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  “We’re not talking about how you think about men,” Denton corrected. “We are speaking, specifically, about how you may or may not feel about women.” He took his fingertip away and trailed it down Jerry’s body until it brushed across his nipple.

  Jerry bit his lip, not sure if he was allowed to respond to his master’s touch freely in the middle of this sort of conversation.

  “You like a man’s touch, don’t you?” Denton asked.

  Jerry nodded. “Yes, master.”

  “More than a woman’s touch?” He dropped his hand further to brush the back of his knuckles up and down his stomach, teasing his abs until they twitched under the all too gentle caress, making him sway within his bondage.

  Jerry shook his head. “I…I like my master’s touch more than anyone else’s.”

  “More than you would like a mistress’s touch?” Denton pushed.

  Jerry looked down his body and watched Denton’s hand tease his skin. “I don’t want anyone but you touching me, master.”

  “Answer the question,” Denton said, a sudden snap lending force to the order.

  Jerry closed his eyes. “I like a woman’s touch just as much as a man’s touch, master,” he admitted, since it was obviously what his master was trying to get him to say.

  “You’ve been telling yourself that for a long time, haven’t you?”

  “Master?”

  Denton smiled at him, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re not the first man to use the label as a stepping stone on your way out of the closet, Jerry. But it’s time to take the final step now.”

  “I don’t understand,” Jerry said, although he had a horrible feeling that he knew exactly what was coming next.

  “It’s time for you to accept that you’re gay,” Denton announced.

  “I’m bi, master,” Jerry whispered.

  The half smile disappeared. Denton’s eyes turned very serious. “No, you’re not.”

  “Master, I…” Jerry trailed off, not sure what words might help the situation and what might make it worse.

  “I’m not denying that this whole situation is partially my fault for having humoured you for so long,” Denton told him. ”Perhaps if I’d made you face facts earlier, this would be easier for you. But either way, it’s time you accepted the truth properly.”

  Jerry dropped his gaze and watched his master’s hand as it moved lower again and wrapped around his aching erection.

  “Master…”

  Denton began to flex his fingers around his shaft, not jacking him off, but making it very hard to ignore the fact his master literally held him in the palm of his hand. “You’re gay.”

  Jerry shook his head.

  “You like men. You find men, desirable, sexually attractive.” His thumb stroked back and forth across the tip of Jerry’s cock, spreading the pre-cum over the head.

  “I…”

  “You find me attractive,” Denton added, as he began to slowly stroke him, smearing the pre-cum down as shaft and making full use of all he had learnt about his lover’s responses over the years. He knew what being jacked off in that slow calculating way did to him. After the blow job in the car, he had to know that it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.

  Jerry gasped and tried to make words happen. “Yes, master,” he finally managed to bite out.

  “There’s nothing wrong with liking men, pet,” Denton whispered in his ear.

  He stepped closer to him, offering his shoulder for Jerry to rest his head on as he spoke softly to him, the way he only ever spoke in private. Jerry leaned into him, taking strength from the approval and comfort his master offered him. Each breath his master took made the muscles in his shoulder shift under Jerry’s forehead. The easy rhythm soothed him just a fraction.

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Denton said.

  “I’m not ashamed, master,” Jerry whispered back.

  “Good boy,” Denton praised, speeding up his strokes along the length of his shaft as reward.

  “I’m not ashamed of liking women either, master,” some foolishly honest part of Jerry forced him to add.

  His master stepped back, taking away the supporting shoulder and the caressing hand.

  “How often do you think about having sex with a woman?” he asked, his tone cooling with each word.

  Jerry swayed in his restraints, pulling at them as he instinctively tried to regain his master’s touch and follow him across the room. Denton didn’t seem to notice that as he retreated to lean against the wall opposite him.

  “I don’t think about that,” Jerry said. “I think about my master.”

  “Don’t you think a genuinely bi-sexual man, if such a person should ever exist, would think about women more often?”

  Jerry frowned. He knew it was the height of stupidity to mention a previous owner to a current one, but there seemed to be no way to avoid it. “When I belonged to Miss Stephens, I…”

  Denton pushed himself away from the wall and strode around him. Jerry tried to turn his head to follow his master’s progress, his words trailing off as he felt the anger pouring off the older man.

  “I don’t think about anyone other than you, master,” he said again.

  “You’re gay,” Denton stated.

  Jerry said nothing. As Denton paced around behind him, he stared across the room at the empty white wall opposite him.

  “There is no such thing as bisexuality.”

  Jerry picked a random point on the painted surface and fixed his gaze on it, as he tried his best not to listen—just as he always did when his master spoke on that particular subject. Denton saying it didn’t make it true. Denton saying it didn’t really mean anything at all.

  His master loved him. Jerry knew that. Denton told him that, out loud and far more often than came easily to a man of his temperament.

  His master loved him. Just because Denton didn’t understand one part of him, that didn’t mean he didn’t love the rest of him. Jerry bit his lip and focused on that knowledge, doing his best to ignore his lover’s words as they turned harsher and more dismissive of his sexuality by the moment.

