Chapter 27: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Beat it!

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“Dude you can’t…”

“As your doctor, I can do anything I think will be good for you, pal. And right now, I think you should beat the hell out of that cock. Get on the bed.” Jean instructed.

But Bradley remained where he was with a look of incredulity, defiance, and longing on his face. Jean could tell Bradley wanted to do as he’d instructed but he was thinking too much. He wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t easy breaking a resolution that had been adhered to over so many years. Well, Bradley needed to break that and he planned on helping him do just that. What better time to go all dominant and achieve results than that moment, Jean thought as his face suddenly went dangerously blank.

“I said, get on the fucking bed.” Jean’s voice was low but the command it packed couldn’t go unnoticed or be ignored.

The men locked gazes. They both knew how important that moment was. What happened next, would determine how they would proceed. A lot was riding on Bradley’s reaction. He knew that he should be pissed off at Jean’s tone. That was the second time Jean had spoken to him in such a manner. But just like that first time, the command rather gave him an excited tingle along his spine.

A fierce battle raged on within Bradley. To submit or not to submit. He’d never thought he would feel that urge to submit…to allow himself to be directed…to relinquish control, to another person after Wendell. But that was exactly how he felt towards Jean. Wendell had been the only person who’d ever had that kind of reaction from him. He’d lived for Wendell’s commands and direction. It had been his desire to give up control to the man. He had enjoyed it. Sometimes they’d acted free and spontaneous with each other, which had been fun. But most times, there was clearly a dominant and subordinate relationship as Bradley had come to realize when he became an adult.

But although he’d loved feeling overwhelmed and overpowered by the man, he’d always felt safe. He didn’t ever remember Wendell inflicting pain on him or humiliating him in any way like he’d read some dominants did. He’d completely trusted the man and had always wanted to give him the most pleasure possible, which Bradley had realized always left him emotionally fulfilled. It had been all fun, pleasure, and respect for authority. Bradley’s problem was that he didn’t know what to expect with Jean.

Bradley knew a dominant when he saw one. He didn’t have to be a genius to know that Jean was one. The man was confident, cocky, and had a body language that screamed power. What bothered Bradley, however, was the fact that he had no idea how Jean played as a dominant. There were different types of dominants. Some people, when handed control, tended to see the subordinate as stupid and worthless, and manhandled them to the point of humiliation. Bradley wasn’t into that and didn’t know whether Jean was. He had a feeling that Jean wasn’t that kind of dominant but that didn’t stop him from being wary.

In as much as he wanted to close his mind to that voice cautioning him against what he really wanted…to do exactly as Jean was demanding, Bradley didn’t think he was ready for that. He was in a dilemma. Would it be wise to let himself go and succumb to that craving within? Was Jean the right person to let his guard down around? Bradley stared Jean down as he fought the urge to comply with his command. He struggled with himself. He fought the need. He lost.

Jean saw the exact moment that Bradley accepted his dominance. The soldier visibly softened. Jean let out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding. He’d seen the struggle on Bradley’s face. As a dominant, he’d dealt with a lot of subs to know that it took strength and courage to give up control to another person even for a minute. Jean respected Bradley for that.

“Just this once.” Bradley’s voice was barely above a whisper. He stared at Jean. He needed to know that Jean understood what he was saying. Doing as he’d instructed that moment didn’t mean he permanently wanted that kind of relationship with Jean. Much as the mere idea excited the hell out of him, he didn’t think he was ready. And Jean needed to understand that.

Jean nodded. He understood Bradley perfectly. He didn’t have any intentions of becoming the soldier’s dominant anyway. He’d only resorted to his dominant mode because he felt that was the only way he could get Bradley to do as he’d asked. He would have let it go if Bradley had stood his grounds and told him to fuck off. The man had been through a lot and would naturally, need time to get into a whole new state of mind. He needed to properly examine himself and decide on what he wanted since he hadn’t been given the chance to grow up to make his own sexual choices. It had been forced on him. Well, although he was still trying to come to terms with the weird turn his own life had taken, Jean was ready to help in any way he could… Starting that moment.

“Lie on your back,” Jean said as he grabbed a tube of lube off the glass shelf.

Bradley resisted the order for a second and then obeyed. He got on his back on the bed which was as high as a massage table but wide enough to accommodate about three people. A spot on his sweats was already wet with his precum. Bradley didn’t remember feeling that excited in years. He trembled in anticipation but avoided Jean’s eyes when he came to stand beside the bed.

“Take it out.” Another command but uttered softly.

Bradley’s eyes flicked to the door, almost as if he was contemplating making a dash for it. With a shaky sigh, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his sweats and pushed it down slowly. His weeping, thick length eventually sprang free and slapped against his stomach. He was rock hard. Bradley sucked in a shaky breath when he wrapped his hand around his pulsing length. The mere thought of what he was about to do flooded him with remembered pleasure. His breath began to come out harshly. He felt his heart pound as he watched Jean opened the tube of lube and squeeze some onto the flared head of his cock.

“Stroke yourself,” Jean instructed, his voice low and sexy. He held his breath when Bradley finally looked up at him, the look in his eyes a cross between lust, helplessness, and uncertainty. To Jean, Bradley looked lost. “Go on.” He whispered, watching as Bradley’s other hand gripped the sheets tightly. “Do it.” After some coaxing from Jean, Bradley’s hand finally began to move slowly.

“Fuck.” A low moan tore out of Bradley’s throat as a flash of pleasure slid along his veins. His eyes, which looked glazed with bliss, never left Jean’s as he stroked himself. It all came back to him…how he’d been taught to handle his shaft, what felt good… It was as if he’d last jerked off just the day before. His breath came out harshly as he increased the tempo. It felt so good. Whimpers left his throat as he fell deeper and deeper into a sea of pleasure.