His Submissive

Family

Saturday's were a God send, Jesus was grateful to be off and wanted nothing but this time to relax. To enjoy his time off and get his ex out of his brain. But of course his own body and brain betrayed him with that. 

Sven had strapped Jesus face down on the Obedience bench. Strapped down, Jesus couldn't move his arms and legs, and had to bands going around his back keeping him down. His ass was high in the air and Sven was holding a riding crop looking amused. "I saw you tonight pet. How dare you be so rude to that poor submissive. He's going to be so ashamed now." 

At the club, Jesus had told the doe-eyed pet to back off Sven in the nicest way he could. But considering he was operating on coffee and no sleep, not to mention the stress from exams, he didn't think it was that nice. 

Sven swung and his Jesus across the ass making him cry out as Sven kept wailing on his ass. When it was nice in red, Sven dropped the riding crop and grabbed Jesus' swore ass without a hint of delicacy. Seeing his hard d**k leaking precum and so hard veins were bulging, Sven hissed, "I should send you home just like this. So horny and turned on for me." 

Spreading his ass, Sven's tongue dived into the little puckered hole making Jesus cry out trying to arch back into Sven's naughty tongue. But the straps held him down and all he could do is lay there as Sven licked his asshole, his d**k leaking pre-c*m everywhere as Jesus begged to be taken.

Sven did eventually when his ass was nice and wet, spitting on Jesus hole for added measure, Sven pushed inside of him, and began f*****g his ass with fury. Jesus knew Sven didn't want to admit it, but he liked Jesus was jealous tonight. He liked when he got possessive, and as his d**k punished his hole for misbehaving, every slap added to his already red ass felt more like a compliment on a job well done. 

"You think you deserve to c*m pet? Huh?" Jesus groaned, "Please, I promise I won't do it again! Please let me c*m!" Sven groaned throwing his head back, "c*m, pet." Jerking Jesus off, Sven swore as Jesus hot c*m squirted in his hand. Pumping Jesus ass full of c*m, Jesus called his name as-

RINNNNGGGG!

Jesus jerked up in bed. Sweaty, d**k hard, and body tense with muscles all worked up from his dream. Exhaling, Jesus pushed his sweaty hair off his forehead as he jumped hearing his phone ping. Checking it, he winced seeing it had been his sister calling him and had already missed one from his brother. And two texts asking him to call them back. 

Ignoring it, Jesus stood to go to the bathroom only to look down and see he had ruined his sheets and boxers. When he had c*m in his sleep, he had c*m all over himself. Shaking his head, Jesus whispered, "What the f**k, I'm thirteen all over again!" 

Jesus took a shower, stripped his bed, and once he was changed in boxers and a tank top, he made himself breakfast and a coffee as he booted up his computer. Sighing as he reached for his coffee, he looked at his phone and winced seeing the unnamed number. But he knew it, the landline to the house he had fled from the moment he was eighteen. 

He wanted to ignore it, he wanted to pretend it wasn't there. But he reached for the phone and answered, "Yeah?" Hearing the normal scuffle and hush voices yelling at the other to ask, Jesus looked up at the ceiling for patience as finally his older brother's voice filled his ear. 

"Hey, Jesus." Jesus sighed, "Roberto, what's wrong?" Roberto frowned as he looked at his little sister gnawing her bottom lip, "Wrong? Come on hermano how do you know I'm not calling to check in on you?" 

Jesus casually sipped his coffee, "Considering you never call to "check in on me", you're as big a homophobe as your father, and last time you saw me spit in my face, I'm going on a limb here and say you want something. So spit it out, I'm busy." 

Roberto winced as Maria looked down shamed, "Look, me and Maria are helping mama and papa as much as we can since he threw his back out and can't work. But we have our own bills and...Mary's pregnant." 

Jesus sighed, "Congrats, I'll send cash the usual way. You know instead of calling you can just send a request." Roberto frowned, "I sometimes like to make sure you're okay, how are you?" Jesus chuckled as he cash apped his brother two grand, "Dude I sent the money, you don't have to pretend to give a f**k about me." 

