Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Other Stories
Rating:	NC-17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	Bound For Ecstasy
Author:	Starwinder
e-mail:	starwinder2of7@gmail.com
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters that may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

Bound For Ecstasy
By Starwinder

Joe LaFiamma came awake suddenly. The hand over his mouth bringing him up out of a sound sleep. As he surged up to a sitting position in his bed there was a sharp sting to the side of his neck and the world faded away.

The second time he awakened he did so slowly. Awareness of the world and his predicament faded in around him.

He was bound... gagged and blindfolded. That was his first realization, quickly followed by the knowledge that he was naked. A blush swept over him and he shuddered slightly. He jerked testing the restraints, fear flooding through him.

Then a hand stroked his hair, lightly, gently.

He trembled and blushed again as he realized that for some inexplicable reason the touch had aroused him. His cock began to rise, quickly growing to a full erection, to his eternal embarrassment, as excitement replaced the fear.

He ought to be afraid. He knew that. He was a cop, a cop who had been abducted and was now bound and nude, totally at the mercy of his captor. He should not be excited at the prospect... but he was. He trembled again. It had been so long, so very long since he'd been touched like that.

The gentle hand moved downward and was joined by another. They began to massage his neck and upper shoulders, easing the tension that had pooled there.

He forced himself to concentrate, try to figure out where he was, whose hands those might be.... There was music playing. He recognized it, a faintly oriental piece that he used for meditation. It sounded so familiar, just like it did in his apartment. Could he still be in his apartment? If so his captor had brought the item he was bound to with him, Joe knew he didn't own anything like it.

His hands were extended over his head, bound to a bar that stretched between them. A padded band was strung between them so that his forehead rested on it rather than hanging down where it would have put a strain on his neck. He was totally exposed down to his hips where a thickly padded bar went across, supporting his weight as he was bent slightly forward over it. Below it his genitals hung free. His legs were spread wide, and bound to something. Whoever had bound him had done it in such a way that there was virtually no strain on his muscles or joints. He noted that all the restraints were thickly padded, insuring that there would be no bruising from the bounds.

[Take deep breaths. Think.]He silently ordered himself. Thinking however was becoming difficult.

The gentle hands had moved downward again, stroking and caressing, across his back to his buttocks.

He tensed, but they didn't try to force their way between the cheeks, just skimmed lightly over them then slipped between his spread thighs.

He couldn't suppress a gasp. His inner thighs had always been sensitive. A touch there could always arouse him.

The hands vanished for a second then a single finger drew a line slowly, lightly along his inner thigh, from his left knee to his groin, not quite touching the genitals, then repeated the action on the right leg.

His traitorous cock jumped, slapping against the bar that went across at his hips.

He whimpered around the gag in his mouth and as his jaw worked he realized that the gag was shaped like a small cock. He swallowed hard and found that it was flavored. Apparently it was made of some sort of hard candy. It tasted like strawberries and cream. He moaned again. He loved strawberries and cream.

The hands moved upwards again, sliding lightly along his body. Then a body pressed against him, warm and aroused. A fully erect cock bumped against his buttocks as arms slipped around his waist, fingers reaching for his nipples, stroking them.

[A man!]Somehow he'd thought it was but now he knew.

Lips kissed his shoulder. Then an unrecognizable voice, barely more than a whisper, heavy and thick with arousal, murmured in his ear. "Suck it. You know you want to. Do it...."

And he did.

Suddenly nothing mattered but the fire burning inside him. His cock ached with the need to come. His body burned with desire. He wanted the arms that were wrapped around him to hold him, forever. He pushed back against the man, wanting, needing more contact.

The man pressed against him, raining kisses cross his shoulders as he reached down to close one hand around Joe's eager cock. The other hand moved back, behind Joe to grasp the man's cock, aim it between Joe's spread thighs so that as the man jacked it the head bumped against Joe's balls.

Joe trembled and shook as his climax built inside him. He sucked on the candy gag hungrily, shoving himself back at the man wantonly. The feel of the man's cock bumping against his balls pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Behind him the man groaned loudly, and clamped down on Joe's shoulder with his mouth, marking him as they went over the edge together.

Joe screamed around the gag as he came explosively. His jism spurted across the room as the man's cum soaked his balls from behind. He shook violently then slumped in his bounds, exhausted by his climax. As the world faded around him, he felt the man's arms tighten around him again and heard a low whisper.

"Oh, Baby! You're so good. So very good."

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He didn't know how long he was out but he awakened to the wet heat of someone's mouth wrapped around his cock.

Whoever was sucking him off knew what he was doing. He teased the tip of Joe's cock with his tongue, licked downward from the tip to the balls, gently sucking first one then the other into his mouth. He let his tongue wander, licking and nipping at Joe's inner thighs, finding the spots that made Joe's cock stir and begin to rise, before returning to the now rigid shaft.

He licked and kissed his way up the thick cock to the tip then slowly took the head into his mouth. He teased the head a bit gently raking his teeth across the flared ridge at the base of the head then he slowly and smoothly moved down the shaft until he had the full length in his throat.

