Title: Winner Take All

Author: Wendy

Fandom: The Sentinel

Pairing: Jim/Blair

Rating:

AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my first story I had an interesting idea. As kids, you all probably read those stories where you could choose the ending. You know the kind I mean, you reach a point in the story and if you think "scenario A" should happen, turn to page 72. If you think "scenario B" should happen, turn to page 76.

This one is going to be kinda like that. At the end there will be several options and more details about how it will work.

on to the story:

Winner Take All

By Wendy

It was Friday and that meant poker night for the detectives of Major Crime. The game was to take place at the loft this week and Detective Jim Ellison was in a quandary. For the past few weeks, the others had been complaining that the game had gotten a little stale and perhaps they should call it quits. Maybe hang out at the racetrack and play the ponies for awhile instead, just to do something different. Jim really liked playing poker and didn't want to go to the track. The horses and all that manure made him sneeze. He had been racking his brain all afternoon trying to think of way to spice up poker night. Jim then recalled a comment that Rafe made to him at lunch earlier in the day. Something about how tasty Sandburg had looked yesterday in those tight, faded jeans the kid had worn. It was at that point that Jim had an idea. A positively wicked idea. The detective recalled various conversations that he had had with the members of Major Crime in regards to his partner. The gist of the discussions was that they all thought Sandburg was hot. Very hot. The other detectives in the department had all indicated, at one time or another, that they wouldn't mind spending a little "quality time" with the young grad student. A light bulb went on over Jim's head. There was a way to liven up poker night and give the guys the opportunity to spend some time with his roommate. With a grin, he explained his plan to Taggart, H, Rafe, and Simon, and then headed home to begin the preparations.

When Jim arrived at the loft, he set out the snacks and the drinks and then went upstairs. He pulled a cardboard box from the back of the closet and removed several items. They were things he hadn't used since his years in Vice but after a careful inspection, he determined the equipment was still in good shape. All that was left was to wait for Blair to arrive home from the university.

The grad student bounced through the door a little over an hour later. "Hey, Jim," he called as he shrugged out of his jacket.

"Hey, Chief. How was school?" Jim came down the stairs but kept his hands behind his back, concealing the items he had removed from the box earlier.

"Pretty good, I got that grant I applied for and National Geographic is gonna publish my article." The anthropologist grinned, bounced and rubbed his hands together. "All I need to make the day perfect is to clean everybody out at poker tonight. When will the guys get here?"

"In just a little bit, Chief, but there's been a slight change in plans."

"What kind of change, Big Guy?" Blair craned his neck to see what his roommate was holding. "Whatcha got there? Does it have something to do with the game?"

The detective smiled ferally. "As a matter of fact, it does. See, the guys have been complaining about how poker night has been pretty dull lately, and we came up with an idea to liven things up. It involves there being a grand prize at the end of the night. Just a little something extra to make things more interesting. The guy who accumulates the most winnings at the end of the night, gets the grand prize."

"Cool idea, who thought this up, and what's the prize?"

The detective began to move purposefully towards his partner. "Well, as for who thought of it, that would be me. As for the prize, that would be you." Before the grad student could react, Jim pounced. He wrestled his roommate to the floor and bound the younger man's hands behind his back with a pair of thick leather restraints. The detective then flipped Blair onto his back and began to remove the younger man's clothing with a bowie knife.

The grad student was stunned and confused. "Jim, what the hell is going on? Lemme up! Untie me! Is this some kind of joke?"

The older man continued to cut away clothing as he answered, "You are the jackpot for tonight's game. Whoever wins gets to experience your myriad charms for the remainder of the weekend. When I told the guys about my idea they were thrilled. Apparently, they've been wanting a piece of you for quite a while now." Jim had finished removing Blair's garments and pulled the younger man to his feet. The anthropologist began to struggle and kicked out at Jim. The former Army Ranger ignored Blair's struggles easily.

"This isn't funny, Big Guy. Joke's over, now let me go." Blair's voice held just the first hint of panic.

