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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Sam_Evans/Rory_Flanagan/Jake_Puckerman
  Character:
      Sebastian_Smythe, Jake_Puckerman, Rory_Flanagan, Sam_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Fisting, Anal_Sex, Blood, Violence, Bondage
  Series:
      Part 3 of I_Am_Yours
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-04 Words: 3028
****** Cash On Delivery ******
by rggellar
Summary
     Jake is rented to Sebastian by Sam and Rory, his masters, in exchange
     for a large sum of money. The scars he comes back with, however,
     might outstrip the benefits.
"Look, I don't see what the issue is." Sebastian was leaning over Sam's beat up
truck, sneering. "A little bird told me you have a slave. I've been looking for
one for a year now. See, I had one back in Paris. Great boy. I just want a
weekend with yours."
"No, Sebastian." Rory was clear about it. He didn't want the slim bastard going
anywhere near their prize. Jake was in the middle, curled up, trying not to
listen. Sam was nodding, somewhat plaintively, but Rory was worried he was
genuinely considering it.
"Look, I'll make it worth your while. I know the both of you are trying to make
it on your own. I can get Irish boy a visa to stay. His time's running out,
right? What about a house? Surely you can't keep a strapping young boy like
that in a basement, can you? I'm talking about twenty grand. Ten grand per day.
Thirty if you give me Friday night until Monday night."
Sam's face had darkened, and Rory knew he was considering it. He was too. He
wanted nothing more than to stay in America which his new owners...
Suddenly Jake was opening Rory's door, climbing over him and stepping out into
daylight.
"Jake!" Sam shouted, calling him back. "Get back in the car, now!"
Rory could see the determination on his face. It was made him feel wonderful.
Jake was giving himself up so they could have a better life. He stepped out
too, putting a hand on Jake's shoulder, ready to hand him over. He didn't want
to, but it would mean so much to all of them...
"You have until monday night."
"I'll take good care of him." Sebastian crossed over to his car, as sleek,
expensive thing, and opened the back door. Jake slid himself in, a look of
worry on his face. Sebastian removed a small briefcase from the front seat.
"Half. You get the rest, plus Irish's visa papers when I return him. Let me
know where your new apartment is."
Rory was left in Sebastian's dust holding the case, and he slunk back to the
truck, worried.
"Did we do the right thing?" He asked, panicking. He opened the case to see
that Sebastian had been telling the truth. He did indeed have fifteen thousand
dollars in there. Sixteen, actually, by Rory's count, but he didn't want to
mention it. All money was good for them.
"Let's go. We'll look online for apartments."
---
They were moving in on Monday. The owner had been eager to get it rented, and
so the stood infront of their house, shifting what little possessions they had
inside. The thirty grand would probably cover the rent for the year. Sam's
night job earned enough for utilities and food, and if Rory got one too, they'd
make more than enough to put a big buffer between them and the next rent-day.
Six to seven months worth of buffer, by Sam's reckoning, which was good.
The place was already furnished, thankfully, and it was as they were setting up
their bedroom that they heard a car pull up. Rory and Sam immediately ran to
the door to see Jake pushed out of the side and a briefcase thrown after him.
He was in a bad state, and the couple pulled him back inside, setting him on
the couch.
Rory got some water, forcing it down Jake's throat. He spluttered back to life,
spitting it all over his aid. Sam stood over him, stoic as ever, but deeply
worried. Jake's beautiful skin was covered in bruises and blemishes. What had
Sebastian done to him? He didn't like to think about it.
"Are you OK?" Rory asked, and Jake suddenly recoiled. The feeling of a touch on
his skin seemed to be too much.
"It's OK. It's OK." Sam said, walking slowly over to where Rory was sat. "We're
friends. It's OK. We're not going to hurt you."
Jake sighed deeply, relaxing his position a little. His trust in Rory and Sam
had been shaken. How could they let him go with that man? How?
"I'll make you something to eat. You look starved." Sam crossed over to the
kitchen and opened up the small fridge, taking out less than half a pizza.
They'd eaten them most of it the first night in, before they were able to go
back to the Hudson-Hummels to get Sam's stuff. There were a couple of slices
left, and Sam put them on a plate, then into the microwave, just enough to warm
them through. He offered them plaintively, dreading another violent reaction.
Jake took a slice carefully, although as he ate it, it appeared as though his
throat was sore. Rory moved to touch a hand to it, but he recoiled again, and
the Irish boy sat up.
"I'll get you more water."
It was hours before he was talking again properly. 9:30 PM, by Sam's watch. He
didn't want to say what happened, just that he was glad to be back. It didn't
take long for Rory to suggest he get some rest, and they took him through to
the main bedroom. It was a superking, large enough for all three of them, and
they lay on it together, on the covers, Sam and Rory laying gentle hands on
Jake's bruised, brown flesh.
Jake felt a kiss at his nape and he realised that the pair's intentions weren't
innocent. He was used to this. It was how their relationship operated. He was
there for their pleasure. Sam's lips touched his mouth and he leaned in,
enjoying it, a much more tender touch than he had ever received from Sebastian.
