate, and Hooch came closer,
as always more tactile under the influence. Moving
his hand under Hooch's chin once more, he pulled his
head back even further than before, and brought his
mouth close for a deep kiss, thoroughly tasting Hooch
and whisky and his own cum. One hand holding Hooch's
chin still, so that Hooch was unable to move away
from the assault, the other gently smoothing his head
and neck, before moving across to the front, to stroke
his chest and play with his pierced nipples.
breathing increased, quietly moaning into Matt's mouth.
At first trying to strain and gain more, but he had
no leverage whatsoever, and he soon fell into utter
passivity, as he let his mouth be plundered. It only
served to increase his discomfort and need, but he
didn't care. Not now, that in his mind and his world
there were only Matt and himself, and Matt was giving
him more than he had ever known he needed: the absolute
control that allowed him to give up his own.
Matt broke the kiss and took his hand off Hooch's
hard and reddened nipples, Hooch whispered hoarsely,
paused. Hooch, begging, when he never did under the
lash or the most brutal beating. He would scream,
thrash, and moan but never beg. "Hmmmm
a rumble, as he nuzzled Hooch's neck. "Please
what? Please let you go?" He touched the ropes
so beautifully binding Hooch's arms, but Hooch shook
his head. "Please let you come?" a light
touch on Hooch's straining cock, the touch of leather
on the sensitized flesh bringing a shudder, and yet
Hooch shook his head. "Or is that a please for
more?" His hand went back to the nipples, twisting
one of the gleaming rings.
let out a hissing breath and nodded. He arched further
back, ignoring the impossible strain on his shoulders,
arms and back, until he was bent across Matt's thighs,
presenting his taut chest while looking at Matt, dark
eyes blown wide.
trailed a single finger down from Hooch's jaw, gliding
over the collar until he reached the left nipple,
circling it, pinching it, rolling it, meeting Hooch's
eyes, who gasped and moaned. Usually silent, this
time he didn't hold back, not when the pleasure outweighed
the pain, and his brain was intoxicated. Matt put
his lips on the left nipple, while his hand moved
to his right, nibbling, moving the heavy ring around
with his teeth, lathing the hard buds with laps and
kisses, nips and tugs of the ring, alternating between
the nipples with mouth and fingers.
moaned loudly, bending even further backwards to breaking
point, and his whole body shuddered as suddenly, unexpectedly,
every muscle in his body tensed and he let out a deep,
hoarse cry, shaking violently as orgasm hit him. Despite
the restraining cock ring, he ejaculated into the
hollow of the wand deep inside his cock, his cum held
back by the screwed-on top. The orgasm was so sudden
and intense, Hooch slumped against Matt's legs and
slid down, out cold.
was beside Hooch in barely a fraction of a second,
removing the collar first to ensure that Hooch could
breath comfortably, then turning him on his side to
carefully remove the wand and cockring while two staff
members appeared as soon as they realized he had lost
consciousness, and swiftly cut the ropes from Hooch,
freeing his arms.
didn't notice the small crowd that had gathered curiously,
polite enough to disperse once they realized what
had happened. Another staff member brought a tall
glass of cold water and a cool damp cloth, but by
then Hooch had jerked awake, blinking stupidly around
himself. "Matt?" His voice was softer and
more disoriented than Matt had ever heard it.
had taken his gloves off and was gently stroking Hooch's
face, skin to skin. "You came without permission,"
he said softly. "Normally, I wouldn't like that
but it was hot." Lips on Hooch's again, coaxing
and then devouring.