Joe groaned and rocked his hips trying to thrust. He couldn't help himself. There had been damned few people who had ever managed to take his entire cock. Most kept a hand wrapped around the base to keep him from being able to thrust the full length down their throat.

The man chuckled around his cock and the vibrations nearly pushed Joe over the edge again. Then the mouth slowly withdrew, releasing his cock. The fully erect organ once again slapped against the padded bar that he was bent over.

He heard himself whimper through the gag as the man moved away, breaking all contact. His nerves felt like they were standing out from his skin. It felt as if he could feel the man moving around him, walking a slow circle, looking him over. He whimpered again and rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against the padded bar. It wasn't much but it was some stimulation.

He heard the man chuckle again and a hand reached out, caressing his hair. That unidentifiable voice murmured close to his ear. "Poor, baby. Poor, sweet, baby. Needs to come."

Lips nipped at his earlobe, a tongue thrust inside.

He quivered and shook with need, his hips rocking harder.

The chuckle came again and he cried out against the gag in frustration.

Then gentle hands caressed his buttocks and slowly spread them.

He froze, suddenly panicked. In all the years he'd 'played around' with other guys he'd never allowed anyone to enter him there. He'd sucked and been sucked, given and gotten hand jobs, dearly loved to kiss and cuddle but he had never allowed penetration. Some part of him demanded that he save that... in case he should ever find the one man that he wanted to be with forever.

Fear that, that was about to be taken away from him, overrode his arousal and his cock drooped.

A gentle hand reached to caress the flagging cock but it didn't return to its stiffened state.

The hands traveled upwards, caressing his back, rubbing his shoulders then the voice was back murmuring in his ear. "It's all right, Baby. I won't take you, till you're ready, just gonna give you a little taste of the pleasure you can feel there."

Then a tongue licked his shoulder and began to trail down his back until it slipped between his buttocks and dipped into the tight pucker of his anus.

He bucked at the incredible sensations that the slick, wet tongue sent coursing through him as it slid in and out, fluttered and licked around his anus. His cock came fully erect again and a hand closed over it. Another hand gently rolled his balls.

He trembled and shook, moaning loudly around the gag and began to suck hungrily on it again. Between the skilled and enthusiastic tongue bathing his anus and the gentle but firm stroking of his cock and caressing of his balls it didn't take long for him to come again screaming around the gag.

As his body spasmed and shook the man slowly released his cock and slid up him, planting soft kisses along his back till he stood plastered against Joe, holding him tenderly, murmuring softly to him, a wordless sound of love and comfort that lulled Joe into a deep dreamless sleep.

He never felt the sharp sting on the side of his neck that insured he wouldn't awaken as he was unbound and carried back to his bed.

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He came awake slowly, blinking against the bright light streaming through the windows at the head of his bed. He felt good. Better than he had in a long time. He smiled to himself. That had been some dream, erotic and satisfying. After a moment he rolled over to look at the clock... and froze.

There on the bedside table, directly in front of the clock where he couldn't possibly miss it, was the gag.

He sat up abruptly, his mind screaming. [Not a dream! Not a dream! Oh, God! It happened. He was here... I... I... he--- Oh, Lord!]

He shoved the covers back and scrambled out of the bed. Turning towards the bathroom he saw himself in the mirror and froze again. He was naked. He never slept naked. Never. He stared at the mirror then slowly his hand dropped to his cock to confirm with touch what his eyes were telling him. He had a hard-on.

His hand slipped farther back to touch his balls and felt the crusty flakes of dried cum. "OH, GOD!" The words burst out of him.

His mind was whirling. He stumbled back to sit down on the edge of the bed. His rampart cock slapped against his belly and he reached down closing his hand around it, unconsciously beginning to stroke it.

He stared at the gag on the bedside table. Seemingly of it's own violation his hand reached out and picked it up, lifted it, brought it to his mouth. His lips parted and his hand slipped the candy gag into his mouth.

He began to suck on it. Shame flooded him but he couldn't stop. His hand moved faster on his cock. His eyes closed. He lay back on the bed. He could almost feel the man's hands on him, caressing, stroking, so gentle, so... loving. Tears stung his eyes at the memory. It'd been so long since anyone had touched him like that. Since before he'd been exiled to this stinking, hellhole of a town, where he didn't know anyone, where he didn't dare to visit the bars and try to find someone, for fear of being discovered, outed and thereby losing his job, the job which was all he had left.

It didn't take long for him to come, moaning and jerking, sucking hungrily at the gag.

As he sat back up on the bed, shame again raised its head. This shouldn't have aroused him. The man had invaded his home, drugged him, bound him, sexually... sexually what? Not assaulted, not exactly, anyhow.

He continued to suck on the gag, unconsciously, as he mulled over what had happened. Should he... no, could he report this? Not likely: What would he say if someone asked how he felt about it. How could he answer that honestly? If it ever got to court all the defense lawyer would have to do would be ask him had he been excited by it and it would all be over because the fact was he'd not only been excited when it happened, he was still excited. The evidence of that was once again poking straight up between his thighs.

