“I’m guessing you’re a reader, darling. I don’t know how else you could know how to organize Saul’s books. Plus, I see how much it bothers you that this book is broken.” Roddy rubbed his late day stubble against Colin’s softer facial hair. “Have you read the Divine Comedy before?”
Colin turned one of the pages, his attention caught by the scary looking illustration filled with devils. How odd. “No. It looks really long.” Colin twisted his head to look at Roddy. “Is it very funny? It doesn’t seem like it would be.”
Roddy chuckled. “No, darling. Not very funny at all. The title has to do with how writings were classified way back when. It was either tragedy or comedy. The ones called tragedies were stuffy and pompous, used fancy language. Comedy was for the stories and poems that were written in everyday language so commoners like us could understand them.”
“Gee, Sir. You know a lot. Will you teach me?”
“This is another area where we may have to learn together.” Roddy let out a small grunt. “I’d barely begun at University before I was tossed out on my ear! But I do love classic literature and did study it quite a bit in my upper classes before I tried my hand at higher education. Oh well. What can you do?”
“Why did they kick you out? Did you get bad marks?”
“I had excellent marks, I’m proud to say. Sadly, the higher ups there didn’t take kindly to a party I was involved in at one of the fraternity houses.”
“You can’t have parties at school?”
“Darling, you know how we have to be ever so careful here at Hampton Road to hide all we do and what goes on?”
“Yes. But…oh. That kind of party.”
Roddy let out a sigh that seemed mournful, but Colin could tell Roddy was exaggerating on purpose. Nothing seemed to truly get him down.
“Yes indeed. Apparently, unrestrained debauchery is frowned upon at their institution.”
Colin tried not to laugh at Roddy’s misfortune, but it was the way he’d said it.
“What’s this? No sympathy for the devil?” Roddy tickled Colin’s ribs. “You mock my depravity?”
Colin howled with laughter as he struggled in Roddy’s embrace, fruitlessly grabbing at his fingers to make him stop. The more he wiggled against Roddy, the more the tickles became caresses, until the tickling ceased altogether. Roddy ground his hard dick into Colin’s ass, still holding him in a tight clinch, manipulating him powerfully.
Exactly how I’d always dreamed it would be.
Roddy’s strength inspired him to let go. To allow Roddy to have him however he wished.
Roddy scraped his teeth over Colin’s skin, along his neck then down to the crook of Colin’s shoulder where he bit down. He shivered from the delicious sensation. Roddy kneaded his flesh, his touches growing rougher. When Roddy palmed his erection through Colin’s trousers, he bit his lip to keep from spending. His balls were tight, his body screaming for release. He whimpered.
“There, there, darling. Let’s get our clothes off first.”
Roddy let go then spun him around so they faced each other again. He worked quickly to unbutton Colin’s shirt and had that and his suspenders off before Colin had barely reached the second button of his pants. Roddy used nimble fingers to help him with the rest. He’d never seen anything like it.
Roddy glanced up from where he kneeled in front of him after tugging the rest of Colin’s clothing and shoes off. “I’m accustomed to hasty trysts, darling. I’ve been forced to learn the art of speedy undressing to avoid detection.” He winked.
It made Colin sad that Roddy had never been allowed to be with a lover the way he wished. Colin resolved that much more to do anything and everything he could to please his Master.
Roddy stood and Colin had to admit to himself that he’d selfishly hoped that Roddy would’ve sucked on him the way he had the night before. Of course, Roddy’s lip was still healing, so maybe that was why he hadn’t.
I should do it to him instead. It’d also help me get better at it.
Roddy herded him to the bed, the anxiousness from his lover palpable.
“On your back, darling, arms above you. I’m going to use my belt to tie your hands to the headboard.”
Colin’s dick picked up a steady pulse, his breathing accelerating as he scrambled onto the covers. He’d had the immediate impulse to ask Roddy if they should remove the bed clothes first, but he’d controlled the urge. He was very proud of himself for not questioning his Sir’s orders.
