Some of the final chapter to The Devil John Knows and the One Bane Doesn’t coming up
Bane was fuming when he woke to a bucket of water splashed on his face. His growl was absolutely deadly. His wrists, neck, and legs were bound to both sides of the wooden archway of one of the barn’s stables.
And before him, John paced slowly, smirking still as he admired his handiwork. “Those are knots even I can’t break with a knife.” He sauntered over like a cat on a caught mouse. “Now about these negotiations. Having insulted me, Bane, I ‘m not much inclined to negotiate anything anymore.”
Bane’s laugh was as murderous as his glare. “Pity.” He strained against his bounds. He and his little rebel both eyed the faint dust that fell from the top of the arch, but the wood did not give.
John grinned, cheeky. “That good ol’ American craftsmanship.”
“Untie me, dog, and I will gladly change your mind about these negotiations.”
“Oh, you certainly will,” John purred, stepping forward, unflinching when Bane tried to break free again. He unbuttoned Bane’s trousers, kissing a line up the man’s thick neck. He stroked him roughly, fast, until Bane was hard again. He stepped away, taking Bane’s gift of oil from his coat pocket with him. “But first, I fear, I must establish my position.”
“And what position would that be?”
“Certainly not beneath you, even as intense as my release is when you crush me. But this is business.”
Bane watched John undress, feeling as much like the beast as he was fabled to be. “I want to eat you, boy. Devour that tight body and tear you limb from limb.”
John climbed up on a haystack opposite the stables. He lay down on his back, his legs opened like a tavern whore’s. He gripped his cock and balls, moving them out of the way to make sure Bane could see the oil he poured reach his hole. John’s toes curled under his socks when he glanced back up at Bane through his hair. “And then?”
Bane laughed, relaxing. John knew him oh so well. “And then, I will take with me the intimate parts of you that I find most sweet. Keep them in a little chest. And whenever I feel my lust for you returning, I will take those parts from their box and use them as I see fit, as long, as hard, and as often as I wish.”
John’s hole clenched just listening to him speak such lewd threats as he left the haystack. He gripped their cocks together in his slick hand, bucking against Bane’s, their faces pressing together though never to kiss. “Your handling would be too rough,” he panted. “You would break those parts within a day.”
Bane couldn’t offer a response, transfixed in the sight of John turning his back to him, rubbing his ass against Bane’s length before he took hold of it to mount himself. Bane’s eyes closed and his breath tumbled from his mask in strangled, labored breaths. His hips snapped forward of their own volition, without pace or rhythm. He was overcome by how hot and tight John was; more even than the last time they’d ‘battled’ like this. “You haven’t been tending to yourself, little rebel.”
“And I regret it. This hurts.” John groaned, pushing back against Bane’s shallow thrusts. He grit his teeth, and had reach for Bane’s arm just to keep his balance. “I’ve been too busy beating you and your British lords to finger myself as diligently as you’ve ordered me to.”
“Still… you’re too stubborn not to take this beating. You enjoy that stretch and aching.”
To Bane’s utter turmoil, he opened his eyes in time to see John step just out of his cock’s reach. He roared. He tried to buck, he tried to break free of the knots binding him, he tried to bring the whole barn down, but nothing could bring back that soft, warm body save for John and his mercy. Mercy Bane knew John did possess but would never offer freely. Not to Bane, at least. Not without Bane giving him everything he wanted first.
“John, push me any further, and I may honestly lose my wits and kill you, boy.”
John giggled, sweetly. It boiled Bane’s blood. The boy didn’t bother turning to face him, but Bane could tell he was stroking himself. It was… surprisingly cruel. Bane had shed blood today and was prepared to shed more, even that of his own mercenaries just to get close to John again. Through it all, he’d been numb to the bombs and muskets and swords, just focused like a hawk on John. Bane knew that when it was over, he would spread that boy and break him as promised in their letters and yet now, John was threatening to pleasure himself to completion and abandon Bane.
“I underestimated you,” he whispered, careful not to miss hearing one panting breath from his boy.
John paused. At last he turned to face Bane. “That was quick. You have a reputation for weathering torture far better than this.”
“Then… you underestimate yourself as well, devil.”