"It's not a joke, Sandburg, and don't tell me that this doesn't excite you, either. I've seen some of your reading material. I know that the Sleeping Beauty series that Anne Rice wrote under a pseudonym is one of your favorite things to jerk off to. I also noticed your reaction to all the bondage gear we found when we searched that drug dealer's house last month. You were leaking pheromones all over the place. This is going to happen whether you cooperate or not. Don't make it hard on yourself, just relax and enjoy the ride."

While speaking, Jim had dragged the bound and naked Blair over to the support beam by the kitchen island and had him kneel next to it. He fastened more leather restraints around the smaller man's ankles and then attached a short chain between them and the cuffs on Blair's wrists. The young grad student could now not stand up.

"Jim, please don't do this. Just because something like this turns me on occasionally doesn't mean I want a crash course. I've never actually done anything like this and I don't want to start this way. Please, Big Guy, please don't do this to me."

"It's out of your hands, Sandburg. The guys will be here shortly and they are really looking forward to this. You don't want to disappoint them, do you?" The detective's tone was calm and implacable as he continued with restraining his roommate. He fastened a stiff leather collar around Blair's neck and attached it to a solid, metal ring embedded in the support post by way of a 2-foot length of chain. He then sat back to admire his handiwork.

"Hmmm, nice, but still not quite right." Jim got up and went back upstairs for a few more accessories while Blair continued to struggle hopelessly against his bonds. The Sentinel could hear the younger man's heart pounding and smell the fear underlaid with the faintest tinge of arousal that wafted through the loft. He smiled to himself as he rummaged through his equipment bag. When he had what he needed he headed back down the stairs.

"Just a few more things and you'll be all set, Chief."

Jim reached out and began to gently stroke Blair's cock. Blair gasped and whimpered as he tried to close his legs against the intimate touch.

'Sshhh...." Jim whispered soothingly as he continued his ministrations. "Relax, Chief, it'll be okay. You'll see."

The younger man tried to think of something, anything, to take his mind off what was happening but it was a futile task. He didn't want to respond to this but unfortunately, Jim was right. He did get off on bondage and his body was letting its interest be known. His cock twitched and thickened under Jim's experienced hand.

When the Major Crimes detective was satisfied with the state of Blair's erection, he fastened a cock ring in place and secured it with a small padlock. Jim then attached clamps to the grad student's nipples and hung small weights from them. Blair gasped and arched his back at the pleasure/pain sensation the clamps caused.

Jim leaned in and nuzzled his partner's curls. "You're so responsive. I knew you would like this, Chief."

Blair continued to whimper and writhe in his bonds. He had had some secret fantasies about doing things like this with Jim but they were just fantasies. He had never imagined that he would be acting them out, especially under these circumstances. To be offered up as a prize to whichever one of his co-workers that was lucky at cards was humiliating in the extreme. However, there was an awareness in the deepest, darkest part of his brain that was enjoying his situation, and that was even more humiliating still.

"Please don't do this to me, Jim." He whispered tearfully to his larger friend. "Not like this, please, not like this."

Jim chuckled at Blair's obvious distress and ran his finger down the length the bound man's erection. "Exactly like this, Blair. You look so beautiful. Naked, helpless and so, so needy. I hope I win tonight." The detective cocked his head and listened intently. "The guys are here, and they sound eager to start the festivities. I'm going to gag you now, Chief. It's a shame to cover up that pretty mouth, but I don't want you disturbing the game." He gently but firmly pried open Blair's mouth, inserted the gag and buckled it securely in place. With that done, Jim moved to open the door. He caught Simon with his hand raised as if to knock. "Good evening, gentlemen," Jim greeted the group of detectives with a grin as he ushered them through the door. They entered the loft and stared hungrily at the bound and naked man kneeling on the floor.

