Plugged and Owned Ch. 03

This is a longer chapter that brings everything together--the tension, the buildup, and the unspoken desire that's been simmering between Jason and Lamont. If you've been following their journey so far, I hope you're enjoying getting to know these characters as much as I've loved writing them. Now that Jason has finally laid his claim, we're heading deeper into the dynamic. The shift has begun, power, trust, submission, and control, and their life together will evolve from here. Expect things to intensify emotionally, physically, and psychologically. This is where the real journey begins. next chapter should be ready soon.  Thanks for reading. Let's see where this goes.

Chapter Three

Jason walked the perimeter of the half-built coop like a man inspecting a battlefield. Hands-on his hips, eyes slow and calculating, a soft grunt in the back of his throat every time he noticed a crooked board or a half-buried post. He crouched, his massive body moving with the ease of someone who is used to heavy gear and long days.   His thermal shirt stretched tight across his back and arms, his veins thick along his forearms as he griped the wood to test its strength.

Lamont stood nearby, hands clasped awkwardly behind his back. He was trying to look calm and cool. But his stomach was twisted up and his cheeks were already warm.

Jason was... a lot.

Tall. Built like a soldier out of a dream. And the musk rolling off him, earthy, male, just a hint of sweat, was making Lamont's knees soft. One thing Lamont loved was a musky man. Most people called it body odor or funk, but to Lamont, it was nectar. He liked it strong and raw, the kind of scent that clung to shirts stayed embedded in bedsheets and hung thick in the air long after the man had walked out of the room.

Jason's musk hit him like a drug. Lamont would breathe it in and feel his hole flutter, his mind slipping into a haze of need so thick it made his body ache.

He wanted to bury his face in every place that produced that smell, Jason's pits, his balls, his inner thighs his ass, He found himself daydreaming about what it would be like on his knees, sniffing and licking Jason's sack, worshipping the heat between his legs, cleaning his sweaty hole.

He pictured Jason holding him close, arms wrapped around him on the couch, Lamont nuzzled up under one arm, face buried deep in that thick, salty pit, breathing him in like oxygen. Getting high on his Daddy's scent.

"You've got a lot of land," Jason said, rising to full height again. His voice was deep and low. "Five acres?"

"Yeah," Lamont nodded. "Five. VA loan helped me get the place. I've only been here about five months."

Jason's green eyes scanned the tree line. "Got plans for all this?"

"I do," Lamont said, voice quiet. "Trying to build something real out here. Chickens. Maybe goats one day. Want to grow most of my food eventually."

Jason nodded slowly, then turned his gaze back to Lamont. Full force. Focused.

"You do it all yourself?"

Lamont swallowed. He could feel that stare sinking into his skin, confidence and steady. It wasn't just eye contact, it was penetrating. Like Jason could see through the bravado, down to the part of Lamont that longed to serve. To please. On his knees.

"Yeah," he said softly. "All by myself."

Jason stepped closer, boots crunching dry grass. The tension between them tightened like a pulled rope. Lamont's breath hitched. "This man is so damn hot"

"You in the service?" Jason asked, eyes dropping briefly to Lamont's chest before meeting his gaze again.

"Used to be. Army. Got out six years ago."

Jason nodded. "You live here alone?"

Lamont nodded back. "Yeah."

Jason's next question came so calm it almost didn't register.

"You dating anyone?"

Lamont's mouth opened, then closed. His heart kicked in his chest.

"No... No, I'm single."

Jason's expression didn't change. But something passed behind his eyes--something...... Curious.

Lamont's gaze drifted downward, unintentionally--and froze.

Jason's dick was hard. Not a bulge. Not "kind of." Hard. Thick as a pipe running down the leg of his work jeans, stretching the denim tight around his thigh, so heavy and full it looked like it had weight to it.

Lamont's throat went dry.

I should just get on my knees, he thought, pulse hammering. Drop right here and show him what I'm made for.  

But another voice, quieter and unsure, crept in.  

What if he thinks I'm just some cheap slut? Some thirsty bottom throwing himself at the first big cock that shows up with a tool belt and a pulse?

He snapped his eyes back up, flustered--but Jason was already Watching him watch.

