Begging to Serve

by Morticia Knight

  Colin obeyed Roddy’s words immediately.

  “Until I understand all of this and how I feel about it, I want you to speak to me any time you wish. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir. Then I’d like to say, if you’re considering changing your mind about being my Master, I…” He wasn’t sure where he was going with his statement, he was simply desperate to keep Roddy from running away. “Please don’t go.”

  Roddy leaned in closer, thumb and forefinger holding his chin in place. “I’m not going, darling. I have an itching to spank you right now so that you’ll know I’m not merely teasing, that I mean it when I say I want to be your Master.”

  Colin nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes. That would be good, Sir. You can definitely do that.”

  Roddy chuckled, a twinkle in his eye as the other men laughed heartily. Colin knew he amused them, but he didn’t care. Being Roddy’s submissive was too important to him. Colin would show them all once he’d submitted completely to Roddy and Roddy kept him for good.

  “Well then, now that we have a cushion for you, I’ll need a copy of the rules for me. Then we’ll go from there.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Colin’s relief was immense. He had to remind himself that they were only at the beginning and it wouldn’t do him any favors by appearing impatient and pushy.

  Once he’d settled more comfortably on the fluffy pillow he’d been given, he worked on his breathing some more so that he could focus and not wiggle. The only submissive who had a tougher time holding still was Francesco. But then again, Francesco had a tough time with a lot of things pertaining to submission. The thought gave him comfort. No matter how many times Francesco got in trouble, his Master Theodore never yelled at him or threatened to give up on him. It was obvious in the way he looked at and touched Francesco that Theodore loved him very much.

  There’d been a lot of talking in the background and Colin was startled to discover he’d been focused enough on his task that he hadn’t been distracted by it.

  Maybe I can be a great submissive.

  “Well, gentlemen, I’m ready to sign.”

  Roddy’s words got his attention and he tried not to lose the excellent posture he’d maintained so far. Roddy wanted to be a member of the club, he wanted to stay. Colin swallowed hard, his breathing stuttering a bit. He couldn’t help it. It was too exciting.

  “I imagine you’d prefer cash for the payment?”

  “Yes, old sport. If you wouldn’t mind.”

  “Then as soon as I pick up my belongings at the La Grande Station tomorrow, I’ll set everything to rights.”

  “And in the meantime, I promised you a night’s lodging.”

  Saul is such a nice man.

  Colin thought it was even nicer because it meant that Roddy would be staying right at Hampton Road. He sucked in a breath, ready to blurt something out, but clamped his lips shut instead. Since he’d gone with Roddy already, and they were supposed to be Master and submissive, shouldn’t he be allowed to spend the night in Roddy’s bed? But he couldn’t say anything. That was the exact type of thing that would get him into trouble and show everyone that he didn’t know how to submit properly.

  Roddy curled his hand around Colin’s face, drew his head to him until it rested against Roddy’s thigh. “I wish to have Colin spend the night with me. That won’t cause an issue, will it?”

  Colin screwed his eyes shut, scared to hear the response.

  “Good Lord, no.” Saul had sputtered it out. “I know we’ve shown ourselves to be rather protective of Colin, but I’m sure you can understand we only want what’s best for him. We certainly won’t tell him who he can or can’t spend his time with. The rules are only there to ensure that none of our submissives are mistreated and that by going over and signing them, you understand that doing so will bar you from membership.”

  “Splendid! I assume Colin stays here? If so, I’m sure his room would be fine.”

  “He does indeed. Colin? Is that acceptable to you?”

  Colin peered up and caught Saul’s eye. He seemed happy and Colin was relieved. “Yes, Sir. Very acceptable.”

  Saul clapped his hands together. “Excellent. I’ll ring for Javier. He’ll be able to sort out some pajamas and a robe for you, and perhaps some clothing for you to wear when you go to retrieve your belongings tomorrow. If you need to stay longer, do let us know, I’m sure we can work something out.”

  “That’s very kind of you, Saul. I imagine that once I’ve rested up, it’ll all become that much clearer. As for my training, who should I speak with about that?”

