Wednesday Briefs #44 - Sire and Justice

Greetings folks. 

Sire and Justice are really building a story here.

I hope you are enjoying it!

Today's prompt is a character crying.

Character Crying

“Mmph.” Justice held onto his lover as if his life depended on it. He sighed deeply, trying to hold back the tears starting to fall from his eyelids. He’d done it. Justice made himself relevant in Sire’s life and all he needed to do now was convince his Sire to make that next step. Though Sire seemed to be backtracking on the agreement they’d made months ago, Justice was still happy at how much progress they’d made in this short time period.  

Sire’s azure eyes met Justice’ gaze. He kissed him lightly on the lips. “What’s wrong, lover? Why the tears?” Sire gently brushed his calloused hand against Justice’ face. “I thought you’d be happy to be with me long term.”

Justice sniffed and chuckled through the moisture pouring form his eyelids. He moistened his lips and gulped hard. His mouth felt like sandpaper. “Oh, of course I am Sire. I’m just in shock. I mean−” Justice straightened himself on Sire’s lap and laid his head onto Sire’s. “I’ve been wondering if you’d ever acknowledge the way we feel about one another, I mean, I know you loved your wife and all and um.” Justice stopped himself a moment to make sure the thought he was trying to convey didn’t come across all wrong. “I didn’t want to try replacing her, I just wanted to be important to you.”

“And you are.” Sire lifted Justice’ chin and placed small pecks on the trail of tears. “You are very special to me. You’ll never replace anything I had with Tawnya. What we have is unique and beautiful. I love you just the same but I’m treating the two loves as very different situations. Tawyna was my life partner as a young man and now I have you as an older man. I would consider myself very lucky to have fallen in love with two very lovely people.” Sire ran his hands over Justice’ silk shirt, tracing the ruffles one by one. “You’re my partner, my helper, my confidant. You’re my man, Justice. With this bracelet it means we’re committed and like I said, it doesn’t mean that we aren’t going to make that next step, I only want you to realize how D/s isn’t the whole thing in our relationship. It’s only part of it. It’s an enhancement.”

Justice nodded and dropped his head, somewhat disappointed in Sire’s answer. Didn’t Sire realize that Justice craved for the D/s to be more than just part of their commitment? He wanted to live it to its fullest. He desired for his Sire to test his abilities, push him to the limits, take him to new heights that he knew only Sire could take him in. Going to the munches weren’t just entertainment for him, they were a learning experience. He wished Sire would take a more active role in showing him the importance of discipline and authority then coat it with love. It wasn’t a game to him it was part of what he wanted out of their life together.

I hope he sees where I’m coming from.

“Justice? Do you feel better now, love?” Sire raised his bushy eyebrows and curled his arms around Justice’ waist. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

Justice reciprocated the small kiss Sire gave him and rested his hands on his old man’s broad shoulders. He enjoyed that deep voice with the British accent asking him how he was feeling and being all nice but not as much as the tough talk laced with expletives that Sire used when he wanted something right then. It was more than just the way he said it but how he showed his anger if things weren’t done just so. Until Sire, Justice had never known this side of him that wanted to be spanked, bound, and forced to wait to climax. He’d always looked for a more mature man to love him and Sire was that man who introduced him to a world he never thought he’d take so much pleasure in.

Recalling the first couple of nights they played, Justice sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He softly ran his hand over Sire’s face and kissed the tip of his nose. “I do, Sire, I just want you to realize how important all this is to me and how I look forward to it being a bigger part of our lives.” And he did even if it meant doing something wrong on purpose just to see his personal drill sergeant in action.

Justice felt he was never cut out for military life since he often thought of himself as a wimp but with Sire as his lover he could have part of that along with the nurturing lover he’d always been searching for.

* * * *

Hope you enjoyed here are the other authors playing this week

Jon Keys
JC Wallace
A.R. Von
Grace Duncan
Shelly Schulz
Sarah Hayes
MA Church
Chris T. Kat
Tali Spencer
Victoria Adams
Cia Nordwell
Nephylim
Rob Colton
Elyzabeth VaLey
Lily Velden
Raine O’Tierney
Andrew Q. Gordon
Julie Lynn Hayes

Wednesday Briefs #43 Sire and Justice

Good morning

I';m participating in the Wednesday Briefs once again, playing with Sire and Justice

And I love the way the story is developing into a more complete tale.