Lamont's skin burned. He turned too quickly, trying to point at a part of the frame that needed redoing, his foot caught the edge of a board.

"Shit"

He stumbled, arms flailing, but before he could hit the dirt, a strong arm caught him across the chest.

Jason.

One hand. Effortless.

Jason lifted him upright like he weighed nothing. His other hand gripped Lamont's waist just for a second. Long enough.

"Easy."

That voice again. Calm. Patient. Commanding.

Lamont's heart slammed against his ribs. His entire body tingled under Jason's touch.

He hadn't felt like this in years. Or maybe ever. No man had made him feel this small.

Jason didn't smirk or tease. He just let go, steadying Lamont, then went right back to business like nothing had happened.

"I'll take the job," he said. "Weekday evenings. Full days on the weekends. We'll knock this out fast. After that, I'll help with whatever else you've got going on around the property."

Lamont tried to speak but his mouth didn't work for a second. He blinked and nodded, breath shallow.

"That... that sounds good. Thank you."

Jason gave him one more long look. Not sexual. Not wanting. Just... present.

"You said you're single," he added. "Can I ask... Are you into women? Or..."

Lamont looked down, then back up.

"I'm gay."

Jason didn't flinch. Just nodded once, slow and certain. "Me too."

Lamont's brows lifted in surprise.

Jason continued. "Bisexual, technically. But I haven't had any luck with either. Women want too much. The gay culture feels like a fuckin' alien world. All noise. No substance."

Lamont's mouth opened slightly.

"Yeah," he said. "Exactly. I don't relate to any of it. It's like I'm... I don't know. Looking for something that doesn't exist."

Jason looked at him, but not like before.

"Maybe it does."

Silence.

Lamont looked down again, his mind running, "What does this mean?"

He could smell Jason again, and he ached to be on his knees to serve Jason.

Jason's voice was lower now, almost a growl.

"I'll be back Monday night. Be ready to work."

He turned and walked toward his truck.   Lamont watched him go, cock twitching in his sweats, heart fluttering like a schoolboy.

He'd never felt this way about anyone before.

By the time the clock struck four, Lamont's kitchen was thick with the scent of seared beef, roasted sweet potatoes, and garlic butter bubbling in a cast iron pan. He moved barefoot across the wood floor, his wide back and strong arms slick with a thin sheen of sweat. The October air outside was crisp, but his house was warm, rich with spice and anticipation.

He made too much food.

This was one of the only ways he knew how to show a man he was really interested, without coming off like a desperate slut. Keep quiet. Feed him. Make his time with him feel relaxing, and easy, with no stress.

Part of him wanted to play it cool, just offer Jason something simple. But he couldn't help it. The man was coming over.   And it only felt right to have food waiting for a man like Jason.

The knock came, right on time.

Lamont wiped his hands on a towel and opened the door.

Jason's musk hit him like a tank.

Same boots. Same dark jeans. The same fitted thermal shirt stretched tight across his chest.

"Evening," he said, stepping inside without hesitation.

Lamont's eyes immediately dropped.

Jason's dick. Hard.

A thick, visible curve pressed against the front of his jeans. Not obscene--but undeniable. And Jason made no effort to hide it.

Lamont's throat closed up. He backed up slightly to let him in.

Jason looked around, his gaze flicking to the food. He raised an eyebrow.

"You cooked?"

Lamont shrugged, suddenly shy. "Didn't want you working hungry."

Jason stepped toward the counter, picking up a spoon and tasting the sauce without asking. He nodded once, approving, subtle, but Lamont felt it all the way in his stomach.

"That's good."

They didn't talk much as they ate, but the silence wasn't awkward. It was heavy. Thick with something unspoken. Every time Jason looked up from his plate, Lamont had to glance away--face warm, thighs pressed tight together under the table.

(JASON)

'"Jason stepped inside and was hit by the heat not just from the stove, but from the way Lamont looked standing there barefoot in the kitchen, shirt clinging to the thick lines of his chest, Eyes darting away, fidgeting like he didn't know what to do with his hands. "_He's so cute_"

The house smelled like seared meat, butter, and garlic, Jason clocked the details immediately. Everything laid out. Plates and silverware, folded napkins. Definitely too much food for two men.