  “Well, old sport, you’ll be working with me and Theodore. He’s one of the best and has helped tutor many men wishing to increase their knowledge. He also brings a younger, fresher perspective to things.” Saul chuckled in the way that Colin loved. It had a peaceful ease to it, as if telegraphing that everything was wonderful. “I come from back east where we did things our own way. Ironically enough considering what I just had you sign, we operated with less rules, more on instinct.”

  “So fascinating.” Roddy removed his hand from Colin’s head then stood. “However, I’ve taken up way too much of your time this evening, gentlemen. And Ned and Aaron, many hearty thanks for rescuing me from the streets of Hollywood.” Roddy let out a happy laugh. “I plan on treating you both to a lovely dinner somewhere nice, along with your boys, of course.”

  “That’s not necessary,” Aaron replied. “We were happy to help and thrilled that we kept you from being beaten within an inch of your life.”

  Roddy sighed. “Indeed. But we must make a night of it anyway. You too, Saul! We’ll have a grand time.”

  “Sounds delightful, old sport. I’ll confess, it’s been a while since I’ve spent any time on the town. Would be good for Kenneth too, I think. It’s been a difficult year for him.”

  “Then it’s a must. You can advise me on the swankiest joint and we’ll set the day and time.” Roddy glanced down at him. “I don’t know if I’m doing this right yet, but come along.” Roddy held out his hand as if to help him up. “We all need our sleep.”

  Colin accepted Roddy’s offering, even if he was disappointed by it. He was thrilled to be holding Roddy’s hand, but he’d wanted to show him how smoothly he could rise on his own.

  I suppose he wouldn’t appreciate it yet anyway. Not until Master Saul and Theo explain everything more.

  Colin clutched Roddy’s fingers though, trembling. Soon he’d be in Roddy’s arms, they’d be sharing a bed. Was it too late for them to do anything other than sleep? When would Roddy want to fuck him? He’d waited for it to happen for so long, wanted it so much, but it still made him nervous. Sam and the other submissives had reassured him that a good Master would make it very pleasurable, and Francesco never stopped talking about how much he loved it.

  It’d gotten Francesco in trouble with his Master more than once. Master Theo had told Francesco that he needed to learn what was appropriate and what wasn’t appropriate to share with others. Colin hadn’t minded. Francesco had given a lot of great details that Colin had really appreciated.

  They’d all exited the study and were strolling down the hall, the men chattering to each other. As they approached the top of the stairs, Javier appeared. Saul passed on some requests regarding clothing for Roddy then turned to Colin.

  “Please show Master Roddy to your room. Javier will be by momentarily.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He swallowed, not sure if he should say the next part, but he couldn’t help it. “And thank you, Master Saul. For everything.”

  He let go of Roddy to throw his arms around Saul’s middle, pressing his face to his chest. Saul patted his back.

  “There now, young Colin. You’re welcome. We all want the best for you.”

  “You’re all so good. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if everyone hadn’t looked out for me from the beginning.” He turned to Ned. “Thank you, Master Ned. Thank you for bringing me here.”

  Ned s
miled at him warmly. “You’re very welcome, Colin. As Saul said, we’ve only ever wanted your happiness.”

  Colin grinned. “Then I guess you got what you wanted, because I’m bursting with joy!”

  The men all laughed lightly, but Colin didn’t take it that they were making fun. It seemed to be more of an acknowledgment that they were all pleased with the way things had turned out for him too.

  Everyone said the rest of their goodnights and Colin immediately tugged on Roddy, anxious to get him to his room so they could be alone again. He tumbled back when Roddy suddenly stopped.

  “Let’s try something, darling, shall we? See how we both feel about it.”

  I feel like I want to be alone with you right this second.

  He sucked in a big breath, Saul’s admonishments at learning patience dancing through his head.

  “All right, Sir.”

  Roddy had one finger tapping at his chin as he furrowed his brow. “I haven’t decided whether or not I like having you walk in step behind me the way you were earlier, but I do think if we’re to be together as Master and submissive, then I should be the one who directs the show, as it were?” Roddy gazed down at him, his jolly demeanor never changing, even if his words were correcting him.