Hanging up, Jesus groaned rubbing his eyes. He was honestly too sleep-deprived and stressed out to deal with his family. But of course, his brother thought it necessary to send him like ten messages trying to say how much he loved him and was sorry for how he acted "back in the day". 

The sheer audacity had Jesus almost calling him back and reminding the douche-nugget that "back in the day" was seven months ago. But instead he turned on a relaxing playlist and tried to finish work. When he was finally immersing himself yet in again in the simplicity of his work, his phone had to ring again.

 Assuming it was his brother, or worse his sister, Jesus yelled, "What!" there was a pause and then his best friend's voice filled his ear, "You okay babes? Do I need to call you back?" 

Jesus almost cried hearing Roze's voice, "No, because I need you!" Roze perked up as her napping son slept on her chest. Laying him on his back on the couch, she sat in the armchair across from him, "I'm all ears poo." 

Jesus sighed, "Okay, so not only am I dealing with Jamie, his assholish friends, work on top of all that, but now out of the blue, Sven has shown up here." Roze froze and looked at her fiancee as he walked in, "Wait what?" Jesus nodded, "Yeah, dude just popped up like an annoying jack in a box and now I can't shake him." 

Roze whistled, "Well damn, your life is getting crazier by the minute yeah?" Jesus nodded and closed his laptop, "Roze...I need him to leave. I'm already in this awful place with Jamie right now and I can't deal with him here...exciting me." 

Roze c****d an eyebrow, "What's going on with Jamie and his friends?" Jesus huffed as he fell on his couch dramatically, "Things between me and Jamie are rocky right now. His friends are horrible to me and he doesn't defend me, and he's putting all this pressure on me to meet his family. I just, I don't know if I can do it, and I honestly don't know if I want to...he's not making me happy." 

Roze kissed Warren as he picked up their son to give her some time with her friend as she asked, "Which brings us back to how is Sven exciting you?" Jesus scoffed, "He's making me miss him, making me want him. I can't miss or want him right now. Like his sheer presence has me cumming in my sheets like a little boy just discovering One Direction." 

Roze grinned, "Why not? If you're not happy with Jamie, then why not be with someone you do want to be with?" 

Jesus shook his head slowly, "s*x between me and Sven was never the issue, it was everything else. The wanting more that left me spurned remember." Roze shrugged, "Maybe things have changed, I mean he did come all that way for something." 

Jesus pouted, "You're supposed to be telling me to stay with my sweet, hot, British boyfriend. Not fall for my temperamental dominant again!"

 Roze giggled, "Well I'm sorry. But I'm just worried you're forcing yourself to like someone you don't really like. I mean I get why you might be a little nervous for the meet the parents but you don't want to meet them at all! Besides..." 

Sitting up Jesus' heart raced as Roze echoed a long-hidden thought, "If you're not happy with Jamie, then what's stopping you?" Jesus bit his bottom lip, "I don't want to put myself back out there again Roze only to be told he's not wanting a boyfriend. And I won't be just his sub." Roze nodded, "Exactly...but you know Sven right?" Jesus muttered a soft yeah, "Okay so do you think he flew all the way over there just to wrangle a sub?"

Jesus thought about that and admitted Roze had a point. Sven had his pick of submissives at home, and was in no way desperate for anyone. But he had come to London for Jesus, he wanted him back. 

Shaking his head, Jesus whispered, "It doesn't matter, I won't hurt Jamie. He's a good guy," Roze shrugged casually as she bit her chocolate bar,  "He might be babes, but the heart can't be lied to. You can try and pretend you don't want Sven, lie to yourself, and Jamie.  But in the end, you're hurting yourself and two other people rather than be honest and save yourself the trouble and heartache." 

Jesus sighed as he fearfully admitted, "But what if I tell them the truth, break things off with a good guy who is into me. I'd be walking into something blindfolded, literally, that might lead me to where I was before. Heartbroken and alone in a foreign country?" 

Roze grinned knowingly, "Or, something incredible can come from the unexpected."