THE PROTECTOR

by Southy

PART THREE

As Blair drifted awake he became aware that he was on his side, a few inches from Jim. Jim was lying on his back, snoring quietly. Blair moved his hand and realized that it was lying on top of Jim’s arm.

Jim’s limbs made a few subtle movements and a soft murmur escaped. Then he seemed to drift back to sleep.

Blair relished how cozy this felt, what they had said to each other last night. Neither of them had an income, but they had decided they were going to stay together. That was all that mattered.

The memory of what had happened yesterday was sharp, but he couldn’t deal with that right now. He could only live in the moment.

He thought back on the reading he’d done, the hints that the more primitive sentinels had had sexual relations with their guides. He supposed that made sense. Surely, the guide could understand better than anyone how hyperactive senses affected the sexual experience. What happened to Jim and his date, post-senses, was unlikely to happen with a guide.

Especially not this guide.

Blair wished now that he’d checked out the book that had seemed irrelevant when he went to the library – The Sexuality of Sentinels. In fact, now that he thought about it, he recalled that the book wasn’t available for loan. It was located in the “Special” section, for books that were too likely to be kept by borrowers, so one could read them only in that particular section of the library; or else, spend all day (and a lot of change) copying them.

In any event, he wanted Jim to have the sexual satiation that he himself was incapable of. He wanted to believe that his sexual health could also improve. But right now, Jim was what mattered.

Blair slid closer to Jim so that his cheek was pressed against his arm. Jim murmured again, shifted his legs, and then brought his arm around Blair’s shoulders.

Blair laid his head on Jim’s cotton-clad chest. His hand snaked down to Jim’s boxers and he cupped his crotch.

Jim groaned and spread his legs.

Blair refused to be shy. He reached into the slit and felt the swelling flesh. He grasped it and pulled.

“God,” Jim gasped.

Blair wondered if he were awake, but he didn’t want to shift position to look. He focused on giving a squeeze as he pulled up and off.

Jim spread his legs wider.

Remembering how Jim had zoned on orgasm, Blair whispered, “That’s my Jim. That’s my sentinel. Feel how good I want to make you feel.”

It was awkward doing it for someone else. Yet, the flesh responded so easily, and now was bobbing in the air. 

As Blair stroked more determinedly, having found a rhythm, he whispered, “I love you. I love you so much. I want to make you feel so, so good.”

A low rumble developed in Jim’s chest. His arm tightened around Blair. 

Blair continued to stroke and murmur his love.

The rumble turned into a whimper. And then a cry. A loud cry.

Blair watched the fluid ooze out, his verbal litany never faltering. 

Jim’s body went slack, even as it continued to squirt.

“Love you so much,” Blair assured, finally taking his hand away.

Jim made another noise – this akin to a happy whimper – and pulled Blair closer.

Blair got up on an elbow. Without giving himself a chance to hesitate, he planted his lips over Jim’s.

Damn, that felt good. It really didn’t matter that it was another man.

He felt as though he were sinking… sinking….

Jim stroked his hair and whispered, “Thank you.”

Blair pulled back, and then settled on his own pillow, facing Jim. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled this broadly.

Jim gave him a lazy smile back. Then he reached out, pressed down to Blair’s crotch….

Blair took Jim’s hand and gently placed it away. “You don’t need to do that. Nothing’s happening down there.” He gazed at Jim for a long moment. “It doesn’t matter. I’d still like to do this for you, when you want it. It means a lot to me to pleasure you, to give you that.”

Jim nodded once, accepting. Then he lay on his back with a pleasant groan, his outstretched arm having now slipped around Blair’s shoulders. “I didn’t zone.”

“I kept talking to you, so the auditory stimulation kept you from being a hundred percent focused on the pleasure of the sensation.” Grin. “Hopefully, the sound of my voice has some pleasure for you too.”

Jim reached for tissues beside the bed. “It did,” he said, wiping at the puddle on his stomach.

After he tossed them to the nightstand, he rolled to face Blair. “I love you so much. I can’t explain it to myself.”

Blair smiled warmly. “I feel exactly the same way. The love, I mean. I don’t care about explaining it.”

They dozed for a few moments. Finally, Blair decided that they needed to address more practical matters. “What do you think we can do for an income? I can hopefully go back to teaching next semester. But in the meantime….”

“I’m thinking I might open my own private detective business. I wouldn’t advertise that I’m a sentinel, but those abilities should help.” He looked at Blair and softly said, “Especially if you assist as my guide.”

“I suppose that’s a thought. Maybe I could still do some teaching on the side.” The independence of his own agency seemed like it would suit Jim. Still…. “Jim? Is there any possibility that you could sue the city for a wrongful discharge?”

