by Quin Perin
The boy was a work of art. All sinewy muscles under soft, delicate skin. His long, thin cock rock hard. Knox knew by the flush on his cheeks, his boy was embarrassed by being so aroused. He didn’t know what had caused it, but he couldn’t say he was disappointed seeing the mess the boy had made on the tile floor. Knox crouched down and used a finger to tilt Zach’s head up; Zach’s sparkling hazel eyes blinked several times to clear the fog of subspace, then slowly met Knox’s gaze. “How long have you been kneeling?”
“Only about fifteen minutes, Sir. I got your text.”
Knox nodded, happy Zach was following the rules by having his phone near him in case Knox was running late. He trailed a finger down the boy’s face from his forehead and over the curve of his nose, stopping on his plump lips. He traced those soft lips back and forth with his finger, slowly edging his mouth open as he went. Zach was so attuned to his desires, it never took him long to figure out what Knox needed.
When his mouth was open enough, Knox slid two fingers in, slowly running them along the soft, wet length of Zach’s tongue several times before pushing them slowly to the back until he couldn’t go any further, making the boy gag on them. He did that several more times until Zach had tears running down his cheeks and a dazed look in his eyes, having found subspace again. The effortless way Zach floated into that headspace was one of the many things that turned Knox on the most about him.
They’d connected very quickly, back when they’d first been introduced by a mutual friend, and Zach had placed his trust in Knox early on in their relationship; faster than anyone else had ever done with him. It had been humbling seeing the trust in the boy’s eyes before Knox had even felt he’d proven himself to his sub. He’d watched Zach closely back then and had seen the way Zach had been able to compartmentalize everything from his day; subspace had come easily for him as he let himself go and turned his mind off so completely.
Knox had second guessed it at first, but eventually, he’d let it go. He wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. But if he was honest with himself, he knew it was one of the things that had made him fall in love with Zach so quickly. And he was just happy Zach had placed his trust in him and not someone who would hurt him for doing so or see him as weak for it. Because Knox knew it took an enormous amount of strength to trust as Zach did, and he was grateful every day, promising himself and Zach he’d never take that for granted.
“You please me, Zachary.”
“I aim to, Sir. Always.”
“I know you do.” He stood and helped Zach up. “Clean up your mess on the floor, and then let’s eat dinner so we won’t be late to Ronan and Jamie’s.”
He picked up the food and headed to the kitchen while Zach followed directions. Moments later, Zach was in the kitchen with Knox, his voice soft when he asked, “Can I help?”
Turning around to glance at Zach, he shook his head. “No, baby. Get your cushion.”
Placing the bag on the counter, he dug in and pulled out their takeaway containers. Never one to use them to eat out of, he grabbed several bowls and a plate to put their food on, and then washed his hands. Bringing everything to the table in the eating nook, he was pleased to see his boy patiently waiting on the cushion on his knees.
Knox turned the chair at the head of the table, so it was facing Zach. He sat, legs spread, and smiled as Zach placed both his hands on his knees and used them as leverage to move himself as close as he could get between Knox’s legs. He kept his eyes respectfully averted and waited patiently until Knox decided to feed him. The boy never had to wait long as Knox always fed Zach first.
Knox was never one to want a service submissive, leaving all domestic tasks to his sub. And he wasn’t one to make his boy wait until he was sated, before allowing him anything to eat. He was firm with Zach, even strict at times, but he always put his submissive first in everything he did. Zach’s submission was as close as one could get to worship. It would be disrespectful of Knox to show anything less than adoration and devotion to him in return.
He picked up a piece of Podi Idly and fed Zach his favorite appetizer, letting the boy lick and suck his fingers after every bite. Knox’s dick perked up again at the feel of his boy’s lips and tongue. Indian cuisine was their favorite takeout. It was a hedonistic experience, eating with your hand rather than utensils. But feeding someone else that way? It was sensual in a way he’d never experienced before with anyone other than Zach.