Once he was in position, his leaking cock lying on his abdomen, he attempted to control his breaths. He knew if he didn’t slow them, he’d only end up making himself dizzy. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
Roddy stared down at him as he slowly removed his own garments. “Holy Mother of God. Look at you.” A slow smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “All mine.” He captured Colin’s gaze. “You’re so sweet and beautiful. Never forget that. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Thank you.”
His balls tightened more and he gritted his teeth. He wasn’t sure how he could stave off his impending orgasm. A nude Roddy climbed on the bed from the bottom, belt curled in one hand as he crawled up to where Colin lay. He leaned on one elbow next to Colin then reached over to tug hard on Colin’s sac, pulling it away from his body.
“Sir!”
The sensation had been harsh, but it’d saved him from coming too soon. Roddy scooted higher until he was up on his knees and securing Colin’s wrists to the bedpost. Instinctively, Colin yanked on the restraint, the hold strong without any give. It excited him the way he’d always fantasized it would.
“Mmm.” Roddy ran his palm possessively up and down Colin’s torso, careful to avoid his twitching shaft. “Love your soft skin, your lean frame.” He rubbed his face on Colin’s belly, inhaling deeply before straightening again. “It’s been a long while since I could admire a man’s form, to drink it in at my leisure.”
He traced just his fingertips along Colin’s flesh, touching first his body, then the sensitive underside of his exposed arms. Colin trembled, gooseflesh rising as heat filled him.
“That’s lovely.” Roddy stroked his stomach then chest. “The way your skin flushes from my attentions.”
Colin cried out, arching his back as Roddy gave one small nipple a sharp pinch.
“More?”
Roddy pulled on the other one, squeezing it hard as he did. Colin moaned, kicking his legs, his heels slipping on the spread. He didn’t know what to do with them and he was grateful that his hands were imprisoned so that they weren’t a worry as well.
“Somebody needs his feet tied up next time.”
Roddy had said it with a smile as he kept tormenting Colin’s tiny bits of flesh.
“Whatever you like, Sir.”
Sweat broke out on his upper lip, his hairline. Roddy offered him soft licks behind his ear that were quickly driving him crazy. He whimpered as he twisted in his binds.
“Tell me what you like, darling. This is for both of us.”
“Oh, I…”
Roddy dragged his tongue along Colin’s throat with a small nibble to his Adam’s apple.
“You what?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know. But everything you’ve done so far is…” He inhaled on a sharp gasp as Roddy worried one nipple with his teeth.
“Is what, darling?”
He audibly exhaled. “Amazing.”
Roddy chuckled before mouthing his other nub, torturing it the way he had the one before. It occurred to Colin that they’d probably be sore for the next day or two, but he didn’t think he’d mind. It would be a constant reminder of Roddy. As long as he didn’t spontaneously come from the rasp of his shirt fabric, he’d be fine.
Sadly, Roddy stopped what he was doing to lean up on one elbow before gazing down at him. “Tell me about your hole, darling. I know you’re a virgin, but do you ever play with it? Maybe even stick your finger or something else in there?”
Sometimes ho
nesty wasn’t the easiest thing, but it was always preferable to lying. He knew that for sure.
“I’ve touched it, Sir.” He swallowed down his embarrassment the best he could.
“You have? That’s wonderful. And you enjoyed it?”
Roddy appeared thrilled, so he decided he shouldn’t worry about what he’d done to himself already.
“I did. It made me very hard and I came with only a few strokes.”
“Well, we’ll be working on controlling how quickly you spend soon enough, but tell me more about what exactly you’ve done with your body.”
“I didn’t put anything inside. I tried to use my finger, but it was so tight and I got scared so I kept clenching up. I spit on my index instead and just rubbed on the outside.”
“Don’t be scared, darling. I won’t go that far with you tonight, but I promise I’ll make it good for you. In the meantime, though, I can give you this.”
Roddy lifted Colin’s legs from behind his knees then shoved them back. He yelped the moment Roddy’s hot, wet tongue flattened against his entrance. Roddy lapped at his hole as Colin squirmed in his bruising grip, Roddy’s thumbs and fingers pressing into his flesh as he fought against Colin’s wriggling.