“Maybe.” Jim released a long sigh. “I’m not a lawsuit kind of guy. It all takes too long and I have to put too much trust in other people. Plus, they’d have to parade out all the fallabilities of my senses and I’m not sure I’d want to put up with that. I feel like a damn sideshow freak, you know?”

Blair nodded. “I can understand that. But, maybe, with practice and with my help, you’d feel more confident about your abilities and learn to embrace them.”

Jim started to get up. “I know an old army buddy who started his own detective agency back in Illinois. Maybe I can look him up and get some pointers on what would be involved.”

**

Blair entered the Rainier library. For the first time since meeting Jim, Jim wasn’t with him.

It felt so good to breathe deep, walk tall, and not worry that someone might be watching him, might be wishing him harm.

Sure, that could still happen. They weren’t any guarantees in life. But he felt the chances were about as remote as getting hit by a car while crossing the street – and probably a lot less.

That didn’t mean that an accidental brush along his arm couldn’t still startle him. Or that he didn’t give pause if a stranger looked into his eyes with a grim expression. But those moments were becoming were easier to get past.

He felt worthy again. He was loved.

The love he felt in return is what prompted him to enter the library. He went to the “Special” section.

It was easy to find the book he wanted on the computer, since he’d seen it listed before, and to hand the slip over to the woman at the desk. A few minutes later, she’d retrieved the book and told him he couldn’t leave the room while it was in his possession.

Blair found an empty table in a corner and sat down to read.

The Sexuality of Sentinels. A collection of essays published in the 20th century regarding the mental, physical, and sociological health of sentinel sexuality.

Blair browsed through the book to see where he wanted to start. 

Some of the essays were old, some more recent. Some referred to the one who hired the sentinel as his “master”, others referred to such as his “employer”. It quickly became apparent that there was a whole underground concerning sentinels which the general public didn’t know about. They were professional prostitutes, known simply as Pros, both male and female, who understood sentinel sexuality, and who could be hired to pleasure sentinels.

Blair was determined to learn as much as he could from the book, so no such professional would be needed to keep Jim healthy. He started reading various paragraphs as he browsed.

“The sentinel has an innate expectation of pleasure as a reward. Regular sexual release is mandatory to the sentinel’s well-being and job performance. He should not have to worry about when his next sexual experience will occur. In fact, a regular schedule is recommended, so that the sentinel is secure that his sexual needs will be tended to.”

“The sentinel is most sensitive to touch at various bodily openings – the mouth, the anus, the ear canals. Attention to any or all of these areas will give the sentinel enormous pleasure.”

“The sensitivity of the penis in sentinels is something that no ordinary man can relate to. Once penetration is achieved, orgasm is imminent within sixty seconds. Therefore, when an employer desires mutual pleasure with his sentinel, a long foreplay session is recommended before penetration occurs.”

“Sentinels have an innate desire to please the one who has hired them. In three separate laboratory tests, sentinels had little desire to pleasure anyone other than their masters. In the case of subject 362, his physical responses while being pleasured were more intense than any other sentinel. Yet, when told to reciprocate to the Pro who had so recently pleasured him, he became confused and had little desire.”

“Sentinels have a tremendous desire to serve. Serving means responding to instructions. Therefore, one common mistake sentinel employers make is to expect the sentinel to provide pleasure as the sentinel wishes. This is confusing to the sentinel, who is accustomed to being commanded. Therefore, for the greatest pleasure and satisfaction for the sentinel, the employer should always be very specific about the sexual activity he or she wants from the sentinel, and when the sentinel should start and stop each particular activity.”

“Because of the extreme sensitivity of the sentinel’s nerves, they are highly satisfying partners for giving fellatio, cunnilingus, and analingus. They can easily determine when one technique gives more pleasure than another. In fact, there is some suspicion that wealthy citizens pay such a high price for sentinel “protection” when they are, in fact, more interested in having the sentinel as a lover.”

“Our experiments have proven that sentinels have a physical response to certain words and phrases. The word ‘pleasure’ – when the sentinel knows it applies to himself – tops the list of stimulating words. ‘Reward’ came in second.”

“One must be extremely careful when applying fellatio to a sentinel. There is danger of choking, as the sentinel’s pleasure is so great that he often cannot control the desire to thrust as deeply as possible.”

“One way to ruin a sentinel’s afterglow is to ask him if he enjoyed himself, or ask him to describe what he experienced. Sentinels who do their jobs well expect sexual pleasure as their right; they do not want to be asked to explain the details of their experiences.”

