His Submissive

Need To Be Honest...Or Not

Jesus had been in England for almost a month. Other than the time difference, people driving on the wrong side of the road, slight language difference, and the whole Harry Potter accents, Jesus was accumulating well. 

As well to be expected anyway. He missed his friends, his missed stuff making sense, and when he was lonely and couldn't lie to himself, he knew he missed Sven most of all. Jesus had almost drunk dialed him on his second night here, but luckily his phone died just as his finger was about to tap on Sven's name. 

Jesus had been grateful he hadn't shamed himself even more by leaving a drunk teary voicemail on his ex's voicemail and had chalked it up to karma cutting him some slack. He went into work with a hangover feeling sorry from himself when he ran into Jamie. 

The cute little tech nerd smiled at him shyly and as he tried making small conversation, he finally ripped the band-aid off and asked Jesus to go out with him. 

Jesus had said no the first time. He had liked Jamie, but Jamie had been a different breed than what he was used to. 

Jamie Sloan, son of proud father Morris Sloan and doting mother Jashmin Sloan. Two siblings, an older brother Ivan who was married to a woman name Elsa. And a younger sister Ophelia.  They were the picture-perfect family, all nice and loving. 

When Jesus first started to get to know Jamie he had liked Jamie had no drama in his life. His family all loved and accepted him, he was a great guy, had a good job. Jamie Sloan had been open and ready for commitment. 

And that was what Jesus had always wanted. So why wasn't he happy? 

Jesus could only think of one reason. 

Jesus kissed Jamie harder trying to stop the butterfly pecks, they were annoying and not enticing at all. But Jamie pulled back and whined, "Babe not so hard." Jesus rolled his eyes and pushed Jamie down on the bed, laying chest to chest, Jesus pinned his boyfriend down, grinding into Jamie making him moan. 

Jamie had come over and after shyly asking if Jesus was in the mood had kissed him hoping to get him in the mood. Jesus hadn't been in the mood for s*x, but he needed to blow off some steam and let go of some frustration. And that's what a boyfriend was for.

Jesus started undoing Jamie's pants when Jamie pushed him off and took over. He kissed down Jesus' hard stomach and began undoing his pants, sliding him out of his Calvin Klein's Jamie took Jesus' hard eight-inch d**k down his throat and began sucking him off. 

But Jesus didn't like it. 

Jamie's teeth kept scraping him, he kept complaining his jaw was hurting, and it was honestly turning him off. So he didn't say a word and instead sucked Jamie off but Jamie begged to f**k him instead of cumming in his mouth. 

Jesus bit the bullet, and let Jamie flip him over. The six inches on hard plus girth wouldn't be so hard to work with, Jamie was decent in d**k size. But he was a fumbling moron as he tried to cutely lube up Jesus' ass and then went in slow. Jesus laid there fake moaning as Jamie pumped completely oblivious. 

Jesus didn't even have to work. He just laid there propped up on one arm. 

He tried to throw his ass back, to at least get some pleasure, but Jamie complained it was too hard and hurt his pelvis. Frowning Jesus basically got nothing as he half-heartedly called out, tightened his ass a centimeter, and in seconds Jamie was cumming. Arching his back and hollering, Jamie fell beside Jesus skin glistening and sated. 

Jesus however got out of bed not saying a word, "Where are you going?" Jamie grumbled now wanting to cuddle and hog the covers as he did so. "Shower," Jesus mumbled. Getting in the shower, Jamie lit his joint and opened his window as he tried to convince himself he could live with this. 

But as the joint finished and he stood under the hot spray, he knew what he wanted. 

Sven strapped him to the St. Andrews Cross, looking at Sven with his big doe eyes begging not to be punished, Jesus gasped when Sven gripped his throat. "f*****g hell pet you make it so hard to stay mad at you." Kissing Jesus roughly leaving his lips swollen and panting, Sven grabbed a blindfold, "I can't look you in the eye right now. I need to punish you, and those pretty eyes are just begging to be fucked." 

Jesus whined as his vision was taken from him, and Sven sent a smack to his thigh, "Don't you dare." He growled. Jesus pouted but Sven kissed it sweetly making him smile a little. But then he was moaning as Sven took him into his mouth, his soft lips wrapped around his c**k as he took him to the back of his throat. 

Over and over again until Jesus was arching his hips begging to c*m down his throat. Sven denied him of course, he stood and began stroking Jesus's balls and d**k making him moan as his warm hand had him leaking precum. Sven unhooked Jesus' legs and then whispered, "I wonder how many times I can make you c*m without my permission. Want to wager?" 