Matt broke the kiss, Hooch had recovered enough to
have his wits about, albeit still mellow from the
Matt chuckled, used the cloth to wipe the sweat off
Hooch's face, then cleaned his cock that still had
cum dripping out after the wand removal. At last he
tipped the water to Hooch's lips, encouraging him
to take small sips. Hooch's arms were useless right
after being freed, and so he sat on his hip, leaning
into Matt's solid presence as he drank.
a while Matt took the glass away, waved a member of
staff closer and gave her some directions before she
get this back in." Matt took Hooch's cock piercing
jewelry when it was offered to him and bent down to
carefully thread it through the piercing hole. Hooch
winced slightly, his urethra sore from the PA wand,
but Matt knew Hooch would cherish the discomfort.
that Hooch had recovered somewhat, Matt stood and
moved back to the chaise where he had been sitting,
stretching out. Hooch followed more slowly, settling
to once more kneel between Matt's legs. Matt kept
the weights in Hooch's nipple rings, but deliberately
left the collar and leash off.
show on the stage had moved to acrobatic contortions,
though they were the still the sanitized, artistic
moves that were miles away from what Hooch craved.
Hooch watched too, for once the observer and not the
observed, relaxed and half-dozing, accepting food
from Matt's hand in the form of the tiny canapés
that were circulating around the room, miniature treats
that were barely more than half a nibble, works of
art in and of themselves. Contrasting tastes and textures,
chosen by Matt, from the saltiness of smoked salmon
and caviar, the spiciness of tostaditas topped with
chili and pork, to the sweetness of the macaroons.
games, no playing, nothing else for the rest of the
evening, until it was time to go to the hotel. Sitting
and watching the others, while Matt exchanged pleasantries
with the doms, masters and mistresses, while caressing
Hooch's face, kneading his shoulder muscles, or carding
his fingers through the dark hair, now peppered with
grey at the temples.
control and ownership had nothing to do with collars
or chains, floggings or fucking, ink or metal, but
everything to do with Hooch and Matt.
2006, Flint, Michigan
23rd of December was hell for any traveler, by road,
rails or air, but Matt had booked first class tickets,
and their checking in was less painful than for most.
They were settled in their seats as the plane took
off, when Hooch craned his neck to look at Matt. "I
don't have presents for your family."
met his eyes as he accepted a glass from the hovering
stewardess, ignoring the batted eyelashes. "All
taken care of," he told Hooch, "and already
delivered. You can buy more than just kinky shit off
the internet, you know."
grinned with relief. "Thanks, buddy." The
latter added for the benefit of the far too nosy stewardess.
"What did you get?"
scratched the side of his nose. "iPods for everyone
over the age of 12, whatever the site suggested for
everyone under. DVDs and stuffed toys, mainly."
your mom and dad? I should have got something special
for Anne." Hooch frowned.
looked around, but the cabin crew were busy preparing
for handing out meals, and the other passengers occupied
with their own concerns. "Taken care of. From
both of us. Mom thinks it's special enough that we're
coming at all."
but what did you get for her?" Hooch insisted.
new camera, and I got dad a laptop." Matt studied
Hooch with curiosity. "Why the sudden interest?"
shrugged, but his nonchalance wasn't entirely genuine.
"Because we're there for the first time for Christmas?"
look Matt returned was skeptical. "Nothing at
all to do with how she sees right through you?"
sighed deeply. "You bastard," but the corners
of his lips quirked, "I like her, okay? And I'm
a fucking idiot for not getting her something personal,
but damned if I even knew where to look and what to
thoughts, let alone words, were remarkable enough
from Hooch that Matt thought for a few seconds before
replying. "Just having you-us-there is going
to be weird enough for her this year, I think,"
trying to calm Hooch down. "Next year,"
he paused, letting Hooch get used to the possibility,
"bring her something from home, a book or something
on the history of the place. She likes that sort of
Hooch managed to raise only one brow. "Sounds
damned boring to me." He fell silent once more,
but he moved his arm beside Matt's on the arm rest
between their seats, and ever so slightly pressed
their arms together. He closed his eyes, indicating
to Matt that as usual, he'd be the silent travelling
gave an amused snort, but put his headphones on, ready
for the boring flight north into the snow.
were met by Anne at arrival, as it had proved all
but impossible to rent a car, and she greeted them
both with a hug. "I'm so glad you could make
it. Everyone's arrived and looking forward to seeing
you, and thanking you for all your presents. You really
hugged her tightly, the only other grown-up person
in the world he did that for. "You have to thank
Matt, if it had been up to me you wouldn't have anything
because I forgot."