Today we're using this prompt

Justice grabbed the mug from the table and fixed Sire’s coffee as he liked; black with 3 cubes of sugar. He released a breath, happy that the mug hadn’t really been displaced. Not only that, he’d made his Sire happy which meant he’d be close to what he really wanted; complete acceptance, total love, and a collar. The ultimate gift for any sub was to be collared by their dom. Justice wanted this most of all and he hoped his efforts to be the perfect sub wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Here you are, Sire.” Justice placed the mug on the side of his plate. “Just as you like. Is there anything else?” Justice waited for Sire to tell him to sit. He’d been up most of the morning making sure everything was spic and span, exactly to his liking.

Sire looked up at him and waved out his hand towards the chair opposite him. “No luv, please…relax. I know you’ve been working very hard and besides, I have something to give you.”

Justice smiled wide and pulled out the chair, settling in. His feet ached from running around looking for the mug and cleaning all morning. He closed his eyes when his butt hit the chair and waited with anticipation to see what Sire was going to give him. Could it be a collar? A ring? No, Sire isn’t the type to marry me again is he? Well damn, gay marriage did become legal here in Illinois. Justice would be overly happy if Sire did make that commitment to him but with a collar…yes that would be better than a ring. “Oh Sire…you… I’m sorry, can I speak?”

Sire reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box. “Of course, luv. You’re relaxing now that means you relax as a sub too. As long as you don’t get out of line then there is no problem.” Sire reached across the table and grabbed onto Justice hand. He lightly dragged his nails along Justice’ skin and toyed with his fingers. “Sometimes you take this submissive role to the hilt. I mean, I know we like to play that way but… some of it gets a little much, right? The last munch we went to was, well more than enough. I’m happy to have you as my sub but some of the D/s relationship goes too far.”

Justice sucked in a breath, loving the way Sire touched him. So gentle, so erotic. His cock hardened in his jeans just thinking of what Sire would do to him after he finished breakfast. Justice was so lost in what Sire was doing, he totally missed what Sire was trying to say. “Forgive me Sire, I missed what you said. I was caught up in the moment. You’re making me horny.”

Sire flashed a wicked smile and wiped his mouth with his napkin without letting go. When he finished, he took both of Justice’ palms and gently kissed his knuckles. “My love, I am your Sire, your dom, but more importantly, I am your lover. It is true, I do expect to be cared for a certain kind of way but a lot of what they preach at the munches we attended from time to time is a little too much for me. By no means am I saying it’s wrong because I know it is a way that some people express their love for the person they adore. It is not my way though, Justice. We play the game, yes, I like some things; the restraints, the hot wax, keeping you from cumming, I love all of that. However, I have no wishes to go any further, just as we chatted about in the beginning.”

“Yes Sire. There are things I’m not into as well. I mostly crave the discipline.” Justice straightened his shoulders, trying to stay attentive to what Sire was saying despite his touches.

“And I have no problem giving it to you.” Sire’s blue eyes met Justice’ gaze. He planted soft kisses on Justice’ fingertip and followed those with licks. “You are my lover, first and foremost, Justice and because you are exactly what I’ve asked for, I wanted you to have this.” Sire let go and reached for the box, placing it in front of Justice. “You have earned this, my love. However, this is only the beginning.”

Justice nodded and his eyes dropped to the black, velvet box. It looked about the right size for the collar but they’d only been seeing one another for a year. He thought it was a little too soon to receive that ultimate gift.

“Justice?” Sire cocked an eyebrow. “Lover, please open it. I told you to relax.”

Justice’ heart thudded against his ribs. His mouth tasted like sandpaper. Oh what is it? I can’t be disappointed if he doesn’t collar me? He loves me, I know he does but… like he just said, it is just the beginning. It’s something before the collaring. Justice gulped hard and gripped the box firmly in hand. He ran his finger across the top, loving the feel of velvet against his flesh. A part of him didn’t want to open it just so he wouldn’t get overly upset if it wasn’t what he craved. Bracing himself, he cleared his throat and pulled it open. “Oh… Sire, it’s lovely.” No it wasn’t the collar but instead a beautiful silver bracelet with charms of everything he loved; books, motorbikes, music, along with a heart and key. “Sire, you…you shouldn’t have.” Justice picked it up, holding it in front of his face. “What is the key and heart for my Sire?”

“Well my love, only you have the key to my heart.” Sire took the bracelet and unhooked it. “I didn’t think anyone would ever have my heart after my dearest Tawnya passed away but I was clearly mistaken.” He closed the clasp and kissed Justice’ wrist before making a trail up his arm. “I love you, Justice more than anything.” Sire yanked him into his lap, urging him to sit.

Justice did that and reciprocated the kiss. He thrust his tongue into Sire’s mouth, fighting for prominence. “I love you too, my Sire.” Justice groaned into his embrace. And I will never, ever love another.”

