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Everleigh's Ring First Three Chapters

I'm not gonna say too much, just let you enjoy ;)


Even though this book is PWP for the most part ... there is a tiny plot and LOTS of little psychological landmines that exploring extremes like this gets me thinking about. If you read and you find one you wanna talk about drop in! I've been enjoying what people have to say about this book.


All right, without further ado!



COPYRIGHT BELONGS TO MOCK (Under her legal name of course) 2022


Chapter 1

The office is larger than anything Lee’s ever seen. The walls are lined with books, there’s a large brown leather sofa in the center with small circular end tables and lamps. The desk is a giant rectangle with a tall black chair behind it.
That’s where the man, Ocean, sits. His dark black hair is a swoop with a swell high enough to surf on and it’s a bit ironic because of his name. His eyes are even as deep blue as tropical ocean waters and seem to shift to the dark blue of the midnight ocean, depending on how the light hits them. A thick set of brows frame their teardrop shape. He’s dressed professionally in a white button-down—the shirt open to the crest of his chest—and black slacks. The gold of his belt buckle glints as brightly as his smile.
Yet, there’s something about the man that sinks into Lee like ice. The air is thick with his presence. He’s got the countenance of a predator and he’s studying Lee in a way that’s inspiring him to run out the door he just entered.
Hasn’t even said a word yet and Lee’s sure he’s been here for a hundred years.
It’s fucking unnerving.
“I want it to be clear about why you’re here, Everleigh, and what you are,” he finally says.
Lee jumps. He’s not easily frightened and yet he’s startled by the man’s rough voice. His tongue is stuck when he tries to talk. Even without the pressure of this Ocean character, answering that question brings anxiety. He doesn’t want to be here. He can’t believe his life’s led to this moment. It doesn’t look like this guy’s gonna go easy on him.
And does he have to address him by his full name? It’s too feminine for him so he’s always gone by Lee. It suits his large frame and gruff face.
He’s in a court-appointed situation. He had the choice between this, a conservatorship, or one of the facilities. As suboptimal as this is, it seemed the better choice. With those, Lee heard, it’s torture. Worse than jail. Frankly, he would have chosen a conservatorship over jail too. With this, there’s a little hope he can have a decent life if he behaves. Now, he’s questioning his choice—of course, he’s waited till after the fact to do so. After he’s already signed off on everything. “I am here for a conservatorship. Um, guess I’m your ward?”
“You are mine,” he corrects, and a disparaging shiver runs through Lee. “Let’s go through your charges, shall we?”
Holy fuck this guy. No hello and welcome. He gets straight to the worst part. Lee huffs.
“Problem?” Ocean says one perfect brow arching
Lee’s not sure how he knows—self-preservation?—but answering is a bad idea. “No. No problem.”
Ocean frowns. “No, no, no. That’s not tolerated. When I ask you a question you answer honestly.”
Lee squirms, but he answers if just to get this moving along. “I was hoping to get to know you before all of this.”
“I’m sorry, are you in charge?”
“No.”
“No, sir,” he corrects. “You will only address me as ‘sir’ unless I tell you otherwise.”
Kinda formal, but he does seem like a formal sort of guy. Not too weird. “Yes, sir.”
“Better. You are here because you can’t be trusted to adhere to societal conduct. It’s both punishment and so the court doesn’t have to worry about people like you. I don’t do this for niceties. I do this because I love bringing dogs like you to heel.” He lets that hang in the air. “This meeting is for showing you where your place is.”