"_This is nice and refreshing, I could get use to this_"

His cock was already hard walking in, but watching Lamont move quietly, slightly nervous, avoiding his gaze, made it ache in a different way.

He watched Lamont steal a glance at the bulge pressing thick against his jeans, then look away like he hadn't.

Flexing his dick, just to make Lamont squirm.

Jason took a seat at the table, now hungry, he wanted to see what kind of meal Lamont could put together. Wanted to see how the man moved when he served. How he'd act knowing Jason was watching his every move.

Lamont brought over the plate and drink, careful, quiet, setting it all down with steady hands. Then, without a word, he laid a folded napkin across Jason's lap.

Jason flexed his dick to feel it brush the back of Lamont's hand.

Lamont froze for half a second, then blushed.

Jason smiled to himself.

That's it. You want it._

I'll have you on your knees begging to choke on my dick real soon.

And when you do, I'm gonna push you until you forget how to say anything but 'yes, sir'"._

Because a pretty little thing like you. You were built to take orders.

It was quiet while they ate, Jason loved that. Sitting there soaking in the weight of it. Every time Lamont shifted in his seat, Jason could hear the faint rustle of his thick thighs rubbing together. Every time Lamont took a bite of food. The meat juice dripped down his chin.

Jason didn't say much. But his eyes said plenty.

When they were done, Jason stood and stretched--arms above his head, shirt riding up to reveal the ridges of his abs and the sharp V of his hips. His cock shifted in his jeans, clearly still hard.

"Let's get to work."

They moved outside into the fading twilight, floodlight casting long shadows across the grass. Jason took control immediately, pointing to the boards, and giving Lamont commands.  

"Pass me that drill" 

"Hold that level."

"No, brace it here."

"Good. Just like that."

Every touch was deliberate. Hands-on Lamont's lower back. A guiding palm at his waist. Fingers brushing just a little too long over his hip, the curve of his ass. Jason never apologized. Never flinched. Just moved on like it was nothing.

But it wasn't nothing.

Lamont felt every touch like a jolt. Every brush of Jason's knuckles left heat blooming under his skin. His breath got shorter as the hours passed, his focus frayed. His thighs clenched. His hole twitched every time Jason's voice dropped near his ear.

They worked until nearly ten, then again the next night. And the next.

Every evening the same rhythm--Lamont cooking, Jason eating working side by side. Jason's eyes always lingered a little too long. His bulge always present. Always hard. Always unbothered.

And Lamont?

He was unraveling.

By Thursday, he was a wreck.

He could barely sleep. His body ached not from the labor, but from the pressure building behind his skin. His cock stayed hard and untouched. He needed to be claimed. To be put on his knees, stripped of thought, worry, and stress, used until there was nothing left but obedience and submission.

His hole felt hollow and ached with emptiness. He spent his nights twisted in sheets, hips grinding against the mattress, daydreaming.   Jason behind him, thick and deep, fucking the need out of him. Jason heavy, leaking on his tongue, cock stretching his throat, his jaw sore, but Jason happy. That's all he wanted. To serve. To please. To be used until Jason was satisfied

"_Is he trying to keep it professional_?  

_I wish he would just pull it out, it would be an honor to serve him"_  

Jason enjoyed keeping Lamont on edge. He wanted to see if the quiet man would break--if he'd reach that point where his need overrode his pride.

That night, after the sun dipped and Jason drove off again without a word more than "See you tomorrow," Lamont stood on his porch barefoot, chest heaving, hard and aching. He could still smell him.

He knew, well he guessed. Jason was waiting for him to break. To beg To surrender.

And God help him, he was so close.

**(Next day)**

The office was dead quiet.

Inside his corner space, Jason scrawled through leave forms with clenched jaw and a dick that hadn't softened since morning.

Everyone wanted time off. Every single request had to pass through him. He'd skipped breakfast, missed lunch, and all he could think about was Lamont.

The way Lamont moved, quiet, obedient, almost eager. No resistance. No attitude. Just bowed head, soft eyes, and that thick, mouthwatering ass swaying in those too-tight sweatpants like it already knew who it belonged to.