He pulled the candy dildo out of his mouth and looked at it then looked down at his erection. His cock was a big as ever. The dildo was shrinking fast. He sighed and stuck the candy back in his mouth. He scooted back up on the bed. It was a good thing he had the day off. It looked like he was going to need it to get the traitorous thing between his legs to calm down.

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Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep....

Joe LaFiamma groaned and rolled over. Opening one eye he regarded the alarm clock with disgust. Five-thirty, the same time he always got up on a workday since he had to be at work by seven. He reached over and slapped the snooze button on the clock... another five minutes... maybe ten.

Beep, beep, beep, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, beep, beep, beep, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM! Beep, beep, beep....

Joe rolled over groggily reaching for the alarm clock.

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM...

"Uhhh?" That wasn't the alarm clock... at least he hoped it wasn't.

"Dammit! LaFiamma! Wake up boy!"

Lundy. His voice, loud and angry... just what he needed.

Joe groaned again and literally crawled out of the bed. Must've gone back to sleep. He grabbed a robe and stumbled down the stairs. "I'm coming." He snarled.

As soon as he unlocked the door, Lundy pushed past him into the room.

"What the hell's the matter with you? We're due at Reisner. NOW," he snapped.

Joe regarded him for a minute, bleary eyed. "I overslept," he muttered, "be ready in a few minutes." He turned to stumble back up the stairs to shower and dress.

Lundy shook his head and walked into the kitchen, making himself at home, he turned on the coffee maker and filled it. Joe usually had juice but he looked like he really needed coffee this morning. The thought made his anger abate a bit as he poked around in the fridge for something quick that Joe could eat. Hearing the shower come on he shook his head again. They were not going to make it in on time anyhow, might as well make sure the boy had a decent breakfast.

He picked up the wall phone and called Lt. Beaumont, simply telling her that Joe had overslept and they'd be in shortly.

He went back to the fridge and got out the makings for an omelet, one of the handful of things that he was good at cooking. It was good that Joe apparently did enough cooking to keep fresh veggies chopped and ready to be added to whatever he was making. There were chopped bell peppers, red, yellow and green, chopped onion and celery, diced ham and cheese in the fridge as well as fresh tomatoes, ripe and red, in a bowl on the counter. Whipping the eggs into a froth only took a couple of minutes, done while the pan heated. He swirled grease in the pan and poured the excess back into the grease can. He poured the frothy eggs into the pan and topped them with the chopped peppers, onions, celery and ham. The tomatoes and cheese would be added last, just before the omelet was done.
By the time that Joe came back down the spiral staircase, dressed and ready, Lundy had his breakfast waiting.

Joe headed straight for the door, "Let's go," he snapped.

"Not till ya've eat," Lundy said firmly, pointing to the waiting omelet as Joe turned back to look at him.

"I thought you were in a hurry."

"We're late anyhow. I called Joanne. She weren't happy but we've got an hour." He paused a moment then asked, "Are you okay, Joe?"

The use of his first name startled LaFiamma. Lundy didn't use it often, almost never used it, in fact. His eyes dropped to his partner's hands as they pushed the plate with the omelet on it towards him and set a cup of coffee beside it on the breakfast bar.

Lundy had nice hands. Not as large as Joe's own hands... more the size of the hands that had.... He gulped and blushed suddenly. He couldn't be thinking that.... No! Definitely not! [Oh, shit! Now I'm hard... again!]He moved to a stool and sat down at the breakfast bar trying to conceal the erection that was growing in his pants. He picked up the coffee and took a sip. "Good coffee, Lundy," he said, "thanks."

"You didn't answer my question," Lundy stated flatly, "are you all right?"

Joe didn't look at him, "Yeah, Lundy. I'm fine."

"Ya don't look fine. Ya look like a horse that's been rode hard and put up wet."

"What the hell does that mean!"

"It means that you look tired, tired and worn out. Yesterday was your day off. What'd ya do to get so ragged?"

Joe concentrated on the omelet, ignoring the question. No way in hell was he telling his partner about his "visitor" or trying to explain that he had spent the entire day and most of the night masturbating, fantasizing about the man, trying to imagine who he might have been. Nor was he going to tell him, that he kept coming back to the fact that the most satisfying fantasies were those where he imagined that the man was Lundy. Imagined the cowboy's hands skimming across his naked flesh, caressing him, stroking him, bringing him to the edge of.... He blushed again, furiously.

"What are you blushing about?" Lundy demanded.

[Oh, Lord!] "N-n-nothing!" Joe almost shouted. Pushing the half-eaten omelet away he jumped up. "We better get going." He practically ran for the door. [How am I going to get through the day when all I can think about is that... that it could have been him. Oh, God! If he touches me what am I going to do? I'll come in my pants!]

Somehow he made it through the day in spite of his almost constant erection and an equally constant nervousness. He hurriedly turned down Lundy's invitation to have supper at Chicken's with him and went straight back to the apartment.