Colin growled, spending his seed the moment Roddy prodded his hole with just the tip of his tongue. He yanked harshly on the belt as he tried to curl in on himself, the sensation almost too much when Roddy opened up his rim the barest bit. Howling as more spurts of cum pulsed from his dick, he allowed his body to go limp until he fell back on the bed, exhausted.
“Sir…” He couldn’t catch his breath. “I, oh…” He gave up trying to speak.
“I know, darling. You relax a moment while I clean you up.”
Colin closed his eyes as he waited for Roddy to retrieve a cloth. He started when Roddy licked his softening shaft then continued to eat up his remaining cum. He’d seen men swallow each other’s seed before during the shows, but he’d never seen anyone do what Roddy was doing to him. He lifted his head to watch as best as he could. Heat rose in his face at how sexy it looked.
Roddy lifted his eyes and caught Colin staring. “Nice, isn’t it?”
“Oh, Sir. Much more than nice. Thank you for doing that.”
“I enjoyed it as much as you did, I promise.”
Colin couldn’t imagine that was true, but he wouldn’t question his Sir.
“What can I do for you, Sir?” Even though he still believed he was too inexperienced to do a very good job at almost any sex act, he couldn’t imagine he could mess up too much at licking Roddy’s hole.
“Tell me no if you’d like, because we still haven’t made a list of things you don’t want to do, but would you let me straddle your face, fuck your mouth? I promise I won’t go in too far, and I can pull out if you don’t want to swallow.”
He remembered seeing that one time on stage. He’d come in his pants without ever touching himself and had had to leave the audience to go clean up.
“We can do that. I always thought I might like to try it.”
Roddy caressed his cheek. “I keep forgetting how much you already know about what men can do together.” Roddy grinned. “God, I love this club.”
Colin nodded. “I know. Me too.” He frowned as something else came to mind. “What did you mean by a list? Is that like Evan’s contract with Ned?”
“I think it could be, yes. Saul explained it to me. We’ll discuss it tomorrow while we’re out together, if you wish. It’s in case there’s an act you know for sure you don’t want to try, whether it’s sexual or related to sadomasochism. He even said you can tell me maybe about something, then we can talk about it again in the future. Or, you can simply tell me you’ve changed your mind and want to do it after all. It’s very interesting.”
“Does that mean… Could we maybe do a contract like that too? And the collar?”
Roddy drew closer, bringing his voice down to a husky whisper. “No maybes. I have a feeling we’ll be doing everything together.”
With that, Roddy gave him a gentle kiss. He didn’t try to push his tongue past Colin’s lips and he was sure it was because his injury still troubled him. Colin didn’t mind. The last thing he would ever do was be the cause of Roddy hurting.
Roddy broke the kiss then scooted farther up until he’d swung one leg to the other side of Colin’s chest. His knees bumped against Colin’s armpits as he lifted his body to position his hardened length until it prodded Colin’s mouth. Roddy painted a sticky drop of moisture on Colin’s bottom lip and he flicked his tongue out to capture it. Roddy’s dick jerked twice as Colin pressed Roddy’s early spend to his palate, savoring the tang.
“Open up for me, darling.”
Colin obeyed and the bulbous end slipped into his ready mouth. He clamped his lips around the velvety rod, careful to keep his teeth covered in the way Francesco had counseled him. Roddy pushed in a little farther, but stopped before he hit the back of Colin’s throat. Then Roddy wrapped his fist around the base of his own dick, his curled fingers preventing him from fucking Colin’s mouth too deeply.
Once it was clear that Roddy couldn’t choke him even if he became lust-addled, Colin relaxed, let the decadent thrill of the act have him. Roddy picked up a gentle rhythm, his lover’s heavy balls thumping his chin with every slow thrust. Roddy’s cock swelled on his tongue and he sucked harder, anxious to gift Roddy with as much pleasure as he’d received.
“Oh, darling, that’s it!”
Roddy screwed his eyes shut, his face twisted in a grimace as hot cum splashed down Colin’s throat. He grunted through his release, pulsing three more spurts into Colin’s mouth. Colin did a really good job and swallowed it all.
