Hands tied behind his back. Gay sex Said to bring the same stillness and power he’d been building for weeks. The tension.Then he pulled his hand back and stood.“You’re not here for nut,” Tre said. Control.The next ten minutes were a clinic.Tre gave precise instructions:“Arch deeper.”“Show me that plug.”“Breathe through the slap.”“Say thank you after every one.”He didn’t yell once. Just pressure. His voice got quieter. Jax had given him something rare.Access.Tre crossed the floor slow.His boots sounded louder than normal against the marble. He just held it there. “Stay there.”He let him work—slow, wet motions, eyes focused up, breathing steady. But what stuck with him more than the scene—more than the begging, the way the man shook under his grip…Was Jax.Watching.Stroking.Silently affirming him—without a word.That changed something. Explored.Then:“You know what I’m about to do?”Jax didn’t speak.Tre leaned in, lips brushing his ear. Quiet. “This next part? “He’s no one. But Jax Carter didn’t flinch.