He was barely inside the apartment before he tore open his pants and grabbed his cock. Leaning his back against the door, he closed his eyes and began to masturbate. In his mind he zoomed back to the moment two nights before when he'd felt the man's cock bump against his buttocks, felt the strong arms encircle him, fingers reaching for his nipples. He pumped his cock faster. In his mind the man's hand dropped, closed around his cock, began to jack him.

He groaned, "Oh, God! Lundy! Lundy! Lundy!"

He shuddered and jerked. His cock spurted, sending globs of cum spraying across the floor. He sank to a sitting position and dropped his head into his hands.

[I'm crazy. That's all there is to it. I have to be! It's insane to be obsessed with a man who broke into my apartment, drugged me, tied me up and masturbated on me and even crazier that I'm actually hoping that it was Lundy that did it!]

He sat there for a long time with his elbows propped on his knees and his head in his hands. After a while he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his cock, sticking out of his pants, standing fully erect. He make a sound half way between a snort and a laugh then leaned back against the door and laughed until he cried.

After a long while he wiped his eyes and climbed to his feet. Ignoring the erection bobbing along in front of him, he walked over to the spiral staircase and went up to his bedroom. He stripped and went into the bathroom, turning on the hot water and letting the tub fill. He went back into the bedroom and picked up the stereo remote control from beside the bed. He walked over to the railing around the balcony bedroom and aimed the remote at the stereo, turning on the CD player. He tossed the remote on the bed and was halfway back to the bathroom when the music started.

He froze. The music was faintly oriental, meditation music. The music that had been playing when he had awakened to find himself bound and helpless, at the mercy of the mysterious man, the man he now found himself obsessed with. He started towards the bed where the remote lay intending to turn it off then a calm came over him. No. Maybe the music would help. Maybe with it on he could relax, finally get the infernal permanent hard-on he'd had for the last two days to go down.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. A long hot soak in the tub followed by a half-hour or so of meditation, then he'd go to bed, get some sleep. He desperately needed some sleep, real sleep, not the intermittent, fitful, dream-filled sleep he'd gotten the night before.

He went back to the bathroom, turned the water off and cautiously lowered himself into the hot water. He leaned back, slowly relaxing, letting the heat of the water soak into his muscles, letting it ease the tension in them.

He'd been nervous and tense all day. He hadn't been able to help it. His mind kept focusing on hands. Every time that he'd seen another man that day, his eyes had gone to their hands, gauging, evaluating, asking: Could those be the hands that touched me, caressed me, stroked me to the most intense climax of my life? Many of the hands were quickly eliminated, too big, to small, to rough.... HIS hands hadn't been rough. Smooth, strong and hard but not rough. The skin on them had been smooth and soft except for a couple of small calluses...

His eyes popped open and he stared at his hands. Calluses. Like the ones he'd had before he changed from the regulation .38 to his automatics. Shooter's calluses. The guy was a cop or could be a cop, one who still used a revolver... like Lundy.

Oh, Lord! He was back to that again: Imagining that it was his partner. He was definitely losing it. Lundy would never do something like that... [Would he?]

He groaned and leaned back in the tub again. He was tensing up again. [Take deep breaths. In. Out. Slow and easy. Relax.] He began the deep breathing that he always did before he began meditating. [Listen to the music. Focus on it. Close everything else out...]

The water was cold when he opened his eyes and there was a draft. He sat up and looked around. The music was still playing. It seemed louder now and he turned to look towards the door. It was standing wide open. He'd left it cracked, not open. Swallowing hard, he stood up in the tub and stepped out onto the rug beside it. Grabbing a towel he wrapped it around himself and moved to the door.

He looked out, doing a quick survey of his bedroom. Nothing there... or was there. He stared at the bedside table and trembled slightly. Lying directly in front of the alarm clock where he could not possibly miss it when he went to set the alarm was another of the candy dildoes, like the one he'd been gagged with.

The man had been there... while he was asleep in the tub.

He forced himself to look away from the dildo and turned to go downstairs. He'd better check, make sure everything was locked up... not that it seemed to matter to the guy. Apparently he could come and go at will. Maybe he had a key. It wouldn't be that hard for someone to get one.

After he made sure the door was locked and turned off the stereo, he went back up and sat down on the edge of the bed. With a shaky hand he reached out and picked up the candy.

He was sitting there holding it, staring at it when the phone rang. He picked it up answering distractedly, "LaFiamma."

There was a second of silence then an electronically altered voice said: "Do you have any idea, how adorable you look, lying asleep in your bath? You are so beautiful. So very beautiful. You must have liked the strawberries and cream flavored cock. All I found was the base. Do you like oranges? I hope so. Suck your candy cock, Baby. Go to sleep. I won't disturb you tonight. Soon though... I'll come back to you... Come back to you and make you mine. My beautiful Baby." There was a click and the voice was gone.

Joe sat frozen, still gripping the phone holding it long after the line went dead, staring at the candy dildo. Finally he hung up the phone.

Standing up, he let the towel fall to the floor then turned and climbed into bed, still holding the candy cock. He got settled and pulled up the covers. Then after staring at it for a moment, he unwrapped the candy, and slipped it into his mouth.