"Jesus." Simon whispered. "I don't think I have ever seen a more erotic sight in my entire life." He moved closer to Sandburg and ran his fingers gently through the younger man's silky curls. The others murmured in agreement and also moved in to stroke and caress the helpless grad student. Blair struggled and writhed and moaned some more in an attempt to avoid their touches.

Rafe squatted down in front of Sandburg and cupped Blair's chin in his hand. He proceeded to brush the tears from Blair's cheeks with his thumbs and crooned softly. "Don't cry, Baby, we'll make it good for you. That's a promise."

Henri headed over to the poker table and grabbed the deck of cards. "Let's get the show on the road. I can't wait to get me a piece of that little tidbit. The sooner we start, the sooner I win."

The others joined H at the table, and they began to play. As the hours progressed, the betting and bluffing were fierce and it was anyone's guess as to who the big winner would be. During breaks between hands or on a trip to the fridge for a beer, someone would invariably pass in front of Sandburg to caress his aching cock or tug gently on the clamps pinching his nipples. The young grad student was in absolute hell, and it had never felt so good.

At about 1 AM, things were winding to a close. Taggart had left in disgust about an hour earlier after having lost all his money. On his way out the door, he had stopped in front of Blair and caressed the younger man's straining erection with a firm grip. "Oh, well. Maybe next time, Sweetheart," he said with a disappointed sigh.

The remaining four detectives were in the process of counting the chips in front of them. The piles were all relatively similar in size, and Blair waited with fear and trepidation to see who would be his master for the next 48 hours.

The tallying finally ceased and the four men all looked at each other anxiously.

"Okay" said Simon softly "What've you got?" Simon looked at the detectives gathered around the poker table. "What have you got?" he asked anxiously.

"$32.50"

"$47.00"

"$29.25"

Simon sighed heavily. "Damn, I've got $41.75...congratulations, Jim. It looks as if you're the lucky winner."

The groans of disappointment around the table were heartfelt. Jim raked his eyes over the naked and bound figure of his roommate who had been chained to the pillar by the kitchen island for the entire evening. His cool blue eyes were gleaming with anticipation. "I don't mean to be rude, guys, but I'm kinda in a hurry to play with my new toy. Don't take this personally but, get out? Now."

The others chuckled as they gathered up their coats. Rafe and H stopped and each gave Blair one last caress. Simon lingered a little longer to help clear the table of cards, beer bottles and dirty plates. When all was once again tidy, he crouched down in front of the grad student and tugged gently on the clamps that hung from the younger man's nipples and then ran his finger along the length of Blair's painfully erect cock. Blair arched into the touch and moaned behind the gag.

"I'll say it again. You are the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I envy Jim his luck." With that, the captain of Major Crimes headed out the door.

Jim finished the dishes and left them in the rack to dry. He moved around the loft locking doors and pulling shades. When all was secure, he stopped in front of his prize and looked down into upturned, wide blue eyes filled with need. Over the course of the evening, the smell of fear that Blair had been radiating had slowly been replaced with that of arousal. He sat down in front of his captive and looked deep into Blair's eyes. He knew that if he played his cards right- (he laughed to himself at that particular turn of phrase)- that Blair would consent to be his forever.

"I find that I am having an attack of conscience, Chief. I know that this came as a bit of surprise to you so I want you to listen to what I have to say. When I'm done, I'll remove your gag and you'll get your turn, okay?"

Blair nodded slowly.

"When I was in Vice, I found out some things about myself. I realized that I like men and I like to be in control in sexual situations. In several undercover operations, I had to work as a dom. I was good at it and I really liked it. Bondage is a real turn on for me and I think it is for you, too."

Jim looked at Blair to confirm this statement. The younger man once again nodded slowly.

"Am I right in thinking that you like to be controlled?"

Blair nodded and tried to speak but was prevented by the gag from doing so.

"Calm down, Chief, you'll get your turn."

The curly haired man sighed heavily and grunted for Jim to continue.