just laughed, reaching up to pat his shoulder. Hoisting
the luggage into her car they were soon on the road.
updated them on the past month as they made their
familiar way back to the house. Hooch listened intently
to the normality of their lives, while Matt stared
out at the snow-covered landscape, his childhood hidden
under thick blankets of white. Arriving at the house,
greeting Matt's father and brother who were clearing
the driveway, before going upstairs to put their bags
down. In Matt's childhood room again, with the double
bed that had been bought so many years ago for the
first visit at Thanksgiving. Almost the only bed,
apart from their own, that they could share.
Hooch and Matt's help the driveway was cleared quickly,
and when they returned into the house, warming drinks
were waiting for them.
promised to help clear the driveway, and Hooch went
upstairs to gear up. He had planned ahead and had
packed his military winter gear, the urban version.
He didn't have clue, when he came back down, what
he looked like: all in black, and so very much the
dangerous motherfucker he really was.
struggled not to let on how taken aback she was, but
Matt understood. The moment he saw Hooch geared up,
he knew the impression he gave to everyone: the veneer
of civility was off and he showed how deadly he really
was. A glance at Hooch confirmed what he already knew,
that Hooch was oblivious to the effect he had on most
people. Not even when Hooch's eldest nephew, a grumpy
teenager, came into the kitchen for a drink, took
one look Hooch, and slowly backed out again.
something the matter?" Hooch asked, taking a
sip of the hot cider as the teenager fled the room,
watching Matt's silent parents and brother. "I
look like a complete idiot in winter gear inside the
house," he grinned, "is that it?"
it was the smile, or that Hooch had come up with an
acceptable alternative explanation, there was a visible
lightening of the mood in the room. Anne laughed.
"I've just never seen you in it before, even
though it's sometimes a bit chilly at Thanksgiving.
Black suits you." In a sort of dangerous, I-shall-kill-you-if-you-do-not-do-as-I-say
way, she didn't add.
think camo was appropriate for Christmas." Hooch
pointed his gloved hand at the window. "Anything
else that needs doing outside while I'm geared up?"
all done," John huffed. Matt's dad was a man
of few words but undoubted warmth. "Just got
to watch the driveway the next few days."
Hooch put the empty mug down. "I get changed,
then. Let me know when it needs doing, I got the gear."
laughed at his dad's surprised expression. "Delta."
He shrugged with a grin.
yes," John said at Hooch's retreating back, listening
to the footsteps on the stairs. "Just goes to
show they are a breed apart."
almost choked. "Hooch is a breed apart alright."
He didn't add anything despite his mother's quizzical
rest of the day went quickly, until it was time for
early dinner, where everyone-as was traditional-ate
too much, before putting on their winter overcoats
and piling out to the cars to drive to Midnight Mass.
Matt had somehow managed to persuade Hooch to mix
up his military winter gear with civilian clothes,
so as not to look like he was there to put a bullet
in someone. His greatest achievement in that persuasion
was that Hooch still had no idea how menacing he could
be to a civilian, even when he didn't try at all.
had become increasingly silent, but refused to tell
Matt what was the matter. Instead pretending to be
fine, with an expression meant to resemble a smile
pasted on his face. With the cars filled with talking
relatives, fidgeting children, and the various bits
and pieces that were being taken to church, there
wasn't any opportunity for Matt to ask what was wrong.
They soon arrived in the parking lot, everyone decanting
from the cars, and Matt's family was being swallowed
up by the crowd.
knew that Hooch would need a moment to prepare himself
for the onslaught of the mass of unfamiliar people,
and they waited for a few minutes on the far side
of the car. "You look like you're about to implode.
clamped down on his control so tightly, his teeth
ground as he shook his head. "I'm fine. Just
not big on churches, especially not the Catholic ones
with all their sin bullshit. I heard enough of that
for a lifetime."
blinked at the tone and the words. Hooch was an iceberg
in more than just the obvious, but also in what was
usually so deep below the surface: the gaping holes
in his past, that not even the increased contact with
his sister over the last few months had come close
to filling in. Something was seriously wrong. "Do
you want to go back?" Matt asked, "say one
of us is coming down with a chill?"
not disappointing your mom." Hooch's jaw set
into a determined line. "No bastard of a motherfucking
priest from a lifetime ago is going to make me do
that. I only regret I didn't kill the fucker myself."