  Denton stopped in front of him. Jerry imagined that he could still see the same spot he’d been staring at on the wall. He did everything in his power to look through his master, to focus on a point in time and space that existed beyond this conversation.

  The older man seemed to know what he was trying to do. He made him look up and look him in the eye instead. The hand in his hair failed to offer any comfort right then. While Denton demanded he hold his gaze, he had no choice but to focus on his master and take in every word he said.

  “I’ve been very patient with you, Jerry. But the time has come for you to get out of the closet and make a real commitment to who you really are.”

  Jerry shook his head, not so much in answer as trying to deny this was happening, that his master could say all the words that echoed around inside his head.

  “There is no such thing as bisexuality. It’s time you faced up to that and stopped pretending otherwise. I’m sure it was easier when you first came out, but you don’t need the crutch any more. You’re gay.”

  Jerry closed his eyes. “Please, stop saying that,” he whispered.

  “It’s the truth,” Denton snapped. His hand ran down Jerry’s body. For the first time, Jerry hesitated before he finally leaned into the touch, accepting it and welcoming it the way he knew a good submissive should.

  Coming face to face with this side of his master’s personality had softened him, but not so much that it took Denton more than a dozen strokes with a firm grip to have him aching to come all over again. His body found it far easier to ignore his master’s words than his mind did.

  “You like a man’s touch,” Denton whispered in his ear. He kept Jerry’s cock in his fist, he kept up the strokes, as he moved around behind him. “You like the feel of a man’s body against yours.”

  Jerry nodded when Denton pressed his body against his back, letting him feel his renewed erection through the material that separated them. His master still wanted him. Whatever he said, Denton wanted him. That was the important thing. “Yes, master.”

  “You like the feel of a man inside you too, don’t you Jerry?”

  Jerry pushed back against his master’s fingers as they trailed down the cleft between his buttocks, teasing him with possibilities.

  “You like the feel of your master’s cock in your arse.”

  Jerry nodded.

  His master’s fingers disappeared for a second and came back coated in lube. Jerry murmured his pleasure as his master stroked his fingers around his hole. His whimpers quickly turned frustrated when they failed to enter him.

  “Please, master?” Jerry whispered.

  Denton slipped two fingers inside and immediately sought out his prostate. As one hand worked his cock and the fingers of the other hand thrust deeper inside him, all Jerry could do was hang from the chains and accept it all, enjoying every burst of pleasure that fired through him.

  Each touch, each kiss his master applied to his neck wiped away some of the words his master had said. He just didn’t understand, that was all. And dominants often had a tendency to be harsh when they dismissed those things that confused them. His master was a good man who loved him. A good submissive should be able to look past a few hurtful comments made by someone who couldn’t possibly know how heartbreaking they could be for a man in his position.

  Jerry caught up every ounce of submission inside him and held it tight, clinging to anything that might help him forgive his lover. It was practically impossible to think properly while Denton was still teasing him, but he somehow felt a little of his disappointment in his master drain away.

  Groaning his approval of his touch if not his earlier words, Jerry tried to move between his master’s hands, but no longer able to decide if he wanted to push back against one hand or thrust forward into the other.

  “Do you like that, pet?” Denton asked him.

  “Yes, master,” Jerry murmured.

  “Louder.” Both his master’s hands worked him faster, his right hand tightened around his shaft.

  “Yes!” Jerry said. The half shout echoed around the room as Denton pushed him to the edge but refused that little bit of stimulation that would let him topple over into real pleasure.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes!” It came out as another yell. Whimpering, trying to get himself back under control, Jerry tried again. “Yes, master,” he rasped. “If it pleases you to let me come, I…”

  Denton pressed another kiss to his neck. “It pleases me a great deal. You just have to do one thing for me.”

  Jerry nodded quickly, as ready as he ever was to do anything his master wanted, especially eager right then, to do anything that could bridge the gap Denton’s words risked causing between them.

  “All you have to do is say you’re gay,” Denton said.

  Jerry blinked and tried to make his mind process the order. “Master?”

  “Three little words and you can have whatever you want,” Denton whispered in his ear. “All you have to say is, I…am…gay…” With each word, the fingers inside him rubbed against his prostate, tempting him to give in and just answer automatically.

  Jerry shook his head.

  “Jerry,” Denton prompted.

  “Can’t.”

  “Yes, you can, Jerry. You’re stronger than you think you are.”

  Jerry shook his head. It wasn’t a question of strength, just honesty, and he couldn’t lie to his master, not about something that important. “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. Now, say the words for your master.”

  Jerry closed his eyes as tight as he could, trying to block out the idea he was failing Denton with his silence.

  “If you say the words you can come,” Denton coaxed as his hand moved over his erection again. He kissed his ear. “You can come in my mouth,” he offered.

  As simply as he said the words, Jerry’s head was filled with the idea of Denton taking him in between his lips. For all his dominance and preference for topping, when he was in the mood, he gave head better than anyone Jerry had ever known.