“A sentinel’s senses are particularly heightened during sexual activity. While pleasure is heightened, pain is also. Therefore, if one wishes to anally penetrate their sentinel, they should not do so without first engaging in at least thirty minutes of oral and/or digital foreplay, to insure that the anus is fully receptive to being stretched to accommodate a penis.”

“There is very little documentation of sentinels enjoying sadist-masochistic activity. They wish to be instructed regarding what is expected of them, but they do not enjoy pain of any kind. They are usually resistant to bondage, unless they know that pleasure is going to be a direct result.”

“Sentinels understand the withholding of pleasure as punishment for a failed task. However, if one is continually unhappy with a sentinel, one should terminate his employment. Continual withholding of sexual release results in undesirable behavior, most notably agitation, depression, and unpredictability.”

“In documented cases where sentinels were granted sexual pleasure on a frequent basis (five to seven times per week), 73% became addicted to sex and performed their other responsibilities inadequately. Our lab has observed that two to three pleasure sessions weekly is the most ideal.”

“In conclusion, sexual pleasure is mandatory for the sentinel’s physical, mental, and emotional well-being. A sentinel who is secure in receiving predictable pleasure sessions can perform other duties at a peak level more frequently than their less fortunate counterparts. They have fewer zone outs and fewer bouts of illness. They also have a much more amicable relationship with their employer.”

Blair closed the book.

He reached down to adjust his jeans and realized that he had a hard-on.

Oh, man.

It had been forever, it seemed. He wondered if he could find an empty men’s room and relieve himself.

He’d rather use his hard-on to pleasure Jim.

He zipped his jacket, grateful that it was long enough to hide his condition, and gave the book back to the woman at the counter with a quick, “Thanks.”

He made his way to his car as quickly as possible. He wasn’t sure how much that was in the book applied to Jim – Jim’s sentinel abilities were such a puzzle, after all – but he decided he’d use the book as a guide, and only disregard its advice when his own experience with Jim indicated.

He got out his cell phone and pushed 01 in the memory.

“Ellison.”

“Jim? Are you home?”

“Yes.”

“I’m coming home. I want you to get in the shower and get yourself all ready for me to arrive. Then, when I get there, I’m going to pleasure you. Be waiting for me in bed.”

Silence.

Blair’s heart pounded. “Do you understand?”

More silence, then a soft, “Yes.”

Blair grinned. “I won’t be long. Be ready.” He hung up.

His hard-on felt like it was going to burst, and he made an effort to calm down.

When he entered the loft, Blair smelled the moisture from Jim’s shower. He began undressing as he trotted up the stairs.

He dropped the clothes from his upper body as he emerged on the landing. Jim was in bed, watching him.

“Hi,” Blair said, feeling the large grin at his mouth. He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his briefs down his hips. “Look what I brought home.” He straightened and stroked himself, watching Jim’s eyes rest on his length. Awkwardly, he divested himself of his shoes and kicked the rest of his clothing away, so he stood in his socks.

“I got all hard thinking about loving you,” Blair said in a seductive voice, as he continued to stroke.

He planted his legs a few feet apart, then put his hands on his hips. “Come over here and suck me.”

Jim threw the covers aside and emerged from the bed. He knelt as he came before Blair, his eyes on the stout protrusion.

Blair put his hand on Jim’s head, beckoning him to look up. “You ever suck cock before?” 

Jim shook his head, his eager eyes locked with Blair’s.

“Neither have I. I want you tell me if there’s anything you don’t like about it.” With that, he moved his hand to the back of Jim’s head and gently pulled forward.

Jim gobbled him up.

Shit!

Blair felt the tongue and jaw move around, testing reactions. And then Jim was sucking.

Blair gasped. “Oh, God!” 

He’d never felt anything like it. Such powerful throat muscles. Jim was taking him deeper… deeper….

“I’m gonna come.” It was happening so fast.

And then he was overcome with the most incredible sensation shooting from the center of his body, just as his semen shot from his cock.

He was still pulsing as Jim’s throat relaxed and carefully released him.

Blair collapsed to his knees. He threw his arms around Jim and squeezed as hard as he could with his muscles feeling like mush. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing his cheek against Jim’s neck. “That felt so good.”

He pulled back and kissed Jim softly, and then was aware of the needy erection between them. It crossed his mind to return the favor, but he remembered what the book had said about the danger of choking. “Let’s move to the bed.”

Jim assisted him and they got beneath the covers. “You were fantastic,” Blair said, turning toward him. He kissed Jim lightly about the face as his hand reached down to his erection.