Hooch forced himself to take a deep breath and went
into pokerfaced mission-mode. "Let's go."
aback when Hooch moved off suddenly, Matt almost scrambled
to catch up, hoping with all his might that he hadn't
just jumped to horrific conclusions from two simple
sentences. He walked a reassuring half step behind
Hooch as they joined the milling, friendly crowd in
the parking lot, so wrapped up and muffled in their
winter coats and hats and scarves it was difficult
to tell who anyone was.
stayed close to Hooch at all times, always an eye
on him, making sure he knew where he was, but he didn't
need to rescue him. Hooch was doing a remarkably good
job at pretending to be a normal socialized human
being. When they moved into the church, aglow with
hundreds of candles and beautifully adorned with an
abundance of traditional Christmas decorations, Matt
shepherded Hooch into a pew, so that he sat between
Anne and himself. His mom looked at him with a carefully
guarded question in his eyes, as she glanced at the
tense man beside her, and Matt mouthed 'help him'
at her, behind Hooch's back. Anne nodded slightly,
smiled, patted Hooch's hand and sat back, waiting
for the choir to start and mass to begin.
sat close, legs touching, trying to be reassuring
but feeling the tension in Hooch as he went through
the motions. Obviously familiar to Hooch, even if,
as he said, it was from a lifetime ago.
never knelt, stood instead when the majority of the
congregation knelt at the appropriate times, and never
opened his mouth to join in any 'amen' let alone the
Lord's prayer, nor did he sing any of the hymns. He
remained tense throughout the rituals, staring straight
ahead. To Matt it seemed as if he had retreated into
his military mission headspace. Hooch's tension increased
during the sermon, his whole body strumming with what
Matt was convinced was his urge to fight or flight.
Not giving a damn that they might be observed, he
placed his hand onto the rock hard muscle of Hooch's
thigh, trying to ground him with his presence. He
noticed from the corner of his eyes that his mom gently
patted Hooch's hand again, then simply left hers on
his, so that Hooch found himself sandwiched between
two solid, warm presences, and Matt loved his mom
for that more than ever.
last the mass was over, and Hooch seemed to almost
slump with relief. He took a moment before getting
up, still safely between Matt and Anne, with Matt's
dad a step behind, who had clearly sensed that something
wasn't quite right. Walking down the aisle slowly,
Matt tried to shield Hooch as much as he could as
faces from the past came to greet him and to look
curiously at Hooch.
that the organized part of the mass was over, Hooch
managed to get back into his social-dealing mode,
and while he left all the talking to Matt and his
family, he did shake hands and didn't look as if he
was going to bite them off any second. Eventually,
the crowds gathered outside at the snow covered and
twinkling Christmas tree, to enjoy mince pies and
mulled wine in the cold night.
slipped away at the first opportunity and was standing
at the side, in the darkness. His hands in his pockets,
he was gazing up into the clear black sky.
Matt's voice behind him was soft. "Drink? You
look like you need it." Mulled wine in a Styrofoam
cup. Practicality for a night when nobody wanted to
be left with washing-up that could be avoided. The
wine had been barely drinkable even before it had
been boiled with sugar and spices in bulk and then
ladled out into foam cups in a parking lot, but it
was still warm, and alcoholic. Hooch looked rather
in need of both.
Hooch took the cup and sipped on it. Steam curling
around his face. "Now I know why you are quite
the something that you are."
Matt took a step closer, but not touching Hooch. Too
exposed out here, even though they were some distance
away from the main crowd.
you have a great family. How a family should be."