“My heavens.” Roddy supported himself with one hand pressed flat to the wall. “That was spectacular. Let me catch my breath, darling, then I’ll set you free.”
Colin stared up at his lover, wishing that Roddy was still hard enough that he could nuzzle his cock until he was released from the belt. At least Roddy’s proximity allowed him to enjoy his Sir’s heady musk, and for that he was grateful.
“I think I can move now.” Roddy chuckled as he brought his leg back over Colin’s torso then sat back on his haunches to untie the belt. “There you go. Bring your arms back down slowly.”
Roddy guided him, Colin wincing from the strain on his shoulders. Roddy murmured soothing words as he massaged Colin’s muscles, cooed over him while settling them under the covers until they were wrapped around each other.
Colin didn’t know what it meant to be in love with another man, wasn’t sure if he understood how you could be sure you loved someone who you also desired. In the few months he’d been at Hampton Road, he’d seen many men explore the extremes of physical pleasure, only to remain casual friends and nothing more. Nothing about love was spoken of.
Then there were his friends who loved and were loved in return with an intensity that Colin viewed as some sort of mystical, magical state that he could never comprehend. But the stirrings in his heart as Roddy held him with care made him wonder. If what he felt was what Sam, Francesco and Evan meant when they told him how much they loved their Masters, Colin thought he might know all about love very soon.
Chapter Nine
Colin hissed as Ned dropped hot wax onto Evan’s restrained, prone body. His limbs extended up and outward where they were secured by ropes at the corners of the table. Red wax pooled in Evan’s navel and he moaned, thrashing his head side to side. His slender, rosy-tipped shaft remained hard, bouncing against his abdomen with each jerk whenever a fiery drop fell from the lighted candle onto his naked skin.
Roddy held Colin securely in his lap, occasionally grinding into the crack of his ass as they viewed the show. It was the first time since Colin had agreed to be Roddy’s submissive that they’d attended the club together as regular members. As such, Roddy had insisted that he wear only the new training collar they’d purchased the day before while out house-hunting and the leather sheath encasing
his hard cock. It was anchored to the leather ties which held his balls in a snug grip, leaving them obscenely swollen.
Attached to the collar was a leash which Roddy kept wrapped around his hand, the leather circling his fingers several times so that no lag was present. He’d occasionally tug on it, bringing their mouths together so Roddy could explore him with his tongue. Colin was grateful that Roddy’s lip had healed well enough that they could kiss more freely.
Evan let out a sharp cry, bringing Colin’s attention back to the show. He immediately saw the reason for Evan’s outburst. A large patch of wax completely covered one nipple, then a splash of heat landed on the other one. Evan undulated within his bonds, but he was held fast. Ned stroked his forehead a few times then brought the burning candle lower, a trail of drops creating a path that led to Evan’s erect cock.
Colin winced. He knew what came next. The idea of the wax seemed interesting, and Evan hadn’t called mercy throughout the whole demonstration, but this… Colin was sure if it was him up there, he’d call mercy.
Right as Evan howled in response to the quarter-sized glob that landed on the tip of his rigid length, Roddy reached around Colin’s waist, grasping his shaft, stroking it through the leather covering. The pleasure was so intense, he almost leaped from Roddy’s lap. He was jerked back by the leash, his escape thwarted.
“Where are you going, darling?” Roddy whispered, nibbling on his ear, still playing with him languorously. “Look. Now Ned is targeting his balls. Should I do that to you?”
“I-I don’t know.” Colin couldn’t turn away as Evan howled with each drop of the searing wax that fell on his sac.
“That wasn’t a no. I’ll keep that in mind as we work on our list.” Roddy’s low chuckle in his ear made him shiver.
Ned put the candle in a holder then bent to whisper something to Evan. He petted his head some more then straightened. Starting at the top of Evan’s body, on his shoulder where he’d originally begun placing the wax, Ned peeled a large chunk away. Evan’s head thrashed more, his body tensing when a particularly difficult piece refused to let go of his skin or when body hairs were yanked out at the same time. By the time Ned reached Evan’s balls, tears streamed down the side of his face—yet he’d never called for mercy nor lost his erection.
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