Instantly he was rewarded with a rush of sweet orange flavor. Sighing happily he snuggled down under the covers, curling into a ball. He wrapped his arms around his spare pillow and began to suck hungrily on the dildo.

He let one hand drift up to stoke his own hair, remembering the gentle touch that he had awakened to that night. In his mind he could hear the desire drenched voice murmuring: [Shhhush, Baby. Shhhhhush. I'll come back to you. Everything's gonna be all right. Go to sleep now...]

And he did go to sleep, drifting into a deep peaceful sleep, where nothing could hurt him, where his lover held him close and tight and he was absolutely safe.

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He awoke before the alarm went off and lay listening to the quiet in the apartment. He remembered the dream and how safe he's felt in it. Still he wondered about it. He really didn't know who the man that had slipped into his apartment was, yet in the dream it had been Lundy.

Abet a very different Lundy from the man he worked with everyday, the man who seemed determined to dislike everything that Joe liked and to make Joe's life as miserable as possible. The real Lundy was harsh voiced and angry much of the time... the dream Lundy quiet and calm. The real Lundy was as likely to take a swing at him as not... the dream Lundy was gentle and loving.

He sighed. "What am I gonna do?" He asked to the silent room. "Do I dream that it's him because I think that it really could be... or just because I want it to be him."

He thought about that a while. "Do I want Lundy doing those things to me. Do I want to surrender to him... be helpless while he...." He trailed off as he realized that just the thought of being bound, naked and helpless with Lundy touching him, having his way with him, was giving him an incredible erection.

"Shit! I guess that answers that question!"

He threw back the covers and stared down at his rampart cock. "You're gonna get us killed." He told it wryly before flopping back on the bed.

[So, It doesn't matter if it actually is Lundy... I want it to be Lundy. I'm a... what do they call somebody that likes to be tied up during sex.... Not a masochist... I don't want to be *hurt*... Submissive....]

[I'm a sexual submissive... Jeez! I never woulda thought that I would be. I've always been in charge in sex... even when I did it with another guy.]

"I still don't know what to do." He sighed and climbed out of bed. He might as well get up. He certainly wasn't going back to sleep now.

He bathed and dressed on auto-pilot. He fixed and ate a light breakfast. He didn't want to have a lot in his stomach, he was too nervous. He'd throw up in the middle of confronting Lundy if he ate much... and he was going to confront Lundy. He *had* to know... if it was Lundy or if it wasn't.

The sun was just coming up as he turned the plain wrap into Lundy's drive.

He saw Lundy in the corral riding Fooler but went straight up on the porch and into the house.

When Lundy figured out that LaFiamma wasn't going to come out to the corral, he dismounted and led Fooler into the barn where he unsaddled her and gave her a quick rubdown before he head up to the house.

Joe was sitting at the kitchen table, with his hands folded staring blankly ahead when Lundy walked into the kitchen. "You're up early." He commented hoping to get some idea of what LaFiamma was doing there.

When he didn't get an answer he asked, "Want some coffee?"

"No." LaFiamma stood up and walked over to the back door, looking out.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing here at this hour of the morning?"

"I need some advice."

"From me?" Lundy couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.

"Yeah, well... it's not like there's anybody else down here for me to ask for it... and if I call Uncle Mikey he'll... well, I'm pretty sure he won't react well."

"Okay. So what's the problem?"

"This is not easy for me... I mean this is... well... it's really...." He stopped obviously stymied at how to say what he wanted to say.

"Can't help if ya don't tell me what it is." Levon said. His tone was neutral, unconcerned, like he really didn't care if Joe told him or not.

Joe felt the knot of fear in his belly ratchet tighter. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all." He snapped.

Uncertainty, worry and anger combined to tighten his nerves even tighter. Nausea welled up. "Shit!" He swore softly then turned and stumbled towards the sink. There wasn't a chance in hell he'd make it to the bathroom.

Lundy stared at his partner suddenly concerned as the northerner vomited in his kitchen sink. What ever was going on it had LaFiamma wound up so tight that he was throwing up.

After a minute LaFiamma straightened and turned on the water to rinse the vomit down the drain. He cupped a hand under the flow and caught some water using it to rinse his mouth then spitting it back out.

Lundy moved to the counter and opened a drawer, taking out a small towel. "Here." He said quietly handing it to Joe. Noting as he did so that Joe's hands were trembling just a little.

LaFiamma wet the towel and buried his face in it. God, he felt like crying.

Lundy watched him just a minute longer then reached out and took him by the shoulders, "Come on. Sit down here at the table."

The voice was quiet and gentle like the dream Lundy's voice. It made Joe want to lean into the other man's arms. Surrender to him... do what ever he said.

Joe let himself be guided back to the table and sat down. He laid his head down, the towel still covering his face. After a minute he raised his head and wiped his face with the towel before laying it down on the table.

Levon went back to the fridge and got out a cola. Pouring some in a glass he sat it down in front of LaFiamma. "Let it go flat. Then drink it. It'll settle your stomach."

Joe took the glass in his hands, staring at it, then when it quit fizzing took a small sip. It did seem to help.