Hooch drained the last of the wine in his cup, not
giving a sign how it tasted to him. "Thank you
" he hesitated, "for letting me
be part of it."
welcome," Matt said, "in both senses."
stayed there, in the quiet and the dark, until they
could hear the sounds of the crowd starting to disperse,
and returned to the cars and the rest of Matt's family.
Anne and John gave Hooch a concerned look, but when
it appeared that there was nothing to worry about,
they returned to the task of rounding up sleepy children
for the car ride back to the house.
ended up one vehicle short, because the latest newborn
had been taken home earlier, and both Hooch and Matt
squeezed into the back seat with a couple of kids,
between a child seat and a booster pad, refusing to
let any of the older folks cram themselves in there.
The younger one, a toddler of two, was so tired, she
immediately drooped, snuggled up to the man beside
her, and took hold of his large hand, which happened
to be Hooch's. His look of quiet panic was priceless,
but Matt just shrugged with a 'can't do anything about
it, buddy' gesture and John and Anne in the front
appeared to be oblivious. Hooch had no other option
than to sit still, keep his hand where it was, and
let the kid sleep. Only Matt noticed how Hooch gradually
relaxed, his breathing evening out in sync with the
kid's. Who would have known.
barely hid a smile on the way back to the house, and
as he unbuckled his little niece and carried her to
bed, more thoughts burned through his mind. He had
no time to ask Hooch that night, because by the time
he got to their room, Hooch was already in bed and
fast asleep. Crawling in beside Hooch, spooning behind
him, Matt tried to get some sleep, knowing that it
would not be long before the morning, anticipating
to be woken by the sounds of shrieking children at
few short hours later, Hooch jolted awake at a blood
curdling scream that had him jump out of the bed,
ready to attack and defend, before the next high-pitched
squeals and screams stopped him in his one-man mission.
"What the fuck?" He stood in his boxers
in the dark, chilly room, blearily scrubbing his face.
guess they liked the iPods," Matt muttered sleepily,
reaching for a pillow and crawling under it, to muffle
the sounds. "Come back to bed, it's cold, and
they won't be done for a while yet."
nice things I said about your family last night, scratch
that. Today they are out to give me a heart attack."
Hooch grumped but slid back under the duvet. Glad
he wore shorts when at Matt's parents. The thought
of racing downstairs stark naked and in full warrior-mode,
made him shudder first, then chuckle against Matt's
shifted backwards, craving the contact even as he
grumbled at the chill. "Kids, Christmas, damage
to ear drums. It's traditional. I suppose at least
we can be thankful that that's one worry we'll never
would never have produced a kid anyway." Hooch
imitated an octopus as he wrapped himself around Matt
to soak up his heat. "I got myself a vasectomy
when I joined up."
started, and tried to turn around but was prevented
by Hooch's firm grip. "You couldn't have been
more than a kid yourself. Wasn't that a bit drastic?"
it?" Hooch would have shrugged, had he been in
a different position. "I wasn't going to fuck
up anyone's life, so I made sure."
minutes passed while Matt thought of, and discarded,
a dozen different things to say, and settled for leaning
back further into the embrace. "I see."
Not that he particularly wanted to, but between what
little he did know of Hooch's family, Hooch's amusement
in spending his inheritance on his club membership
and their collection of increasingly kinky sex toys,
and an 18-year-old's vehemence that he would not have
children of his own, the picture was emerging, and
it was not a pleasant one. "We'll have at least
until 8 before any of the adults go downstairs to
calm them down," Matt changed the subject, "unless
you want to be subjected to endless showing off of
presents, I advise we don't go down before 8.30. Anything
you want to do before then?" The tone suggestive,
as was the pointed shove into Hooch's groin.
sure the little monsters of your family won't come
storming up here demanding to show off their presents
instead?" Hooch chuckled, pushing his groin back
against Matt's ass.
locked, and they know that everyone will be down soon
anyway." He paused, grinned. "I'm quite
sure we're not the only ones thinking what we're thinking
scrunched up his face. "Don't make me imagine
sex amongst your family members." He shuddered
for good measure, "but I have heard that orgasms
are the best way to start Christmas."
it is," Matt laughed, "Merry Christmas."