  Colin nodded. He was being too impatient. Dragging his new Master up the staircase to the third floor was not the best beginning to a submissive relationship.

  “You’re right, Sir.” Colin glanced up the stairs. “But…”

  “Colin. Would you show me the way to your room?”

  He glanced up at Roddy. “Sure. You mean do it without pulling on you?”

  Roddy let out a small chuckle. “Precisely.”

  “Oh, that I can do, no problem. Um, it’s on the third floor down the opposite hallway from where we had our pictures taken.” Colin gestured upward.

  “Very good.” Roddy appeared genuinely pleased. “Then please lead the way.”

  As they calmly climbed the stairs then headed to where Colin’s room was at the very end of the corridor, Roddy hummed a jazz tune Colin thought seemed familiar.

  “Oh, I know that song.” His grandmother had played it a lot before she died because she’d said it was so cheery. “That’s Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue, right?”

  “It is indeed. Do you like jazz, darling?”

  “Uh huh. My grandmother did too. She said it made the church ladies mad, so she’d play it on purpose whenever they came by for Bible study.”

  Roddy barked out a laugh. “Now I’m thinking I would’ve liked your grandmother too.”

  When they reached his door, Colin let go of Roddy. “I need to get out my key, Sir.”

  “Oh? Is that because of the patrons?”

  Colin unlocked the door and swung it open as he answered. “Yes. It’s not much of a worry, since most of the activities take place on the second floor where the ballroom and private play rooms are, but Javier told me to keep it locked as a precaution.”

  Roddy followed him in as he went about the task of pulling the chain on the Tiffany glass lamp to illuminate the room. He stood very still as he watched Roddy gaze around his bedroom. Colin was very good about keeping everything very clean, tidy and organized, so he hoped Roddy was satisfied.

  “My heavens. This is impressive, darling. I’ve never seen such a perfectly kept room!” Roddy turned to him. “Is this your job, or is there housekeeping services here?”

  “Oh, I do it. There is housekeeping, but I help them with the other rooms as part of my duties here.” Colin lowered his head. “I was helping in the kitchen too, but the chef asked if I could be occupied elsewhere instead.”

  “And why is that?” Roddy’s typically cheerful tone took on an edge, similar to the way Saul’s had when Colin had told him the story about Chef Jean.

  “Well, I might’ve done a few things he didn’t like.”

  “Such as?”

  Colin bit his lip. He knew he couldn’t keep fretting each time Roddy asked him about something that he hadn’t been perfect at, but he’d only known him for a few hours. Even if Roddy felt like he was the right man, that still didn’t mean they didn’t have a long way to go in discovering each other. Maybe Roddy wouldn’t like boys who were disobedient even after they were corrected.

  But that wouldn’t make him a very fair person. All the other Masters are fair. I should have someone like that too.

  “Would you like to sit down while we talk, Sir? You must be tired.”

  “Thank you, darling. You’re a thoughtful man.”

  They both perched on the edge of Colin’s perfectly made up bed.

  He took a deep breath and forged ahead with his confession. “Sometimes, even after Chef Jean asked me not to, I’d rearrange things in his cupboards. Or the Kelvinator.” Colin’s cheeks flushed. “Or the pantry.” He cleared his throat. “Then there was that time with the silverware.”

  Roddy snorted, his eyes filled with merriment. “I bet your way was better and he was simply angry that he hadn’t thought of it first.”

  Colin frowned. “I… Really?”

  “Judging by how things appear in here”—Roddy swept his hand around the room—“I’d have to say any tidying or rearranging you do would be most welcome.” Roddy regarded him. “Would you be willing to take on the job of seeing to the home should we end up getting one together?”

  Colin gasped. “Oh, do you think I could? That we ever would?”

  Roddy scooted closer than pulled him to his side. “I believe we stand a good chance.” He laughed. “After all, how likely is it that we’d meet anyone one else more suited to either one of us than ourselves? I can’t imagine finding a more pleasing partner than you! Especially as I’d never known such an establishment with men who share the same cravings as mine existed, and here it is, right in the city where I wish to make my home.” Roddy shook his head. “Seems like a dream, really.”