Jason's cock throbbed again, stiff against the zipper of his fatigues.

He could see it clear as day: Lamont on his back, folded in half, Jason buried deep inside him. Lamont drooling, moaning, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, his cock twitching untouched as that pussy clung around Jason's dick like it was made for him.

He shifted in his chair, jaw tight.

He needed to finish.

He needed to get home.

He needed to take Lamont, no more teasing, no more patience. The boy was ready.

By three, his cock had leaked a puddle in his fatigues.

Annoyed at the timing, Jason pulled out his phone.

Jason: Won't make it tonight. Gotta finish paperwork. Sorry.

Lamont: No problem. I understand.

Jason stared at the screen. Read it twice.

Of course, he understood. That was the problem. Always so good. Never pushed. Never asked for more.

Jason rubbed his palm down his thigh, over the heat of his hard cock.

Fuck this.

He slammed the last few forms into order, scribbled through signatures, and stood up fast.

He wasn't missing tonight.

Not when Lamont had been so ripe for taking.

Not when his pussy was probably already aching, hungry for the right man to show up and claim it.

Jason grabbed his jacket, locked his office, and headed out.

He was going to handle it, he was going to claim Lamont. Tonight.

Lamont sat on the edge of his bed, phone buzzing in his palm. Not Jason.

This time it was Staff Sergeant Mark.

Mark: Wife and kids outta town. I want that pussy ready. Clean. Plugged. Skirt on. I'll be there at 5. You know what the fuck to do.

Lamont stared at it for a long moment. His stomach turned.

Maybe this will help me clear my head. SS always gave me what I needed.

"Would be nice if it was Jason"

But Jason wasn't coming tonight.

And Lamont needed to be used.

Lamont stood up, hands trembling as he walked to the bathroom. He turned the shower on. Hot. Steaming. The plug sat on the counter, black silicone, thick 5 Inches long.

He stripped off his clothes slowly, letting the cool air hit his skin, his cock soft and untouched but twitching at the command he'd just received.

Skirt. Plug. Ready.

He didn't really want to do it.

But he needed it.

Jason pulled into the driveway at 4:43 PM. (He signed to last bit of paperwork with his jacket in hand, one foot out the door.)

His engine growled low.   He didn't bother knocking. He walked right in.

Lamont's house smelled like cedar and warm fabric softener.

Jason stepped through the kitchen, his boots heavy on the hardwood, scanning the quiet interior.

No, Lamont.

His jaw was already tight. His cock already thickening in his jeans.

Up the stairs he went, rounding the corner of the hallway, and froze.

The bathroom door was open.

Lamont stood bent over the sink, one leg up on the counter, naked except for a short, tight black skirt hiked up around his waist. His thick, muscular ass was bare, his hand steady as he squeezed lube onto a thick plug, then slid it into his slick hole, slow and deep.

Jason's eyes burned the image into his mind. The flex and spread of Lamont's cheeks. The way that stretched hole swallowed the plug. That skirt. That fucking skirt.

Lamont gasped when he saw Jason's reflection behind him. Froze in place.

"Jason, oh my God, I didn't know you were coming I......"

Jason didn't blink. Didn't move. Just stood tall in the doorway, green eyes locked on him like a weapon.

"So this what you do in your free time?"

Lamont turned, shame creeping up his neck.

"I... I got a text from..." His voice was breaking. "What are you doing here?"

Jason's voice was flat. Cold.

"So you are seeing someone."

Lamont looked down. "No. I mean.... he's just some Staff Sergeant. Comes by sometimes."

Jason's body shifted.

"Married?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Lamont nodded, quieter now. "Yeah... he is."

Jason stepped into the room. Slowly.

"What's his name."

Lamont sank to his knees, head low, voice barely a whisper.

"... Mark."

Jason stopped walking.

His whole body went still.

The name hit like a slap. "Mark."

He stared down at Lamont, nostrils flaring once, then again. His voice came out lower now. Controlled. But sharp enough to cut.

"Mark," he repeated like the name was poison in his mouth. "Staff Sergeant Mark."

A long pause.....

"I know exactly who that is."