When half of the dish was gone, Knox asked him about his day while he fed himself the rest. Zach shrugged. “It was a day like any other, I suppose. But the new shipment I was telling you about arrived today. I was able to record and catalogue all of it before the day was done. You’ll want to come to the auction for this one, Sir. They have some beautiful pieces that would fit nicely in your offices, if you were serious about redecorating.”
Knox nodded as he scooped up some rice and some of the Goan vindaloo fish curry they both loved and fed it to Zach. “I was serious, and I’ll definitely come to the auction. Can you choose the best of the pieces for me ahead of time?”
Zach chewed his second bite of the curry and nodded. “I’ll send you a few snapshots of them so you can get a feel for them.”
Knox dipped into the rogan josh with a piece of chapati for Zach as he asked, “Any trouble with your parents today?”
He watched closely for any hint of stress on Zach’s face and saw the twitch of his left eye, which Knox always thought of as his tell, but the boy shook his head and appeared sincere. He’d have to let it go for the time being. The one thing that did show, and was prevalent more often than not, was the resigned sadness in Zach’s eyes nearly every time his job was mentioned.
He’d have to put some feelers out to see if there were any job opportunities in nearby auction houses that would work for Zach and his need for a new challenge. He knew Zach wasn’t ready to make the move yet, but Knox was going to have to step in sooner rather than later if his boy continued to punish himself by staying.
Zach had been working at his parents’ auction house since he was a teen. Prior to that, his parents had brought him along with them so often that, for most of his life, it had been a second home. But after the O’Neills last unexpected visit several weeks back, Knox was ready to move up that timeline. The O’Neills were too controlling by far, and the decisions they made on Zach’s behalf were rarely in his best interest. It was more like he was a piece of property rather than their son. And if anyone was going to own Zach, it was going to be Knox.
They continued to talk about their days as they finished up dinner. When they were done, Knox carried everything to the sink. “I’m going to clean up in here and take care of a few things. Go shower and clean yourself thoroughly. I want you kneeling at the foot of the bed in fifteen minutes. We’re in a hurry.”
When Zach made no move to follow his orders but, instead, began to shuffle his feet nervously, Knox turned, facing him. He couldn’t help but smirk at the telltale response, knowing Zach had done something he wasn’t sure Knox would approve of. “You might as well spill it.”
Zach’s shoulders sagged. “I um…well, I got your text, and since you were running late, I didn’t know if that would make us late to Dr. Kincaid’s, so I took a shower.” Knox grinned at the blush staining his boy’s cheeks as he continued, “And I…uh, I gave myself,” Zach sighed deeply and continued, “an enema, Sir. I figured, I mean…I knew you’d ask me to.”
“Well, wasn’t that industrious?” Closing in on Zach, he gently rubbed the boy’s stomach with the backs of his fingers and whispered seductively, “Did you fill yourself nice and full with the shower nozzle until you cramped up?”
Zach flushed from his neck to his hairline, embarrassed just talking about it, and didn’t that just make Knox hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“And did you hold it in for at least a full minute before you emptied your bowels?”
Zach’s face grew an even deeper shade of red and he mumbled, “Yes, Sir.”
Knox couldn’t help but smirk when he leaned forward and spoke lowly into Zach’s ear, eliciting a shudder. “And did you get hard being so full, knowing it was what I’d want you to do and hating it? That was the reason you were hard and dripping on my beautiful marble floors, wasn’t it?”
When Zach nodded and said nothing more, Knox tipped Zach’s face up knowing the boy would absolutely hate meeting his eyes at that moment and forcing it. Because that was the point, wasn’t it? He reached down and clasped Zach’s cock, which had become erect the moment he’d admitted to giving himself an enema. Giving it a few tugs, his voice was stern when he said, “Answer me, Zachary.”
The boy closed his eyes and nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes, Sir. The enema made me hard and I hated it. That’s why I made a mess on your floors.”
Knox kept his hand wrapped loosely around Zach’s cock and said, “I like hearing that. Very much.”
Zach flicked his gaze away then brought it back, sighed, and stood taller, physically and mentally trying to push back his humiliation. “I’m glad I pleased you, Sir.”