He kept having flashbacks, visions of the things he'd been through, but mostly
he tried to block it out. A hand reached down to his pants, pulling them down,
and he obeyed, helping, tossing them off the bed. Next came his shirt, pulled
up and over his body, his abs showing as much bruising as the rest of him. He
winced slightly as Sam touched a hand to a long, thick bruise, a hand which
slowly crept down. He felt Sam on his penis and closed his eyes, feeling the
kisses on the back of his neck and the hand slowly running up and down his
length. It was slow, considered, loving. He felt his other hands be moved, one
behind and one in front, and suddenly he working them both with small, wrist-
based actions. Sam's lips were still locked on his, and Rory's kisses had moved
to the point where his shoulders met, and he was between them, slowly jerking
them off, feeling them grow harder and harder in his hands.
He liked to play with the heads of their cocks, running a finger over them as
he stroked. He was the only circumcised one, meaning both Sam and Rory had
plenty of skin to run his fingers under. He liked to touch the tip of his
forefinger to the point where the head connected with the foreskin, as if he
was stroking their chins while he slowly worked their dicks. It was the only
trick he knew, one he'd learned on the job. Rory put a hand on his shoulder and
turned him, his cock sticking up in the air, and the couple turned two, kissing
his neck with turned heads, both of them jerking him off with intertwined
fingers, letting him work them the same way. His eyes were still closed, and he
began to think back to his weekend...
---
"On your knees, Slave." Sebastian had been incredibly dominating from the
minute he stepped into his house. No, it wasn't a house. It was a mansion, and
Jake had the feeling that they could go almost anywhere and not be noticed. His
new master clipped a pair of cuffs on his hands, now tied behind his back, and
on his feet.
"Enjoy the ride," He said, dragging him throught the halls by his wrist cuff.
It hurt like hell, but he resisted calling out. He didn't want to know what
would happen if he did. His pants slipped about halfway through the house's
carpeted section, and the narrow fibre burned him as he was dragged.
Sebastian's own room was huge, and Jake was in awe. He must have heard him
gasp, because pretty soon there was a gag in his mouth, ball-shaped, with
indentations for his teeth. It forced his mouth into an awkward shape, one he
couldn't adjust because of the sheer size of the thing. It stretched his mouth
to its limit. He was left kneeling in the room, and it wasn't until he heard
the sound of hard leather heels against wood that he turned his head. Sebastian
had changed - quite quickly, he thought, suspecting that he practiced - into a
leather outfit. It consisted of a full-body harness that tied a ring around his
cock, which was already rock hard and, much to Jake's terror, alarmingly huge,
but also a pair of large, leather boots that came up to his knees. They looked
skin tight, and the sight of it didn't instill any confidence in him. Sebastian
crossed to a cabinet and, leaving a drawer open, removed a small item - a bar,
with four leather loops that he connected to Jake's wrist and ankle cuffs,
forcing him into a permanent kneeling position. He kept his hands flat on the
floor for stability, but Sebastian turned him over, his face pressing against
the floor, his ass stuck high in the air, forced to stay there because of the
rod. Sebastian knelt beside him, holding the paddle.
"You're a disgusting boy, aren't you, slut?" Sebastian brought the paddle down
hard on Jake's ass. He tried to scream, but the gag kept him from making any
substantial noise. "I can't hear you!" He said, bringing it down hard again,
and Jake kept trying to shout, but nothing came out, just bite marks in the
gag, and slap after slap struck him, first on his ass, but then in other
places. The small of his back starting receiving hits, and slowly he realised
Sebastian wasn't just using the paddle. There were crops and whips, more than
enough to cause serious pain. Sebastian had the crop in one hand, the whip in
the other, and he was bringing them both done on him. He couldn't scream. Jake
started to cry, and with his face turned flat, he was positive he saw Sebastian
grow harder.
---
Jake opened his eyes to see Rory naked and working his cock with his mouth. It
was odd - he hadn't had either of them blow him yet, but there he was, his
mouth wrapped around Jake's dick, and the feeling was good. Jake turned to Sam,
whose own clothes had been thrown off the side of the bed too, placing a hand
on his body.
"You're so beautiful, master," He said. Sam smiled and Jake began to kiss him
under the chin, working one hand up his chest, tracing the line of his abs,
feeling it in all his glory. He pulled away from Rory, pushing Sam on his back,
wanting to worship his master, to feel every part of him, to let him know that
he wanted him so badly. He continued to massage Sam's chest as the blonde
brought a finger to his mouth. Jake took his fingers into him, sucking on them
gently, tracing them with a tongue as he stroked his chest. He felt Rory behind
him feel his hole. He knew it was looser than it was. He didn't care. He wanted
him inside him. As two fingers entered him, Jake leaned over, exposing himself,
burying his face in Sam's armpit, kissing it, licking it, tasting him, tasting
the sweat accumulated from his decorating. He ran the hair over his tongue,
lapping up the flavours as Rory's fingers slowly worked inside him.