* * * *

Hope you enjoyed. Please take a look at the other authors this week!

Jon Keys
Shelly Schulz
JC Wallace
Grace Duncan
Rob Colton
Lily Sawyer
Raine O’Tierney
Victoria Adams
MA Church
Chris T. Kat
Tali Spencer
Elyzabeth VaLey
Renee Stevens
MC Houle

Julie Lynn Hayes

Wednesday Briefs #42 - New Story from Binding Justice

Greetings

I'm excited to start a new story for existing characters, Sire Jacobs and Justice Densley from Binding Justice. 

To give you a little background on them, here is the synopsis:

Sire Jacobs, a transplanted British man, retired officer from the army has recently been widowed when he loses his wife Tawyna to cancer. At age fifty, he’s now in search of someone to help him since he is hobbled by an old war injury to his leg that pains him to walk. Not to mention, he would like to have some sort of companion, not for love but more for sex as well as assistance.

Three weeks after his wife’s death, he’s visited by his good friend Gabriel, a gay entrepreneur who comes to Chicago primarily for his new club opening but also to support Sire through this difficult time. While there, he tells Sire that he should explore his “gay side” that has laid dormant for years because of his marriage as well as his status in the military. Sire somewhat agrees but is hesitant about becoming involved with someone new so soon.

Jarvis Densley, a twenty three year old retail worker from the north side of Chicago is lonely and desires someone new in his life. He lives with an older man, Abe, who’s the cousin of his friend Paulo. Abe was nice enough to take Jarvis in when his parents threw him out the house after admitting he was gay. Jarvis is a lanky young man who Abe and Paulo urge to start caring more about his appearance since he wants to be in a committed relationship.

After help from Abe with clothing and his overall look, Jarvis attends club Dare with Abe and his cousin, which is the place Gabe is opening. Upon sight of the young man, Gabe brings Jarvis into the club to meet Sire who is sitting at the bar. Their connection is obvious that first night, both would like more.

Sire, however, would like to try something new. Other than being sexually interested in a man, he also desires to be a D/s relationship where his companion would serve him and allow him control, bound by the elder Jacobs, who has always been aroused by power trips. He would like Jarvis to be this man, the one that allows him to have domination. Sire Jacob’s feels this sort of commitment would be best, not only to fulfill his desires but also halt anyone taking the place of his deceased wife. 

* * * *

Here is my flash using You Need Coffee

“Oh fuck, any minute now!” Justice quickly scampered across the kitchen, looking for the Sire’s favorite coffee cup. “Where is that fuckin’ mug?” He’d washed every dish and misplaced his master’s beloved black mug reading, “I am the Dom” somewhere in the house and if he didn’t find it, Sire would be especially upset with Justice. And really, although he enjoyed when his Sire made him wait to come or on sex, he didn’t want to be punished more than once and not first thing in the morning. Not when he had so many chores and duties to take care of throughout the day. Loving torture was nice but only in the evening after Justice had time to be too tired. Not first thing, not along with the breakfast.

Shit.

“Justice? Is my meal prepared?” The loud British voice boomed from upstairs, coupled with the sounds of heavy boots making their way down the steps. Even with the surgery on his crippled leg, he still wasn’t walking any softer. Didn’t matter though, Justice thought his man did it just to make his presence known. And actually he kind of liked it. It meant authority to him. 

“Yes Sire.” Justice dashed to the stove and dropped the plate on the table, waving his fingers when he did. He’d touched it while it was still hot, without a mitt just to get it there before Sire took the last step. Sire hated for his food to be microwaved.

Radiation isn’t good for you. I don’t believe in eating anything heated in the microwave.

Despite the old man's thoughts the microwave was Justice’ best friend when Sire wasn’t around. It warmed his food to perfection and Sire couldn’t tell if it had been nuked. Yes, Justice was a great cook and he knew exactly how to get his lover’s meals just right and he took advantage when he needed. Just to avoid the punishment even though the discipline was always done with love.

“Justice? Is it just the way I like it?” Sire shoved the kitchen door so hard, it banged against the side counter.

Justice stood at attention as his Sire liked. He loved running the household as he did when he ruled the military during Desert Storm.  He winced, pulling his sore fingers up to the side of his head. “It is, Sire.” Sire like his name instead of Sir like other dom’s did. It was just one thing Justice appreciated about his Sire. He’d taken him in and given him a new life, name, all the love he could handle and the discipline he craved. Sire was his everything and now, he looked forward to many more days being his partner and caregiver.

“Good then.” Sire hobbled to the table and plopped in the chair, nearly toppling the table when he did so. He hung the end of his cane on the opposite seat while gazing at his breakfast. “Hmm, somethin’s missing, Justice. This is not exactly as I wanted.”