“We might need a cock ring for you this evening, hmm?” Zach didn’t answer, and Knox hadn’t expected or needed him to. He smiled and nodded his head towards the sink. “Clean up in here while I grab a quick shower. I expect you to be kneeling at the foot of the bed when I come out of the bathroom.”
Zach turned towards the mess as he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Making quick work of the shower, Knox got excited for their evening with Dr. Ronan Kincaid and Jamie Gray, close friends they often scened with. He walked out of the shower enclosure, drying himself off with hurried swipes of soft cotton against his heated skin. He chuckled as he dried his junk, knowing he was hard from not only thinking about what was to come, but also from picturing Zach in their shower, filling himself to bursting with warm water so he was nice and clean for their friends.
Knox stood in front of his kneeling boy and tilted his chin up, Knox’s dick right in line with Zach’s pretty lips. He held his cock and wiped his precum all over them, making it look like Zach was wearing lip gloss. “Are you ready to learn what you’ll be wearing tonight?”
Zach took a deep breath and nodded, his cock growing hard just thinking about it. Goddamn if Knox didn’t love how quickly Zach’s body reacted to the mere thought of being humiliated, without even knowing what he’d be asked to do or wear. “Good. I’m eager for this evening. I shopped at several new online boutiques. I know you’re gonna love it just as much as you hate it, and that excites me very much.” Giving one more swipe of his slit against those glistening lips, he pulled back. “Time for your blindfold.”
“Yes, Sir.” Zach grabbed it off the floor beside him and handed it to Knox, closing his eyes as Knox pulled it in place.
Walking into their huge, shared closet, he dressed quickly. Taking the key to the large armoire where he kept all of Zach’s scene costumes, he unlocked it and began pulling out the items he’d recently purchased. Walking into the bedroom, he laid them on the bed, getting more excited by the minute.
He tapped Zach on the shoulder, helping him stand. Slowly and methodically, Knox began to dress him. He loved the sensuality of dressing Zach from head to toe before a scene, touching and caressing him as he went along. When he was done, he’d stand behind him and remove the blindfold, allowing him to finally get a look at himself. That first reaction to what Knox had put Zach in never failed to rev his engine.
He hooked on the pastel-purple, satin and lace corset that ended just below Zach’s chest, grazing his nipples with his fingertips, making Zach shudder. Next came a lace garter belt in the same pastel purple. He reached around to fasten it behind Zach, kissing his neck and shoulder with featherlight touches of his lips.
Knox kneeled and gently ran his fingers over the arch of Zach’s foot. Taking his cue, Zach rested a hand on Knox’s shoulder and lifted his leg for him. Zach was always willing to take advantage of the fact he was permitted to touch Knox while he was being dressed by him. Knox had given him a way to self-sooth—blindfolded and naked, completely vulnerable and humiliated—knowing nights like the one they had before them took a lot out of his boy, physically and emotionally.
Knox pulled up one of the purple-cotton, lace-trimmed thigh highs then moved on to the next and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath when Zach’s fingers carded through his hair. He attached the front garters with practiced ease then helped Zach turn around so he could fasten the back garters. Knox leaned towards the bed and clasped the matching, wispy, purple-lace jockstrap and had Zach step into it. He tucked Zach’s hard-on off to the side, under the pretty lace, and rubbed up and down on his cock through the fabric.
Knox stopped torturing his boy; he knew they’d be late if he kept drawing it out just to put Zach on edge. He grabbed one of his favorite pairs of heels for Zach that were, of course, one of Zach’s least favorite—sky-high, metallic silver, glitter heels that grabbed everyone’s attention when he wore them, furthering his humiliation. He gently rubbed the arch of Zach’s foot again and waited until he clasped Knox’s shoulder and lifted his foot. When Knox put them both on, he caressed his hands up the back of Zach’s thighs as he stood.
Walking to his nightstand, Knox pulled out some lube and grabbed his box of tissues, bringing them back to Zach. “The bed is right in front of you. Lean down, put your palms on it, and spread your legs.”
Zach let out a little moan as he did so, knowing some kind of butt plug was coming, Knox was sure. Knox squeezed some lube on his fingertips and leaned over Zach’s back, arm wrapped around his front, clasping his neck while his other hand massaged lube around his hole and inside, readying him for the plug. Taking his time, he slipped another finger in and curled them both, tapping on the boy’s prostate, eliciting several moans.