"From the moment I saw you, I was attracted to you. I've been fantasizing about having you this way, as my own personal slave and plaything, for a very long time. I hesitated at first because I needed your help with the sentinel stuff. Then we became good friends and I didn't want to ruin that. I don't have many friends. Now that we're even closer I want to give it a try. I know that you have feelings for me and that the idea of this excites you so I'm asking you to give yourself to me. I want to take our relationship to the next level. I love you and I promise to make it good for you."

With that said, Jim reached out and removed Blair's gag. The younger man moaned in relief and began wiggling his jaw back and forth to remove some of the stiffness.

"Water, please" he rasped. Jim got him a glass of water with a straw and waited until the kid was ready to continue. The silence was thick while Blair gathered his thoughts.

"My God, Jim, you could have just asked. I love you, too. I've been dreaming that you would claim me and make me yours. You wouldn't believe some of the fantasies I had after we found all that bondage gear when we searched that drug dealer's house. The Sleeping Beauty books look like Dr. Suess compared to what my brain came up with. It's just that you blind-sided me tonight and it frightened me badly. I've never really told anyone about these desires, except once. It really shook me that you were able to pick up on it. But I had a lot of time to think while I've been sitting here and I realized a few things about myself, too. I do like the idea of being controlled, especially by you. I want to give myself to you. I want to belong to you. The answer is yes."

The tension ran out of Jim's body like the air out of a balloon. He reached out and cupped Blair's face in his hands. "Great, then let's set the ground rules. You belong to me: lock, stock and barrel. No one touches you but me. I may decide to share you or loan you out at some point but not right away. You will not masturbate, only I say when or if you get to cum. You will obey my commands with no hesitation and speak only when spoken to. You will be naked whenever we are home alone. You will call me either Master or Sir. If you are disobedient, you will be punished. If you are good and please me, the rewards will be wonderful. With my senses, I can make sure you have orgasms unlike anything you have ever experienced before. Do you agree to those terms?"

"Yes, but I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"What about work? I still have to guide you. How can I go back into the station after tonight? The guys all saw me naked. What about school?"

Blair would have continued but Jim put his fingers over the younger man's full, petal-soft lips. "Shhh, Pet. It'll be okay. At the station it will be business as usual. The same for your classes. Don't worry about the guys. I had no intention of letting any of them win tonight. I used my sentinel abilities to make sure of that. I'll tell them that you're off limits and that will be the end of it. They can be discreet when they have to. I know for a fact that Joel has slept with Simon, and so have I. I also know that Rafe and H have slept together, too. H has some really weird kinks. Rafe told me one time about a pair of spiked heels, a bicycle built for two and a can of whipped cream." The detective shuddered at the image. "We all keep each other's secrets and stay professional when it comes to the job. If there are any problems, let me know and I'll handle it." Jim's voice had gone cold at the last statement. The former Army Ranger would make sure that no one touched his property without his permission. "Anything else?"

"No."

Jim frowned "No, what?"

"No....Master?"

"Very good. Let's go upstairs, Pet. I want to play with my new toy." Jim removed the chain between Blair's ankle and wrist cuffs and unclipped the leash from the support beam. He then helped Blair stand and kept his hands on the younger man's waist until he was steady. The smaller man's legs were wobbly after kneeling for so long. Jim looked intently into the dark blue eyes of his soon to be lover and saw love, need and complete acceptance.

"I want you to grow your hair longer," he said as he bent his head to nibble along Blair's jaw line and earlobe. "And first thing tomorrow we are going to go and get your other nipple pierced."

The young grad student shuddered with desire at the whispered comments. "Yes, Master."

Jim took the leash and headed up the stairs to his room. Blair followed along demurely, completely happy in his bondage. He was glad that he had found someone that he could be completely uninhibited with. Someone who could meet his needs. The one time he had tentatively mentioned trying this with one of his ex-girlfriends, she had freaked on him and then broken up with him. After that, he had kept his desires to himself. But Jim loved him just as he was and wanted the same things he did. It looked like he was a winner tonight, too.

The End