With that he wriggled onto his back, waiting for Hooch,
who pulled off his boxers and joined Matt back on
the bed, but upside down and on his side. In one swift
motion he rolled Matt onto his side to face him, and
sucked down on Matt's cock while his own nudged against
never saw Hooch's grin, but he could hear the contented
they got downstairs, the living room was awash with
wrapping paper, sticky tape, and excited children.
There were lots of hugs and thankyous from the children
(and the adults) for the presents. Hooch found himself
sitting on the floor with two of the five-year-olds,
watching one of their new DVDs with infinite patience
and quite a lot of entertainment, while Matt was shocked
to see his far-too-cool-for-this teenage nephew regress
to childhood or became a polite adult and actually
was enthusiastic about his new iPod.
looked up from watching the Pixar cartoon, as Anne
pushed a second mug of hot, steaming coffee into his
face. He smiled his thanks, and went back to watching,
while sipping his coffee. "Uncle Hooch?"
One of the kids piped up.
took Hooch a moment to catch on. 'Uncle Hooch' was
a new one. It sounded strange to his ears, because
his nephews had never called him that. "Yeah?"
He balanced the half empty mug on his knee.
want to go and have a snowball fight later. You coming?"
The kid looked so hopeful, Hooch couldn't do anything
but agree. "Yeah, will do."
glanced across at Matt who was chatting to one of
his sisters. "I'm sure I can persuade him."
boy whooped and announced to the whole room that Uncle
Hooch and Uncle Matt would take all of the kids out
to a snowball fight later. Hooch's expression of sudden
panic was back once more, because 'all of the kids'
had not been in his plan, but it was too late to protest.
making sure that everyone was wrapped up warmly, Hooch
in the all-black tactical gear that made the kids
stare open-mouthed, Matt lead the way out to the large
park in the next street that had been the site of
many a snowball fight. As soon as they arrived, Hooch
sorted the kids into two teams, more or less evenly
matched in age and size. He put Matt in charge of
one, himself of the other, and declared that this
was going to be a proper, snowball war-game, before
he spirited his team out of hearing distance for a
stared after him, then shook his head with a grin,
and went to do the same for his own team. While he
had keen memories of his time as a USMC, he knew that
if Hooch pulled out all the way, he wasn't going to
have a chance, and thus he had to try and out-guess
his Delta partner.
had the advantage of some familiarity of the park,
if vague, and at least there hadn't been the funds
to change the park much in the years since he left.
He guided his team to a part of the grounds near the
play equipment that gave them easy maneuverability
and plenty of snow to stockpile ammunition. Keeping
an eye on Hooch, visible in black, he set his team
to snowball making, and waited.
ushered his troop into the lightly forested area,
where they first made stacks of snowballs, which Hooch
distributed in small piles along the area, strategically
planning attack, defense and if must be retreat. He
sent out a few of his team, three older kids armed
with snowballs, to draw the other team closer by taunting
them while pelting them with snowballs. Retreating
into the trees, he waited until his scouts were engaged
in a fight, before guiding his remaining troops in
an arch along the side of the park, flanking the opposing
team. The smallest kid held tightly onto his hand
as they walked quietly, using the trees as visual
shelter as best as they could. When his faction was
close enough to belly-crawl through the snow, he placed
the kid on his back, where she held on tightly, securing
a stack of snowballs as ready ammunition for the moment
team, realizing they were being drawn out into the
open, had retreated to the play equipment, where they
had the advantage of height, raining snowballs down
on Hooch's scouts. Matt kept a keen eye on the park,
knowing that Hooch had held half his team in reserve,
and he cursed himself that he had lost sight of them.
older kids of Hooch's team were holding out well.