Justice cocked an eyebrow. “You said lightly toasted bread, one egg, not running with two strips of bacon, a sausage link and a slice of cantaloupe on the side.”

“Mhmm, but where’s my drink, love?” Sire picked up his fork and inspected the silverware to make sure it was spotless. He always asked for them to be so clean that he could see his reflection.

“Um…” Justice nibbled on his bottom lip, wondering what he'd tell his lover about the suddenly absent coffee cup. “Sire, I can’t find your mug and since you only like that cup…”

Sire separated his one egg on the plate and lifted the piece of toast to check the top for color. “Yes but, I need something to drink, Justice. I must have my morning java.”

“Yes Sire, you need coffee but is it fine that it isn’t in the black dom mug?” Justice clicked his heels and sprinted to the maker to turn it off. He opened the cabinet, waiting for his master’s response. Justice hoped he wasn’t too disappointed about the missing coffee mug.

“Ah Justice…” Sire laughed to himself, carving another piece of the egg. “My love, you are exactly the man I’ve wanted you to be. You go out of your way to please me and I love that about you, my sweet.” Sire dropped his silverware and reached into his pocket. Still grinning, he pulled the black mug out and slapped it on the table. “You are just what the doc ordered, my love. A man willing to go to the limits to please his master; make him happy in bed and out. You have earned the next notch on the sub meter, my love.”

Justice smiled to himself, happy that Sire appreciated his efforts to please him no matter what. And though he was a little annoyed by Sire’s trick, he was glad Sire noticed how far he went out of his way regardless of the circumstances.

Yes Justice was more than happy to be with Sire despite what Abe, Paulo, or anyone who called themselves close to him said. He was happily in love with the only man that made him feel worthy and complete. 

* * * *

Hope you enjoyed. We shall see what they have in store for next week. 

Here are the other flashers

Jon Keys
Grace Duncan
MA Church
Chris T. Kat
Shelly Schulz
Raine O’Tierney
JC Wallace
Rob Colton
Victoria Adams
Elyzabeth VaLey
Cia Nordwell
Tali Spencer
Sarah Hayes
Andrew Q. Gordon
MC Houle
Renee Stevens


Julie Lynn Hayes

Bound for Romance - Binding Justice

Morning readers. I'll be bringing these characters back for the Wednesday Briefs. Not sure for how long but a couple of the prompts jumped out at me for their story. 

Who are they? Sire and Justice from the story Binding Justice in the Bound for Romance anthology. This awesome collection was released in July 2011 from Sizzler Editions under editor Sascha Illyvich. Four stories about BDSM, romance, and erotica all rolled up into one.

My story, Binding Justice is a May/December romance about an older hobbled man, Sire Jacobs, who lost his wife to cancer and wants someone to assist him. When visited by an old friend, Sire is reminded about his desires to be with another man and is asked to explore the fantasies with a young man who'd liven up his sex life and help him as he wants. What he doesn't expect is falling completely in love with Jarvis Densley, renamed Justice and instead of the man just being a partner and assistant, he's become an obsession. 

Here is a snippet from the only m/m romance story in the collection. 

With the help of his cane, Sire got up from his recliner. He pushed the button on the remote before walking to his bedroom where he looked at the empty bed. He hadn't been able to sleep comfortably in the room since Tawyna died because he missed her warm body. It was the room she took her last breath. The disease was so far along the doctors told her it was best to rest at home and allow nature to take its course.

It had been three weeks. Sire felt like it had been much longer. He missed her so much; the feel of her skin, her long black hair. She was beautiful all the way up to the day she died, even with the horrible menace eating away at her.

"I'll be in heaven watching over you, Sire…" she'd say when they took one of their last walks together. Sire smiled to himself when thinking of her delicate grin.

I can't do this.

Sire went a door down to the guest room where he'd been sleeping since that dreadful day. He couldn't bring himself to be in their bedroom, especially since he hadn't gone through her belongings. He couldn't bear to touch anything. He left it as if she were still living.

After undressing, Sire limped over to the half made bed, sitting lightly on the mattress before lying back on the pillow. Once he set his clock for seven, he turned in the direction of the window.

A small tear fell from his eyes when thinking of his companion for the last twenty years. He missed Tawnya Churchton Jacobs more and more everyday and he knew he'd never find another person to replace her. Trying to deal with the fact he may be alone depressed him.

Who wants this old man anyway?

"No one."

Check out the Wednesday briefs tomorrow for a brand new short involving these characters as well as other magnificent authors writing free fiction for you to enjoy