Sam moved up the bed, pulling his legs towards him, exposing his feet, and he
could feel Rory moving up to three fingers in his ass. Jake began kissing Sam's
feet, worshiping him, caressing them with his hands, licking the gaps between
his feet. He moaned, feeling Rory trade his fingers for his cock, and began
grinding his hips back, forcing himself deeper. His hole was still tender, but
he needs this. He needs loving sex. He pushes through Sam's knees, to the base
of Sam's cock, licking it, working the head with his hand, tasting his pubes.
He hasn't showered for a couple of days. He tastes of sexual sweat, and it
tastes delicious. He can feel Rory pumping away, his hips connecting with the
taut, bruised flesh of Jake's ass. It hurts, each thrust connecting with tender
parts of his body, but he doesn't mind. It's not the same. Rory loves him. He
wants him to be filled up.
Sam turns over, exposing his ass, and Jakes goes for it, tasting it, running
his tongue along the crack, driving it into his hole. Sam loves it, he's
moaning loudly. He's not sure he's ever had anyone eat his ass before. Jake
goes deeper, drinking it in, moving down to lick the line between Sam's balls
and asshole. As he buried his face in it, he felt Rory lean over to whisper in
his ear.
"You should fuck him."
Jake jumped to the side, pulling himself off Rory. He wasn't expecting that. He
couldn't handle it. No. No. No.
---
Sebastian's ass stuck up the air, and he was begging his new slave to finger
fuck him. His latest no-running contraption was to free up Jake's wrists, but
move one of the leather straps to his balls. It kept him kneeling, for fear of
hurting himself, and it was locked tight. Sebastian had the key, and he made it
simple: fist him, and he'd take it off his balls. Jake was doing as he was
told, using the bottle of lube beside him to ease Sebastian up. He was getting
impatient though. Jake didn't want to hurt him too bad, but his new master kept
shouting at him to go deeper, and wider, and so he slipped in a fourth finger,
then his thumb, then he pushed hard, his knuckles going deep, and all he could
hear was Sebastian shouting at him.
"Fuck me! FUCK ME!" He shouted, and Jake tried his hardest to push in, his
knuckles catching on Sebastian's ungiving hole. Suddenly he was in, his ass
finally giving way, letting Jake's hand slip in deep, pushing hard into his
body. Sebastian let out an almighty groan as his slave moved down to his wrist,
his hole swallowing Jake's hand entirely. Jake began to move it, back and
forth, inside him, but something was wrong. Sebastian looked hurt, and Jake
could see small flecks in the lube as he fucked him. Suddenly Sebastian
launched a foot backwards, catching Jake at the wrong angle, throwing him off
the bed, howling as much as he possibly could against the gag, feeling the pain
of his balls being pulled down to his feet. There were tears in his eyes, and
suddenly Sebastian was standing over him, a small amount of blood on his hands
as he pulled them away from his ass.
"It'll heal... Luckily. You could have hurt me, boy." He grabbed the crop and
began hitting him, wildly and without reason. "I'll teach you to fuck with me."
It struck the side of Jake's cheek, drawing blood.
---
Jake felt his healed cut as Rory and Sam huddled around him.
"What's wrong? Was it something-" Rory asked, cut off almost immediately.
"It's nothing. I just..." It was all wrong. The last time - the only time -
Jake had been on top, he had been beaten badly. Yet this was different. He
wanted so badly to be inside Sam. He was rock-hard, and his own hole was aching
for Rory to get back inside him. He motioned, gesturing to the bed, and Sam
resumed his position. Jake lubed up and began to work his hole, gently but
firmly, ignoring the flashbacks to Sebastian. This was different. These were
people who loved him. He moaned loudly as Rory slipped inside him again,
resuming his thrusting. He was slower this time, more deliberate, and Jake
could feel him gently caressing the sides of his hips as he did, and as Sam
gave way to three fingers, he knew he was ready. He pulled his master's hips
back, pressing his hole to his own cock, and slowly entered, Sam moaning loudly
as he did. It was a new experience, warm, wonderful, and he matched Rory's
rythmn, moving between pushing back on the dick inside him and forward into the
tight ass wrapped around him. He draped himself over Sam, still thrusting,
reaching for his cock. He felt Rory do the same, a more difficult reach, but
nonetheless possible. As their fingers intertwined, they began to jerk him,
thrusting as they did, and the moans coming out of Sam's mouth were exquisite.
He wasn't used to it, to the feeling of Sam's soft flesh around his cock, and
he knew Rory was was close too. It was Rory that sent him over the edge, as he
felt a hot rush of cum enter him, and it was as though it was taking him over,
rushing up his body, making him moan, shooting his own load into Sam. Rory
pulled out, gently, and so did Jake, the pair of them landing on either side of
Sam. As he lay on his back, they wrapped themselves around him, all three in a
knot, and worked the blonde boy's cock until he shot his own wad up his chest.
Rory ran his finger up Sam's cum-covered chest and held it to Jake's mouth, who
licked it off gently. All three laughed as they pulled each other closer,
tighter, Jake and Sam sharing the feeling of cum dripping from them, all three
sharing the afterglow. This was different, Jake thought as he watched Sam and
Rory kiss. Sebastian was an anomaly.
He was home now.
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