  Rough, demanding lips could turn into molten velvet when Denton wanted them to. Jerry whimpered and strained against his bonds as he imagined those lips wrapping around his cock, as he imagined his master’s tongue running over his shaft as he suckled around the head.

  “You can come in my arse,” Denton whispered. “Would you like that, pet, would you like to top your master? Say the words for me and you can. Three little words and I’ll give you anything you want.”

  Images swirled in his mind of Denton letting that happen for the first time. Jerry moaned as Denton held him on the edge and tempted him to jump and damn the consequences.

  A huge part of him wanted to lie. His master would be happy with him if he lied. But when he parted his lips he knew what words were going to come out. “I’m bi, master.”

  Every muscle in Denton’s body tensed. His hands stilled. He stepped away from Jerry, leaving him hanging alone and naked in the middle of the room as he slowly walked around to face him.

  “You won’t come until you learn to be honest,” Denton informed him.

  Jerry hung his head, feeling ashamed of who he was for the first time in so many years. Right then, as hard and as aching as he was, he couldn’t make himself care about coming. All he wanted was for his master to cross the room to him and accept him, to hold him close and tell him that he was safe with the man who loved him. “Master?”

  He somehow found the strength to lift his head and look his master in the eye. Denton knew what he wanted. His master had always been able to read what he needed in his expression, but he made no move to come closer to him, to reassure him.

  “When you’re ready to say the words,” he told him.

  Jerry dropped his gaze as he realised that they weren’t just talking about an orgasm anymore. His master had no intention of truly accepting him in any way, shape or form, not until he said he was gay.

  When he heard his master step forward, he thought he might have read him wrongly, that his panic had got the better of him the way he knew it sometimes did. He looked up at his master as Denton came within an inch of him. Their lips almost touched. Then he saw the look in his master’s eyes.

  The kiss would come as a reward when he said what his master wanted him to say. When he became the man his master wanted him to be. Jerry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing there was only one option left open to him.

  “Alcatraz.”

  Chapter Three

  Denton stared down at his submissive. It took a full minute for the word to sink in to his mind and register as Jerry’s safe word.

  He took a step back, trying to find some mental space. A second later, he cleared his throat, trying to pull himself out of the scene and pull the objective side of himself to the surface so he could deal with the word properly.

  “Did you cramp up?” he asked, looking up and down his submissive’s body for any hint of a problem serious enough to make Jerry panic and invoke his safe word.

  Jerry shook his head.

  “Then what’s wrong with you?” As much as he wanted to speak softly and tenderly to him, as much as he wanted to show the younger man that he knew how much courage it had taken for him to say his safe word, anger at Jerry’s persistence was still pounding through him. The sensible side of him lost the battle. The words came out far more harshly than he intended.

  Jerry flinched.

  The movement was enough to remind him why such moments required patience and gentleness no matter how he felt within himself. Denton stepped forward and reached out to touch his pet’s cheek, hoping to gentle him down enough that he could tell him what was wrong. Jerry jerked his head away from his hand.

  “You told me that if I ever said my safe word, you’d stop, you’d let me go.”

  “Yes,” Denton agreed.

  Jerry’s throat muscles worked rapidly as he swallowed several times. “I said my safe word.”

  Denton stared down at him, still trying to work out what was going on. “Jerry?” Stepping closer again, he stroked his fingers through his lover’s hair. Jerry tried to pull away from his touch, but there was only so far he could go in his restraints.

  Frowning, Denton touched his cheek again, signalling that his master wanted him to look up so he could look him in the eye. Jerry stopped fighting against his master’s instructions, but he didn’t look up, he just seemed to go limp within his restraints.

  “Jerry?”

  Jerry stared straight ahead as if he didn’t even see his master standing in front of him.

  “Jerry?” Denton prompted again.

  “Please, wear a condom.”

  “What?”

  “We both know that even if I wasn’t bound, I’m still no match for you. All I’ve ever been able to do is say my safe word and hope that you’ll respect it. If you’re not going to stop when I ask you to, then I’m asking you to wear a condom when you…when do whatever it is you intend to do next.”

  Denton snatched his hand away from his lover as if Jerry’s skin had turned into hot coals under his hand. “I have never done anything to make you say that.”

  Jerry closed his eyes. “I said my safe word,” he repeated.

  Yes, he had. Denton looked at the cuffs still wrapped firmly around his lover’s wrist. In a moment, the leather was gone. Denton crouched down and undid the restraints at his ankles. As soon as he was free, Jerry stumbled away. His retreat only stopped when his back hit the wall.

  Denton stood in the middle of the room, watching his every move, trying to work out what the hell was going on.

  “I’m sorry, master,” Jerry whispered. “I have to go now.”

  “What?”

  Jerry looked to the door, then back to him. Caught between moving to block his escape route and stepping aside to give his lover the freedom to do what he wanted, Denton stayed where he was by the cuffs.

  “I have to go now,” Jerry repeated, seemingly as much to himself as his master.

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