He took another step. His boots stopped just inches from Lamont's knees.

"He works under me," Jason said darkly. "He's in my command."

Lamont's heart hammered. His eyes stayed low. But his breath hitched.

"You let him inside you?" Jason asked again, slower now, quieter, but meaner. "You let one of my men fuck you?"

Lamont finally looked up, and Jason saw it all, hurt, fear, want.

"He's the only one who gives me what I need. who Is interested.... until you. And you just watch. You never do anything. You're always hard but...."

Jason's face shifted.

The mask cracked. Fury stirred underneath.

"Mark's married," he bit out again.  

Lamont didn't reply.

Jason's jaw worked again. Anger rising through the tension.

"He's a Staff Sergeant. In my unit."

Before Lamont could speak, a knock echoed through the house. Three sharp taps.

Jason didn't hesitate.

He turned and walked out, down the stairs, down the hall--and opened the front door.

Mark stood there in a hoodie and jeans, relaxed, cocky smirk already blooming across his face like he owned something.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mark asked.

Jason didn't raise his voice.

"You can leave, there's no reason for you to show up here ever again. Don't even look at him from now on."

Mark laughed. "I don't give a fuck if you're a major. I've been fucking that pussy since it moved into town. That's my favorite little cocksucker in the whole damn state. He knows who owns it."

Jason didn't respond. He stepped outside, closed the door behind him, and within seconds.

Thud. Slam. Grunt.

Mark went flying down the steps, his hoodie pulled over his head, boots skidding on the driveway.

Jason stood above him. Calm. Breathing steady.

"I don't ever want to see you near him again. You got that?"

Mark tried to push up. Jason put a boot on his chest and leaned down.

"He belongs to me now"

Mark stared up, jaw clenched, face red with rage and humiliation.

Jason stepped back.

Mark staggered to his feet and limped off without another word.

Lamont sat on the couch, eyes wide, plug still buried in his ass, skirt still tugged up. He didn't know whether to be scared or turned on. His heart thudded so hard he could hear it in his ears.

Jason walked in slowly, grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracked it open, and sat down on the couch beside him like it was any other Friday.

He took a long sip, then set the bottle down.

He pointed to the floor in between his legs.

Lamont obeyed immediately, crawling off the couch, kneeling between Jason's wide-spread legs. His eyes were glassy, his breath short.

Jason looked down at him, cock thick and ready behind his jeans.

"I know what you want. What you need. I was taking my time to understand who you are. And now I know"

Lamont trembled.

Jason reached down, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock, thick, veiny, flushed dark, and slow rising.

He tapped it against Lamont's lips.

"Open your mouth. Just the head. I want to feel your lips around it while we discuss what's next."

Lamont obeyed, taking it in slowly, sealing his lips around the swollen crown. Jason smirked, satisfied by the quiet, unquestioning submission.

"That's it."

Jason leaned back, eyes half-closed.

"From now on You're mine. No more side dick. I'm the man in your life.   If you want to belong to me, you better be ready to serve. Understand?"

Lamont nodded,

Jason reached down and cradled the back of his head, slow and firm.

"You're not just a fuck to me. But I am gonna fuck you. Hard. Deep. Until you forget every man that's been inside you. That tight little pussy you've been keeping warm for other men? It's mine now. You hear me? Your time, your mouth, your hole, all fucking mine."

You understand?

Lamont's lips wrapped around the thick head of Jason's cock, tongue swirling, sucking slowly His eyes stayed up, locked on Jason's

"Yes..."

Jason's hand gripped the back of Lamont's head. "Yes, what?"

Lamont hesitated for half a second, then mumbled around the cock in his mouth, "Yes, sir..."

Jason's cock throbbed against his tongue.

"That's right." Jason's voice dropped, rough and claiming. "From now on, you'll address me as Sir or Daddy. You understand me?"

Lamont nodded, cheeks hollowing around the tip, a little drool slipping down his chin. He didn't stop sucking. Didn't pull off.

Jason grinned down at him, pleased, and possessive.

"Good girl."

Jason griped Lamont's chin softly.

Take that plug out. Show me that pussy, I've been waiting all damn week for.