Lundy let him settle down a bit before saying, "Now tell me what you came to ask my advice about."

Joe continued to stare at the glass a while before he answered. When he did his voice was dull, dead and expressionless. "The night before my day off somebody... a man came into my apartment. He drugged me, stripped me, tied me to some kinda... a frame and ... and...." He trailed off.

Lundy looked at him in dismay. This was the last thing he'd expected. After a moment's silence he asked, "Did he..." it trailed off into a question mark. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around what Joe was saying.

"Sexually assault me? .... Not exactly..."

"What do you mean not exactly? Either he did or he didn't!" Lundy fell back on familiar ground snapping at his partner.

"Well... yeah... I guess that technically... yeah."

"You didn't report it."

"No... I couldn't..."

"Why in hell not?" Lundy stood up starting to pace. "You're a cop! Somebody breaks inta your apartment, sexually assaults you... you have to report it!"

"I can't report it because I enjoyed what he did." The voice was still that curiously flat, emotionless tone.

"How could you enjoy being sexually assaulted?" Lundy demanded.

"He didn't hurt me... he was gentle and he didn't try to... you know...." He waved a hand to indicate that he was sure Lundy knew what he was saying.

"He didn't try to penetrate you? That what you're saying?"

"Yeah." He fell silent for a long time then he said in a small voice. "I'd never been tied up before.... If anybody had asked me if I'd let them do that, I'd've said no..."

His hands were worrying with the towel he still held, picking at the threads. "...At first I was scared... but then he was so gentle and he... it was like he knew all my hot spots... the things that turn me on... He got me off... more than once.... I came like I'd never come in my life."

Another long pause. He couldn't look at Lundy as he went on. "When I woke up... at first I thought it was a dream... then I saw the candy dildo... what was left of it... on the bedside table. He'd used that to gag me. Then I knew it was real. I was scared again... but I was turned on too. I couldn't think about anything but him and what he'd done and.... You wanted to know why I looked so tired that next day... I musta jacked off twenty times...."

"You were nervous and jumpy all day..."

"All I could think about was his hands on me... I couldn't keep my eyes off of guys hands... wondering... could that be him... are those his hands?"

"Okay." Lundy turned away and stared out the window. "You want my advice? I say report it... but you've obviously already made up your mind not to do that... so what else is there? Change the locks on your doors. Get deadbolts. Make sure you lock them..."

"I already thought about all that... and intend to do it. I'm changing my phone number too. I'll have it unlisted."

"Then what do you want from me?" Lundy snapped turning back to face him.

Joe sat at the table with his head in his hands, finally he sighed and said, "Oh, hell, If you shoot me at least it'll be over... At first when I was thinking about who it could have been... I couldn't put a face to the guy then... well, I started you know... speculating. Like... what if it had been... say... McCandless or Lipscomb... or... or you.... Thinking how I would feel about it...."

"And..."

"Well.... Uh... McCandless and Lipscomb didn't... uh... well *do anything* for me but... but..."

Suddenly Lundy was standing over him, one hand reached out to cup Joe's chin and tilt his face up so that Levon could see his eyes. "...But what?"

"B-b-but when I thought about you tying me up... about surrendering to you...." Joe was starting to shake.

"Did it scare you?"

Joe shook his head mutely.

"Did the thought of being at my mercy excite you?" Lundy demanded.

"More than I thought possible..." the words were barely audible. Joe was trembling all over.

Lundy pulled with the hand under Joe's chin. "Stand up." He ordered.

Joe rose blindly, numbly. He didn't have a clue what was going to happen. He was terrified and more excited than he'd ever been in his entire life. He was breathing rapidly, his eyes dilated with excitement.

Lundy stared into Joe's face. The man looked like he was in shock. He let one hand slide down and brush across Joe's groin. The rock hard erection that he found there reassured him that Joe was as turned on by what they'd been talking about as he was.

He dropped his hand to his side. "Go to my bedroom. Take off your clothes. Lie down on my bed, on your stomach and wait for me."

For a second Joe just stood there then he turned and started walking towards Levon's bedroom as if he were in a trance.

Lundy stared after him. He'd give him a few minutes then... then if Joe had actually done as he was told.... God!

He couldn't think past that. He'd wanted the gorgeous Yankee ever since the first time he'd seen him. The thought of having Joe willingly surrender to him, of having the man completely at his mercy was incredibly exciting. He'd always enjoyed being in control in sex but he'd never imagined that Joe might be willing to surrender to him. The man had seemed to be so determined to be in control in their work relationship that he had figured it was impossible.

After about five minutes he walked down the hall to his bedroom. He stopped, standing in the doorway, looking at his bed... and Joe, sprawled naked on it, face down.

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out and ran his hand along Joe's back from shoulder to buttocks. He could feel Joe tremble at the touch. He reached back up to run his hand through the thick dark hair. Leaning close he asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes... yes... please... t-take me... do... what... you will."

He leaned closer and licked Joe's ear. "I'm not into pain. I won't hurt you... if that's what you want..."