Lee’s stomach takes a final dive into the abyss. He knows how up shit creek he is. The court-appointed lawyer was thorough. They don’t care to check on conservatorships, nor do they have the funding. The conservator can impose whatever rules they see fit. People don’t get out of conservatorships once they’re in one, but with the way the new judicial system works, people rarely get out of facilities anyway.
“Look at this,” he says, flipping through his file. “Countless acts of public indecency—mostly sexual, we’re going to have that checked. Violence. Unpaid traffic tickets … it says here you’re sexually active several times a day, sometimes multiple partners a day.”
Lee’s face heats. Having that information on there’s totally unfair. But as it was explained to him, even though they’re not transgressions, his personal information helps his conservator create a program for him. Still, Ocean doesn’t have to read it like he is. The shame presses heavily and he can’t look at Ocean anymore.
“Masturbating this many times a day is a problem, Everleigh. You’re going to be analyzed by my psychiatrist and my physician. You clearly have an undiagnosed sex addiction.”
He wants to argue because it’s going to be awful having to admit those things out loud to someone. Again. It’s not going to do him any good though, so he keeps his mouth shut.
“Your diet is outrageous. Do you want to die of a heart attack?”
Lee shakes his head. “No, sir.”
“Wow. You smashed your neighbor’s car with a nine iron? That’s an awful temper you have. It will be curbed.”
Lee winces, but only because of the rigid way Ocean is staring at him. He’d warned that neighbor over and over that if he couldn’t shut his car alarm off by the time Lee made it out there, he was gonna beat the shit out of it. “Yes, sir.” It was Joey’s nine iron. Lee doesn’t golf.
“And look at how many times you were unforgivably rude to people.”
That was also not included with his charges, but the person had stood over him until he listed a bunch of times he’d gotten angry in public due to his “violence issues”. It wasn’t fair because it makes him look worse than he is, but it was explained the questions were for the safety of the conservator and anyone who might be in their home. Besides, what I wrote down isn’t as bad as Ocean is making it sound.
“This is an extensive list, but not to worry. I’ve prepared for you like I do all my boys. You’ll fall in line just as quickly as they did.”
“Boys, sir? I’m twenty-nine.”
“I know how old you are, but you’ll go by anything I call you. It’s the same for my other boys—they range from twenty-five to mid-thirties. I don’t take on anyone younger than twenty-five. You won’t be spending a lot of time with them until I know you won’t be a bad influence.”
Lee wants to know how he’ll avoid other house members, but because he’s sure he’ll find out, he leaves it.
“All right. Remove your jeans—you won’t be needing those—and stand on the ‘X’.”
Lee hadn’t noticed it. There is indeed a black “X” in the middle of the floor. He removes his jeans quickly and makes his way to the “X” in his grey boxers and green Henley. Ocean slides from his chair, standing to full height. He’s about as tall as Lee, maybe an inch more, but he might as well be several feet taller for how small Lee feels. He circles Lee, his eyes penetrating. Without warning, he slides his fingers across Lee’s abdomen.
Lee inhales a sharp breath. He’s not surprised when his hand slips lower, investigating his ass and even cupping his balls. His dick hardens. God. It’s so humiliating that of course his dick likes it. Ocean checks him over like he’s a new racehorse purchase. “Shirt off.”
Lee hurries to comply, sensing the urgency. He can tell Ocean isn’t the kind that likes to be kept waiting. When his shirt is off, Ocean repeats the process over his naked skin. A single finger slips under the waistband of his boxers. “Off.”
You’d think with all his indecency charges and nights of sex, he wouldn’t get shy. This is different. He freezes. “Please.”
Ocean grips his nutsack until it throbs. “I don’t like punishing my boys, Everleigh. I’m not that kind of sadist. However, I believe in immediate obedience. If I have to punish you, no matter the reason, it will be severe and swift so that I don’t have to do it again for a long time.”