  Colin laid a hand on Roddy’s. “I didn’t think I’d ever find my right man. Even though I’ve only been here a few months, I’ve met so many men. They’ve come from all over. Yet, you’re the only one who I’ve wanted to be with. That’s a big part of why I believe you’re the right one for me.”

  Roddy gathered him in an embrace. “Ah, such a sweet thing you are. Then we’ll keep learning about becoming Master and submissive together and I’ll see to purchasing a home. I’ll enquire whether anyone here can advise me as to a good location.” Roddy held Colin at arm’s length, gazing down at him. “Unless there’s a particular area you’d prefer?”

  Colin shook his head, his heart rapidly beating. “Anywhere you’d like is perfect.”

  “I won’t make a choice until you see it, though. This can be a goal as we work on getting to know each other.” Roddy extricated one of his hands then extended it to Colin. “Deal?”

  Colin wanted to cry from all the joy trying to escape from inside him, but he held it in. He clutched Roddy’s hand. “Deal.”

  A knock sounded at the door and Colin remembered that Javier had been fetching some clothing for Roddy. He jumped up to answer it, eager to keep on showing Roddy how good a submissive he’d be.

  “Hello, Sir.”

  Javier smiled down at him. It was a rare thing to see, and even so, it was much more subdued than the other men at Hampton Road. “Hello, Colin. May I leave these with you for Master Roddy?”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you!”

  Javier dipped his head in acknowledgment then left. Colin cradled the bundle of clothing in his arms then padded across the carpet to present them to Roddy.

  “Would you like me to lay out your robe and pajamas, Sir? Then I can hang up the rest.”

  “That would be wonderful, darling. But after you do that, would you join me for a shower before we retire? I don’t dare get into fresh bedclothes like this! I’m covered in dried-up jizz and the filth of the streets of Hollywood.” Roddy laughed as he watched Colin put everything away.

  Once Colin had completed his task, Roddy grasped his hand t
hen led him to the en-suite bathroom. It was easier for Colin to disrobe than it’d been when he’d gotten his picture taken earlier. Roddy had already seen him naked and Javier wasn’t staring at him. His lessened nerves also allowed him to appreciate more of Roddy’s body. His new Master wasn’t as tall as Aaron and the other Masters, but he was still quite a bit taller than Colin. He had a long, lean torso, and while his limbs were slender as well, tight muscles in his ass and limbs bunched and rippled as Roddy removed his clothing.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  Roddy straightened then faced him, completely nude. Colin tried not to gulp, or do anything else too silly. Everything had been so fast and confusing when he’d been with Roddy in the bed, that he hadn’t had the chance to fully appreciate him. His semi-erect shaft was thicker than Colin’s and about the same length. It was surrounded by a nest of dark curls with a reddish tinge to them, the same as the dusting of hair on his body. Colin licked his lips.

  “Do you work on a farm…or something? I only know that you come from Kentucky, but not what you do. But I heard you say something to Javier about horses.”

  “So you do remember something from that session.” Roddy winked. “It’s not exactly a farm in the way you’re thinking. But we do raise horses. I’ve been riding them since I was about this tall.” Roddy held his hand only a few feet from the floor. “I like to ride them fast and hard, race them around our track at home.” Roddy leaned down to brush his lips across Colin’s forehead. “I have lots of stamina in bed. I’ll keep you happy.”

  “Oh…dear.”

  Colin reached for his own dick, not thinking. Roddy’s hand closed around his wrist.

  “There now. I do believe that if you’re going to be my boy, then this should be part of being mine too. Why would you want to touch yourself anymore when you can have my hand?” Roddy rubbed up against him then leaned down to whisper next to his ear. “Or cock?”

  Colin inhaled on a stuttering breath. He’d hardened fully, but he let go, let Roddy have the control. But instead of stroking him as Colin had hoped, he guided Colin’s hand to his own filled length. Colin understood. His Master’s pleasure came first.