He'd briefed them that it would be hard, they were
the decoys, after all, and he'd fired them up, just
like he had done when he'd led his team into dangerous
missions. The kids had lapped it up, bursting with
pride to have been chosen and raring to go. Now they
held their own, even though pelted with snow they
still kept fighting back.
a battle cry from the bushes surrounding the play
area, immediately joined by a cacophony of kids' voices
that yelled as they attacked Matt's team, that screamed
in surprise, having been taken in a pincer movement.
Hooch himself came running, the girl holding onto
the hood of his tight fitting parka, and Hooch secured
the kid with one hand, with the other aiming at Matt,
snow balls flying in a crazy mayhem.
was chaos of running and screaming kids, melting snowballs,
white powder and lumps everywhere, slush and absolute
fun. It was clear that Hooch's team had 'won', though
that was largely moot when everyone was drenched,
chilled, laughing and exhausted, more than ready to
head back to the house for lunch. Emily clung to Hooch
like a limpet, refusing to let go until they were
safely back and she was handed over to her mother,
protesting all the way that she wanted to stay with
was still grinning like a loon by the time he'd stomped
off the snow on his boots and had shaken off his clothes
and hair. When Matt turned to tell him good humouredly
he was a bastard for getting snow down his neck and
chest, he stopped in his tracks and said nothing,
just ruffling the snow out of Hooch's damp hair with
a sudden big lump in his throat.
went to their rooms to get changed, kids and grown-ups
alike, before lunch was ready. Hooch stood in the
room in his briefs, toweling his hair, when Matt came
inside from the bathroom.
closed the door firmly, took the towel and gently
helped with the job, the awkward bits where his extra
inch of height helped. "I think my mother and
sisters are about to nominate you for sainthood for
keeping the kids out of the house." He put the
towel down. "Thank you," he turned to take
Hooch in his arms. Even though he hated himself for
deflating the mood, he asked because he had to: "what
did that priest do to you?"
tensed and stepped out of the embrace. His face was
closed off. "I'm not talking about this."
eyes fixed on him in worry, glad that he was between
Hooch and the door. "Ok, fine, not now, but at
least let me know if
well, I had no idea until
last night when we got there and I would have come
up with something else if
would have thought that there was one thing more awkward
to talk about with Hooch apart from his need for 'time
it go, Matt." Hooch's facial expression softened,
as he kept his gaze on Matt. "Let it go, okay?"
His voice gentled, reaching out to gather Matt back
into the embrace. His lips moved against Matt's neck
as he murmured, "the past is the past. Let it
nodded into Hooch's shoulder, knowing when to leave
something. He'd left it well alone for fifteen years
already, hadn't he? "Should get dressed. They'll
be calling us down soon."
starving." Hooch smiled as he let go of Matt
once more. If the smile was a little forced, it wasn't
the worst of his attempts at it, not by a long shot.
"Taking the kids out was probably a ploy by your
mom to get me to eat even more than usual."
should know that by now." Matt stepped back and
headed for the door, leaving Hooch a few precious
minutes of privacy before he had to come down and
face the horde again.
Hooch appeared downstairs, he was dressed in a tailored
button down shirt that Matt had never seen on him,
and which must have cost shitloads, judging by the
fabric and the way it fit perfectly. Clearly Hooch's
concession to the holidays. He was carrying a large
manila envelope, which he placed onto the bedecked
mantelpiece. Everyone else was already at the table,
inviting him to sit at his customary place, right
whatever reason, they skipped saying grace, and if
Matt suspected that something was up, he didn't let
on, but sent his mother a grateful look all the same.
If at all possible, the table was even more loaded
with food than it had been at Thanksgiving, so much
so that the sturdy solid hardwood table was groaning
under the weight. As predicted, Hooch was the recipient
of all over gratitude from his in-laws for keeping
the children occupied so that the adults could get
on with the task of getting the meal under way without
having overly excited children and their new toys
getting in the way.
children kept chattering away about the 'awesome battle'
they had had, and if Hooch received an occasional
not-wholly-approving look from one of the parents,
it was quickly tampered by the relief and the knowledge
that this man, no matter what Matt's family might
sometimes think about the quiet Texan officer, was
probably the most reliable and safest choice to have
around their kids. Besides, there was Matt, and everyone
around the table knew without the shadow of a doubt
that Hooch Bozic was devoted to Matt.
was more relaxed now, comfortable with Matt's family
through the repeated exposure over the years. The
loud, happy, loving family with its perceptive matriarch
who had taken him in without a question or a murmur.