Ocean doesn’t bother asking him again and yanks his boxers down so fast it takes Lee’s breath away. Lee steps out of them naked as the day he was born. “That’s what your problem is,” Ocean says, looking meaningfully at Lee’s cock. “It’s too big. Too much testosterone running through you. When you’re trained, things will be different. Get over to that wall, hands flat against it.”
Lee does as he’s told.
Also, without warning, Ocean lays down heavy smacks on his bare ass. “Stay still. I had hoped I wouldn’t have to do this today,” Ocean says, continuing with what Lee’s sure is as much force as he can. “But it’s better we set the standard from the beginning. When I tell you to do something, you do it. I don’t want questions or protests. I want immediate compliance.”
Ocean is wailing on him so hard, Lee’s worried. He doesn’t know if he can stay in position, but he’s scared to move. “I’m s-s-sorry. Please. I’m so sorry.”
“Bet you’re going to be a good boy after this, huh?”
“Yes. Yes, sir,” he cries. He’s actually fucking tearing up. This is the worst spanking he’s ever had and that includes the time he and Joey were caught stealing and then writing-off Dad’s car when they were teenagers. Lee wants—desperately—to move, to wiggle, to maybe have a small break. Ocean is relentless. He never changes his cadence. The smacks are loud. They sting. All Lee can do is scream.
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Please, God, please.” His cries turn to sobs—Ocean isn’t stopping. His begging is more insistent. Snot leaks. Tears drop into his mouth. He doesn’t dare take his hands off the wall. Or move. He hates that Ocean is seeing him like this. Naked. Vulnerable. Screaming, sobbing, snorting back snot. “Pll-eee-eee-ease. I’m sor-or-ry.”
He’s stuttering. Hiccupping. Ocean doesn’t fucking stop.
Worry pools in his gut. What if he never stops? No. Ocean has other things to do. He’ll stop eventually, but he could do this for hours. His ass might fall off by then.
That’s the point Ocean finally stops; when Lee is sure his ass is about to fall off. Lee rests his head on his hands—still on the wall—and cries. It’s a heartbroken cry as hopelessness grips his insides. He’s feeling sorry for himself. And yeah, he’s going to be quick to obedience after that. He hears a snap from behind him, but he doesn’t bother to look, in too much pain. Then there’s something cold at his entrance. He still doesn’t move.
“You’ve got numerous drug and being drunk in public charges. I’m going to perform a quick cavity search to make sure you haven’t brought anything into the house.”
“Yes, sir,” Lee whines, nodding into his hands. He knows he’s clean and a cavity search is nothing new for him.
Ocean is clinical, but it still turns him on when that long finger sinks into his hole. He probes around and Lee’s body reaches toward it without his say so. Dammit. Maybe he does have a sex addiction. Ocean pulls out and the emptiness is real. The pain in his ass cheeks rushes back. His chest still heaves with racking sobs. That was fucking intense.
“Okay, stand up. Back to the X.”
Lee rushes to obey this time, standing with military precision. Ocean performs a more thorough inspection of his cock. Jacking it a little. Feeling it out. Rubbing his thumb over the leaking head, his hand still gloved.
Finally, he removes the glove and replaces it with a clean one. “Open,” he says.
Ocean runs his fingers along the grooves of Lee’s teeth. He’s near to gagging, but he forces himself to breathe instead, to get through this. It’s miserable with his ass on fire, naked while Ocean is fully clothed and his cock so hard it’s aching. The delicate fingers—which are fucking imposters considering they’ve probably left imprints on his ass—glide over Lee’s molars and even the roof of his mouth. He does this several times. An ache beats across his jaw. Drool forms at the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t dare move.
Finally, finally, Ocean pulls his fingers out. Lee’s jaw is relieved. “All right, now we’ll go over some of the rules.”