Jesus nodded as Sven kissed him gently, "If I win, you have to let me paddle this sweet ass as I f**k it from behind." Jesus shivered, "And if I win?" Sven smirked, "We can do whatever you want." Jesus agreed as Sven whispered, "Then hold on." Wrapping Jesus legs around his waist, Sven put a vibrating u shaped c**k ring around his d**k. 

Turning it on he spat in his hand stroking himself as he kissed Jesus hungrily. When he was nice and slick, he pushed his d**k into Jesus hard, the vibrating c**k ring teasing the brim of his asshole making him cry out as Sven f****d him hard. His little asshole stretching around Sven's large d**k making him whine and beg to c*m. 

"c*m as much as you want baby but that means I'll win." Sven reminded Jesus teasingly. Kissing Jesus, Sven groaned as Jesus' ass tightened around him and pulled out of the twitching hole before he could c*m. 

Smacking Jesus thigh Sven chuckled, "Nice try tightening that sweet ass up trying to get me to cum." Bringing a peg up, Sven had Jesus left leg strapped in higher, so when he slid in, Jesus could feel Sven hitting his prostate.

Eyes rolling in the back of his head, Jesus tried not to c*m, but Sven was relentless and Jesus screamed as his c**k shot out rockets of his hot c*m. Moaning, Jesus panted as Sven kissed down his neck, "That's one." 

Jesus looked up hearing Jamie's voice and put out his joint before finishing up in the shower. Going to his room naked, Jesus put some boxers on and flopped down in bed beside his boyfriend. Jamie hummed in content as he purred like a kitten but Jesus still felt wired up and honestly tired of Jamie's presence now. 

Which he felt awful for when Jamie peeked up at him, smiled sweetly, and kissed his shoulder. Jamie was such a good guy, and the first Jesus had dated, dated, that hadn't been a douche wanting to shove him in a closet. 

Or worse treat him like nothing but a jump-off. 

But Jesus wasn't happy with their relationship, and he knew deep down he had to end it. Now, before Jamie started busting out the promise rings or worse, wanting to move in together. 

Grabbing his phone to put some distance between them, Jesus asked, "Hungry?" Jamie hummed grabbing Jesus so he could annoyingly snuggle back into Jesus' chest, "Yes, but how about instead of ordering in though, I make us a reservation. Somewhere nice?" 

Jesus frowned as he tried to casually brush it off, "Oh I don't really feel like getting all dressed up, let's just order in. You pick." Jamie frowned opening his eyes, "Come on babe, let's go out. On a date, let me spoil you." 

Jesus couldn't think of a reason to stay in, so he got dressed in a nice dark burgundy velvet jacket, and put on his black slacks. Deciding on his black converse high tops, Jesus slid mouse in his hair and tied it back into a ponytail. A curl coming down in his face as he put his gold ear cuff, a tiny snake, on the top of his ear lobe. 

Grabbing his phone and wallet, Jesus headed out seeing Jamie was only semi-ready and texting on his phone rapidly. "Um, everything okay?" Jumping like a frightened mouse, Jamie nodded, "Yeah, sorry two minutes." 

Jesus fought rolling his eyes when Jamie rushed to get dressed and then had the gall to try and drag him out of the house. Jamie had booked them at Madame Pearls, and after giving the keys to the valet, Jamie looked at Jesus like he wanted to say something until his phone rang. 

Jesus decided to step into the bathroom, washing his hands, Jesus blew out a breath before grabbing his phone and with shaky fingers texted Roze letting her know he was going to break up with Jamie tonight. 

Roze immediately texted him back asking if it had been something she said. But Jesus told her flat out it was all him and that he needed to be honest. Tonight or he might not ever be. 

 Exhaling as she sent him words of encouragement and love from NYC, Jesus went back only to find Jamie wasn't standing where he left him. Walking to the hostess desk, he looked around confused, "What's your party's name?" Looking at the pretty Britsh girl with blonde hair and freckles, Jesus quickly said, "Jamie Sloan." 

Shaking her head the young girl said, "No, I only see a Morris Sloan," Jesus started to break into a cold sweat. He didn't think Jamie had it in him to be sneaky, but then Jamie called his name and standing right beside him, was none other than his entire family. 

"You coming babe?" Jamie asked with a nervous smile as his mother and sister both beamed at him. Looking as Morris Sloan looked at him suspiciously, Jesus forced a smile, "Yeah."