It was when he moved to reach for another serving
of the mashed potatoes, that Matt realized that the
fabric of Hooch's shirt, though not exactly thin,
was of such fine weave that the shape of his nipple
rings was just barely visible when he moved. Matt
swallowed his bite of ham with difficulty, wondering
if anyone else could see, or whether it was because
he knew what Hooch was wearing underneath.
one else gave any clues if they'd noticed or not,
but they might simply be polite. Hooch, turned his
head as he reached for the salt, and gave Matt one
quick, sharp grin. For once, clearly not oblivious.
shot him a look and looked down at his plate, listening
to his brother talk about his upcoming ice-fishing
trip to Alaska, nodding at all the appropriate places,
because that was all Paul really wanted when he spoke
about his beloved fish.
to the gills, as usual at his parents' house Matt
was amazed that nobody in the family was fat, given
the amount of food that everyone down to the smallest
child seemed to enjoy. Dessert, however, was where
his sisters had always concentrated their efforts,
and it seemed that after the table had been cleared
from the main meal, it was just as full of pies, cakes,
home-made ice-cream and other sweets.
sat in his chair as if he was never going to be able
to get up again, after Anne had ladled a third helping
onto his plate, which he'd been too polite to refuse,.
He groaned, trying to resist any of the desserts,
but in the end he agreed to ice cream, hoping it would
somehow fit. The strong coffee afterwards, followed
by whisky or brandy for the adults, was much appreciated.
wasn't before they'd all retired to the collection
of sofas, chairs, and cushions on the floor, with
all of the kids engrossed once more in their toys
and gadgets, that Hooch retrieved the thick manila
envelope, and handed it to Matt with a simple, "Merry
looked at him quizzically, because Hooch never really
took the usual suggested timelines for presents, and
bought things when he felt it appropriate, such as
Rex coming several months before Matt's actual birthday
being fairly par for the course. He opened it, eyes
wide, and dropped the entire pile of papers in shock
once he read the heading on the first one.
picked up the stack papers, all neatly ordered, and
the little plastic card that had fallen out, before
the rest of the family noticed what was happening.
He flipped through the documents: will, powers of
attorney, insurance documentation, pension documentation,
bank accounts, investment accounts. Neatly set out
in typeface, all the formalities that they could do
to make their partnership official, everything short
of what their state and Hooch's job would permit.
Matt looked across at his partner, stunned.
of those you have to sign in front of witnesses who
aren't related to you," Hooch said. Sounding
casual to anyone but Matt, who knew him better than
Hooch probably knew himself.
nodded, still in disbelief. "I...." he swallowed.
"Thank you." He'd think of possible witnesses
later, but for now still amazed at the thought behind
Hooch's actions. "I guess I should go and see
your attorney too," he said, knowing Hooch would
understand that he'd reciprocate formally.
was all I could do." A hint of insecurity in
Hooch's voice, very much unlike him.
" Matt stopped again what was
it with him being unable to think things through,
"it is all that we can do." Quite literally.
Nothing else that could possibly be done, considering
who they were and where they lived. "Thank you."
He looked down and carefully placed the precious documents
back in the envelope before anyone else in the room
noticed the quiet in their part of the room.
the first time ever in front of Matt's family, Hooch
reached for Matt's hand and squeezed it tightly. It
was clear to Matt what Hooch would have rather done
but didn't dare to.
squeezed back, then let go as Emily toddled up, large
stuffed bear held close, completely smitten with Uncle
Hooch, who smiled ruefully at Matt before picking
up the little girl to sit on his lap.