"No... no pain... I just... I want... to... to belong... to you.... P-please...."

"You have to be sure... completely sure.... Once you are mine.... You are mine. No other man... no woman... ever again... only me... for as long as you live."

"Only you. For as long as I live. Yes. Please." Then suddenly he was crying, great racking sobs that shook his whole body. He didn't understand it. He didn't know where they came from but he couldn't stop.

Lundy sat back, surprised by this sudden turn of events. "Joe... Joe?" He leaned down and stroked the dark hair. "What's wrong? What is it?"

For a long moment Joe couldn't get his crying under control enough to answer. Finally he gulped and said, "I... I don't know... I...." Then it hit him. It was relief. He'd been so afraid to tell Lundy what he wanted then Lundy had accepted it so easily. "I... was so scared.... That you wouldn't... want me... then..." he faltered then went on, "...then you said... for as long as I live.... I..."

Desperate blue eyes, swimming with tears sought Lundy's. "You meant that... didn't you? This ain't a one off... is it? Please...."

Lundy smiled and stroked the dark hair again, "No. This ain't a one off. If we do this you are mine. For keeps... forever."

"Then let's do it."

Lundy nodded. He rose and went to his dresser. He had a bunch of ties that he seldom wore. Folks insisted on giving them for Christmas and such even though most knew he seldom wore them. They'd do just fine to tie Joe down with. It wasn't like he intended to bind his new lover down real tight.

He came back to the bed and tied Joe's wrists to the headboard with two of the ties then used the other two to tie his ankles to the foot board. He checked to make sure they weren't too tight.

He stripped, then returned to sit on the bed beside Joe. Reaching out to stroke the dark hair, "Tell me what you remember about that night. What did he do?"

"I... I woke up with a hand over my mouth... I never heard him come in. He drugged me... I felt a prick on the side of my neck like a needle then everything went black."

"When you woke up, what did he do?" Levon continued to gently stroke Joe's hair.

"He was stroking my hair... like you are... so gentle... I... it excited me. I should have been scared but I wasn't. Then he moved his hands down and began to massage my neck and shoulders..."

Lundy shifted so that he could massage Joe's neck and shoulders feeling the tension there. "You're so tense, baby." He bent and kissed a shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'll never hurt you."

"I... I was blindfolded...."

"Ya wanna be?"

"Yes."

Levon rose and moved to the dresser. He returned in a moment with a sleep mask. As he slipped it over Joe's eyes he said, "This was Caroline's. She never could sleep with light in the room." He bent to kiss Joe's neck, licked the nearest ear and nipped at the lobe. "Better?"

Joe nodded, "Yes," The word was barely more than a whisper, totally unlike his normal voice, as if being blindfolded had somehow made him even more submissive.

Levon ran a hand down Joe's aback in a long smooth caress, then let it slide under to reach for and find the rampart erection that lay rock hard against Joe's stomach.

Joe whimpered and dug his knees into the bed to raise his hips up, giving Levon room to caress his cock.

Levon smiled, leaning over his partner he kissed Joe's back, as he closed his hand around the cock and slowly pumped it a time or two. His other hand roamed across Joe's back, stroking, caressing, the smooth, silky skin, feeling the firm muscles beneath it.

He used his thumb to smear the precum leaking from the tip of Joe's cock around the head.

Joe groaned loudly.

Levon smiled and sucked up a patch of the skin on Joe's back, marking him.

Joe gasped, "Oh, God! He... he got behind me... pushed his cock against my balls... jacked himself off... we came together...."

Levon shifted on the bed, moving between Joe's spread thighs, letting the head of his cock bump against the back of Joe's balls.

Joe was shaking now, "Oh, God!" he moaned again then suddenly remembering added, "A gag... I was gagged... with that candy dildo I told you about..."

Levon shifted again, leaning off the side of the bed, yanking open the drawer of the bedside table. He fumbled around inside a moment then pulled something out and after using his teeth to rip the plastic wrapper off, shoved it into Joe's mouth.

The taste of strawberries and cream flooded Joe's mouth as he clamped down on the object Levon had thrust into his mouth. He bucked as realization came to him and he spit out the candy dildo. "You... it was you!"

Levon lowered himself to cover Joe's body with his, his cock bumping against Joe's balls again. "Yes, baby. It was me. I wanted you so bad... but I would never have taken you until you begged me too. I'm so glad you came to me... so glad that you wanted it to be me."

He paused his body spread out over Joe's. He ran his hands up Joe's arms and twined the fingers with Joe's. "You do want me... don't you?"

"Yes! I kept hoping it was you. I dreamed about you... about having you take me. I've never let anyone... do that. I want you to be the first. Take me Levon. Take me now!"

"In good time, baby." Levon kissed his neck gently, then reached over to push the candy back into his mouth. "Suck on your candy, baby... my sweet baby... I have to get you ready. I don't want to hurt you."

Joe sighed and all the tension, all the worry drained out of him. Levon was his mystery lover. Levon wanted him... for keeps... forever. He felt Levon sliding down his body. Those talented hands, gliding over his skin, caressing his back then gently spreading his buttocks. He moaned softly and arched back up, presenting himself to his lover.