Once Zach was sufficiently stretched for the large plug, Knox stood and grabbed it, smearing it with lube. He pressed one palm to Zach’s lower back and slowly eased some of the plug in. Careful and devious enough to go slow and make it pleasurable, Knox pushed it in a little then pulled it out…in and then out again. Zach whimpered, pushing his ass back for more.
When Knox finally had it seated, he wiped his fingers off with the tissues and grabbed the silkiest, longest, faux-fur, kitten-tail attachment he’d been able to find. It was the same pastel purple as the rest of his costume, but the tip was white. He watched bemused as Zach slowly gyrated his hips, trying to get a clue as to what type of attachment Knox had connected to the plug. When the tail brushed the back of his knee, the boy gasped and whimpered in a beautiful mix of humiliation and arousal; Knox’s favorite combination. He swatted both cheeks for his naughty behavior.
“You saucy little minx. Stand up and turn around for me.”
He watched as Zach did as instructed, grinning at the blush staining his cheeks. “You look beautiful, baby. Just a few more accessories, and we’ll be done, okay?”
Zach let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He grabbed the purple, furry wrist cuffs and clipped them on. Next was the thin, furry choker. “I’m taking off the blindfold now, but I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled off the blindfold and placed a headband on Zach’s head of short auburn strands. Walking around behind Zach, Knox grabbed the tail and held it in his hand, resting it on Zach’s hip and standing flush with his back. He trailed several kisses from his shoulder to his neck and breathed lightly in his ear, making him shudder before whispering, “Open your eyes.”
Knox loved every reveal he’d ever given Zach. Each one of them etched in his memory forever. When Zach opened his eyes, his lips parted as he quickly inhaled then bit his bottom lip, eyes wide, taking in everything from the kitten ears on the headband to the collar with its little kitten bell attached. Knox reached around and lightly flicked the bell, making his boy shudder. Zach raised his arms to show Knox his goosebumps, kn
owing his Dom loved to see them, but let out a tiny gasp at the furry cuffs with more kitten bells. He ran his hands over the beautiful corset, then down to his garter belt, softly gripping his tail before meeting Knox’s eyes in the mirror. Fuck, this boy was perfect for him.
Knox glanced at the clock and gently spun Zach around in his arms. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. I want you to paint your face, so you look the part, hmm? You’ve got just shy of fifteen minutes. I’ll go down to the wine cellar and pull a couple bottles for us to enjoy tonight. I’ll see you in the foyer at seven-forty.”
Knox watched, chuckling, as Zach hurried—as fast as his stilettos would allow—over to his vanity and sat, adjusting his tail, and began sorting what he’d needed from his many drawers and trays of beauty products. He left Zach to it and made his way to the wine cellar to make his choices.
When he was back on the main floor, wine bottles in hand, he pulled on his own jacket and was pulling Zach’s patent leather, hot pink trench coat out of the closet as he heard Zach’s heels clicking on the marble floor. He turned and gazed at the beauty before him, always amazed at the magic Zach could do with makeup; the whole of him, head to toe, a gorgeous sight to see.
Knox draped the coat over his arm and pulled out his phone. Zach stopped where the light was best for a photo, knowing that’s what Knox expected of him, the habit more of a ritual now than anything else. He watched as Zach took a fortifying breath, readying himself for the photos he didn’t want Knox to take, in turn, sending a thrill zinging through Knox’s body. “I wanna see that beautiful tail, kitten.”
Zach grabbed the tail and put his hands on his hips, holding the tail like Wonder Woman would her lasso. The expression on his boy’s face, one of the let’s-get-this-over-with-you’re-killing-me variety, made Knox smile. He’d be willing to bet Zach meant his frustrated, embarrassed stance to be off-putting to make the picture come out poorly. Instead, Zach’s irritation came in the form of a sexy pout and puppy dog eyes. The purple tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks matched his outfit, and the stiffness in his posture made him look like he was going to stomp his foot any second.