He stroked as he moved down Jim’s body, licking at his neck, and then kissing and sucking on a tiny nipple.

Jim groaned and spread his arms and legs. “Love you so much,” Blair murmured, delighting in how Jim’s senses made him so receptive to every touch. In fact….

Blair moved aside. “Get on all fours.”

Jim did.

Yes, Jim was awfully receptive to instruction when he was aroused. Blair moved behind him and bent to lightly nibble at his tail bone, drawing a gasp of surprised.

He reached around the strong thighs and gripped the stout flesh in his right hand. With his left his pulled a buttcheek aside and tongued along the crevice.

Jim growled.

Blair had never done anything like this before. It was so intimate, and he’d never felt this close to any of his prior bed partners. 

He wanted intimacy with Jim. Physically, emotionally, any way imaginable. He hand stroked as his tongue investigated the new terrain before him. He darted and licked, appreciating the clean masculine scent. He felt brave and pressed his tongue right over the hole as it licked wetly.

Jim went completely still and Blair wondered if he was zoning on the sensation. With his left hand, he squeezed the buttock sharply, while making sure his other hand was continuing its stroking motion.

Jim’s breathing became heavy and his cock grew thicker so that it was difficult for Blair to keep a steady grip.

Blair raised his head. “That’s my love,” he cooed. He moved his left hand to linger over the crevice, and then his fingertips found the hole and stroked gently. “I love pleasuring you, Jim. I love it so, so much.”

Jim groaned, and a moment later he was crying out.

Blair’s fingertips felt anal muscles flex as semen covered the fingers of his other hand. “That’s my Jim,” he said with satisfaction. “That’s my sated love.”

Finally, Jim released a brief grunt, his head bowed. Blair gently pushed him to one side, and then took up residence next to him, not caring about the cooling spot on the mattress.

Jim’s arm came around him and they rested a while. 

Blair’s innate curiosity made him want to ask questions, but he remembered what the book had said about not asking sentinels to describe their experience. 

But that didn’t mean Blair couldn’t talk about himself. “I’ve never had a blow job like that before,” he said, his cheek resting against Jim’s shoulder as they sat against the headboard. “It was incredible.”

“I’m glad you can feel pleasure again.”

Blair looked up, wondering what kind of reaction he would get. “I want to enter you eventually.”

Jim squeezed Blair closer.

“I’ll want you to enter me too. I just… I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to get comfortable with the idea, considering what almost happened to me.”

Jim kissed his forehead. “Give yourself time.”

Blair kissed the flesh beneath his lips. “I love you so much that sometimes I feel like I’m going to burst.”

Jim stroked his hair. “You aren’t in this thing alone.”

Which meant Jim felt likewise.

Blair wondered if it were possible they could hole up at the loft for weeks on end… and just eat, sleep, and love each other.

The telephone was suddenly a loud intrusion.

With a sigh, Jim turned away from Blair and picked up the receiver. “Ellison.” Then his voice changed to careful neutrality. “Dad.”

Blair perked up.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Jim’s voice hardened. “I’ve got some stuff I working on. Don’t worry about it….. Thanks, but I’ve got plenty of money saved.”

Blair realized that he knew next to nothing about Jim’s family. The relationship between him and his father was obviously strained.

“Yes,” Jim said impatiently, “I’m a sentinel. There’s no mistake. But it’s all right, I have someone – a guide – who’s with me. There’s nothing to worry about.” Then, dismissively, “Sure, some day you can meet him. Listen, Dad, I’ve got to go.” He hung up a moment later.

They returned to their prior positions, but the atmosphere was now strained.

Blair stroked along Jim’s chest and stomach, then finally asked, “How does he feel about you being a sentinel?”

“It doesn’t matter what he thinks.”

Which meant his father’s reaction wasn’t good and it bothered Jim greatly.

Blair’s hand stopped moving. “Don’t shut me out of your past.”

“There isn’t much worth remembering.” Jim’s voice was still hard.

Since Jim’s mind was obviously elsewhere, Blair’s drifted too. He wanted to do yet more research on sentinels, and find out what happened with those whose parents were unhappy that their ‘gifted’ children were, in fact, going to be considered freaks of society.

He wondered if it were possible for an unwanted child to subconsciously suppress their abilities to the point where those abilities went dormant.

Whatever his research might find, Jim was a man who had obviously endured a lot of pain in his life, despite being a celebrated army veteran and successful in his career.

Blair moved to straddle Jim and cradle his head in his arms. “Jim? I love you so much, man.” He kissed him on the lips.

And then kissed him deeply.

 

FINIS

(Sequels are intended.)
 

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