Chapter 2

Lee’s lived a rough life. He doesn’t scare easily so it says something that already he’s trembling in Ocean’s presence. Though it’s directly linked to knowing there’s no way out and that his life is literally in Ocean’s hands now. No one will save him. There is no legal way to get him out of this. He can’t even run—he was microchipped at the center before he was dropped on Ocean’s doorstep.
He’s stuck with Ocean. His only option is to obey so he doesn’t piss Ocean off and if he succeeds in that, maybe he can carve out a decent existence here.
Lee would like—more than anything—to cover his junk, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that’s a no-no. Instead, he stands rigid, looking straight ahead, barely breathing. Him naked and Ocean fully clothed is a statement. He’s showing Lee just where his place is.
“You understand what kind of conservatee you are?”
Lee swallows, nodding. “I do, sir.”
That was part of it. When choosing this or the facility—which is basically just “jail” created for people like him—it was understood that he would be having sex with whomever his conservator decided he would. That’s how he would pay his conservator for his room and board and the hardship of taking him in. Being a conservator is a lot of work—or so Lee has been told.
“Lucky for you I agreed to take you in because I would like my own personal sex doll. I don’t like relationships—they’re too much work. I don’t like renting a service—too risky. Sure, they say they’re tested, but who knows if that’s true? I sometimes use my other conservtees, but I prefer to save them for renting out. You’ll be mine. Just for me. You can be trained to my personal tastes.”
At least Ocean is criminally good looking. He appears to have good hygiene too. It could have been so much worse. Lee quickly wipes the tear away. He doesn’t care about the sex—that might be the one perk—but more and more it sinks in that his freedom is gone forever, and Ocean owns him.
“Oooh. This isn’t fun, is it?” Ocean is patronizing. There isn’t a shred of sympathy in his tone. “That’s what happens to people like you who behave badly. I don’t feel sorry for you. It only makes my dick hard.”
Lee’s dick is hard too, which doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Lee gets a hard-on if the wind blows the wrong way. Being humiliated is one of his biggest turn-ons. That’s another plus, Lee. Maybe the more he tells himself that, he’ll come to believe it.
Ocean opens the slender top drawer of his desk and comes up with a black leather collar. “Put this on.”
Lee is quick to obey, hoping maybe he can get on the man’s good side if he has one. He buckles the thick collar around his neck. It’s soft leather. He wouldn’t call it comfortable, but it’s not uncomfortable either. A mild annoyance, maybe.
“As I was saying, you’re lucky because I don’t see myself sharing you often.” Lee’s sure he’ll be paying for that “luxury” too. “You will be compensated generously as are all my conservatees, and the money will be held in a trust for you, spent at my discretion. Most of your wage will pay for keeping you and I believe in being well kept so a large portion will cover the high cost of living here with my good food and high-thread-count bedsheets.”
He’ll be a luxury whore then.
“I do allow outings, but you won’t be getting any for a while so don’t ask. I’ll let you know when you can. I don’t allow calls out or in for the first while either. Once you’re used to things, we’ll discuss how that works. Do you understand so far?”
Lee’s getting fucking cold. Will this be over soon? He’d like to curl up under the high-thread-count bedsheets he’ll be paying with his body for. “I understand, sir.” His ass is still throbbing too—will he be allowed a hot bath?
“That collar doesn’t come off except for when you shower or bathe. I will find out and you will be severely punished for that infraction.”
Lee doesn’t doubt there are cameras everywhere in a place like this. Ocean is definitely the paranoid type. “Yes, sir.”
Ocean moves around him, letting his smooth fingers glide over Lee’s skin. “Your body is mine now. Every part of it. You won’t modify a thing on it unless I permit it—that includes shaving. I want you to keep your face bare for now. As for the rest of you, you’ll be waxed as I see fit.
Waxed?
Ocean keeps staring, keeps taking stock of his new toy. “I don’t like broken toys. You’ll take good care of my property. That includes what you eat and how much you exercise. Any damage will be seen as direct disobedience.”
That’s gotta be good right? He won’t be starved or anything. Lee worked out every day anyway. Hopefully, this means he’ll get to carry on with his routine. This place has got to have a state-of-the-art gym. “Yes, sir.”
“I allow the others to intermingle sexually, but you are off limits to everyone unless I say otherwise.” Ocean’s eyes light with dark fire.
“Yes, sir.”
Ocean stares at Lee as if he’s having too many thoughts about him at once. If only Lee could be privy to those thoughts. “God you’re fucking delectable and all mine. You