Levon kissed first one silky smooth cheek then the other before delving between them, his tongue flicking out to caress the puckered opening.

Joe's inarticulate cry of pleasure spurred him on as the bound man tried to both spread his legs even wider and at the same time lift his hips to push back at the wonderfully agile tongue that was bathing his pucker with saliva.

The bed shook as Joe desperately humped back at the tongue buried in him. He moaned and wailed around the dildo, which he continued to suck on as he writhed under Levon.

Finally Levon drew back moving so that he could reach the bedside table and find the lube that was waiting there.

Joe only knew he had stopped and let out a wail of despair, spiting out the candy dildo. "No! No! Pleaseeeee! Please don't stop...."

"Shush, shush." Levon murmured. "I'm right here, Joe. Right here." He moved back behind his lover and spread lube on his fingers. Carefully inserting one finger into the tight ring of Joe's anus.

Joe moaned his pleasure.

Levon's other hand stroked his back as he continued to work the finger inside him, "It won't be long now, baby. A few more minutes... and you'll have what you want. I'm gonna put in another finger now. Easy does it..." He spoke soothingly as he slowly worked a second finger in beside he first. "You're soooo tight... have to stretch you out. One more finger... " He slid a third finger in.

Joe had stilled, letting Levon work his anus open. He rooted around on the bed next to his head looking for the candy he had dropped. Finding it he sucked it back into his mouth and slowly began to rock his hips in time to the gentle thrusting of Levon's fingers inside him.

A finger touched his prostrate and he moaned around the candy.

Levon continued to work him gently for a few more minutes then withdrawing his fingers, said quietly, "It's time. Just relax. I'll go easy." He pressed the head of his cock against the tight ring and pushed, slowly but steadily. After a minute the head popped inside the ring of muscle. He stopped, "Are you okay?" He leaned over Joe's back, stroking and caressing. "I'll hold still here a bit to let you get used to it."

After a minute he felt Joe's hips rock, pushing back at him. He pushed again, meeting the backwards rock of Joe's hips.

Joe moaned, a deep-throated sound of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah!" Levon moaned in agreement. He bent over Joe's back, reaching under him to take Joe's cock in his hand as he slowly pushed the full length of his cock into the hot receptive body beneath him.

Joe shook as he felt Levon's balls bounce against his own, moaning loudly he thrust his hips back to meet Levon's.

Levon withdrew slowly then thrust back in a little faster. His cock slid across Joe's prostate and Joe wailed around the candy in his mouth and rocked his hips faster.

Soon Levon was pounding into him and Joe was meeting him thrust for thrust. As he neared his climax Levon's thrusts became shorter, he hunched over Joe's back, jerking Joe's cock in rhythm with his thrusts.

Joe wailed as with every thrust Levon's cock slide across his prostate. He was shaking violently when they came.

Levon thrust hard into him one last time and shouting, "Joeeeeee," as he came, flooding his lover's rectum with his seed.

Joe cried out too, letting the candy dildo fall unnoticed form his lips as he screamed, "Leeeeeeeeevonnnnnnnnnnnnn! Oh, God! Oh, God!" he collapsed beneath Lundy, slipping away into unconsciousness from the violence of his orgasm.

Levon slid bonelessly down on top of him. "Oh, sweet Jesus, Joey."

He didn't know how long he lay there before the shrill ringing of the phone dragged him back to reality.

Slowly he peeled himself off Joe's back, noting as he did how Joe's anus clung to his cock as he slowly pulled the limp organ free of it. Before he reached for the phone he checked to make sure Joe was all right. Slipping the blindfold off him, he asked, "You okay?"

"I'm dead...." But the grin and the light in his eyes belied the statement, "Answer the phone."

Lundy sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the receiver, idly stroking Joe's back as he answered the phone, "Lundy... oh, lieutenant... uh... well... we got tied up..."

Joe chuckled and murmured, "We? I'm the only one tied up around here!"

Levon glared at him, getting a grin in return. "Yes ma'am.... Yes, ma'am." Deep sigh, "Yes, ma'am. In an hour... yes, ma'am."

He hung up the phone and turned to look at the grinning man tied up in his bed, "Joanne wants us down town... in an hour." He sighed as he reached over and stroked Joe's hair again. "Reckon I better get you untied and cleaned up."

Joe grinned again as Levon began untying him, "You just get me untied, I think I can handle getting us cleaned up."

At Levon's raised brow he grinned again, "You need a little cleaning up, too, Cowboy... and I'm pretty good at cleaning things up."

"Problem is if I let you clean me up... you're about bound to get me up... again."

Joe rolled over to look up at him as he finished untying him. "Cowboy I hate to tell you this but you're already up... again." He grinned, a warm, sexy grin. "I could take care of that for you... in the shower."

"You could make us later than we already are, too. You go on and shower. It'll go down..." He watched Joe casually stroll towards the bathroom, naked and flushed from their love making, and added in a mutter, "Sometime... maybe."

The End