After attaching a double-ended snap clip to hold Scott’s wrists together in front of him, Keith grabbed his room card and a credit card and tucked them into the pocket of his shorts. Then he grabbed Scott’s leash and tugged.
“Let’s go.”
Scott barely hesitated at the door, which Keith had anticipated. As they walked out, the force of the music and noise of the attendees filling the courtyard slammed into them.
Keith pulled the room door shut behind them and tested it. “Stay with me,” he told Scott. “And pay attention to me.”
He led him downstairs to the courtyard, where Keith scanned the area for anyone he knew. Marvin was holding court with a few other people in some chairs at one end of the pool.
Might as well.
He led Scott over to the group and snapped his fingers, pointing at his feet.
Scott immediately dropped into the correct position.
Marvin, who was smoking a cigar and had his boot-clad feet propped up on a twink’s ass, sat up, his eyes widening. “Is that your fresh meat from before?”
Keith glanced down at Scott. “Yep. Thanks for not poaching him out from under me.”
“Dammit. He’s got a fine ass.” Marvin grinned. “Feel up to sharing?”
“Sorry, you know I’m greedy. I don’t share my toys.”
“Yeah, I know, but it never hurts to ask.” He slapped the guy’s ass he’d been propping his boots on, because the guy had sat up. “Who said you could get up?”
The twink immediately dropped back onto all fours as Marvin returned his boots to his back. “Hope this works out for you. I know you’ve been looking for a while.”
“We’ll see.”
Marvin was a player. He and his long-time boyfriend, Kendell, who had lived together for nearly twenty years, had an arrangement. Marvin got to get his leather freak on, as long as he didn’t bring anyone or anything home with him that couldn’t be washed off with soap and water, and his boyfriend was a stay-at-home slave.
Marvin, a successful personal injury attorney, could afford to keep Kendell at home, baking and taking care of their place. He was Marvin’s respectable other half, the one Marvin could dress in fine suits and take with him to Chamber of Commerce functions and not get weird looks.
Kendell didn’t enjoy going out to clubs or the party scene. Kendell had a weekend houseboy of his own who’d come over while Marvin was out partying.
Everyone was happy. Hey, if it worked for them, Keith wouldn’t knock it. It just wasn’t his style. He didn’t like anonymous sex, he didn’t like partying, and he didn’t like not being able to remember the names of all the guys he’d fucked. Nothing against guys who did, it just wasn’t what he wanted.
He didn’t know exactly what it was about Scott that had already burrowed under his skin like a tick. The vulnerability in his eyes, the trust. Yes, Keith wasn’t stupid. He could be setting himself up for disappointment. The guy might give him a fake phone number and then Keith would never see him again.
But somehow, he didn’t think so. Maybe it was naive, but he wanted to trust Scott, the way Scott was trusting him.
He stood there talking to Marvin and some others for nearly half an hour. The entire time, Scott remained perfectly still and in position. After scanning the courtyard, Keith located another cluster of friends on the other side. He tugged Scott’s leash and the man jumped up, following him without any delay.
Keith shot a pleased smile over his shoulder. “Good boy.”
This time, Keith was able to settle into a vacated chair while talking to his friends. He put Scott on his hands and knees and, taking a page from Marvin’s playbook, used Scott as a footrest while talking.
He knew from the bulge in the front of Scott’s leather jock that he was hard, horny, and probably leaving a hell of a wet spot on the inside of that jock.
That was fine, because the outline of his own hard cock was clearly visible along the front of the leather shorts he wore.
After another half hour or so, Keith got up and led Scott off to one side of the courtyard, where he pulled him in close with the leash.
“How’s my boy doing?” Keith asked.
That sweet, subbie glaze still lingered in Scott’s blue eyes. “Good, Sir.”
“Excellent. Next time we settle somewhere and I put you down on the ground, you lick my boots, both of them, for as long as we’re there. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Soles, too?”
Keith grinned. “I admire your enthusiasm, but no. I don’t want you puking your guts up because you pick up something.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His gaze narrowed. “Had I told you to, you would have, wouldn’t you?”
Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t have liked it, but I would have done it.”
He pulled Scott in for another deep kiss, reaching down and squeezing the front of the jock.
Sure enough, Scott’s cock was hard.
“Good boy,” Keith told him. “Like I said, I don’t like to break my toys. Marvin would have you licking the damn concrete just to make him laugh before he used you as a toilet, but I’m not into that. Just remember, you can always tell me red or yellow, and we’ll talk. I don’t want a doormat who grows to resent me.”
“Yes, Sir. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Keith felt like he stood on the edge of an abyss, one foot hanging out over the darkness and his weight dangerously shifting forward. “You’re not going to disappoint me if you communicate like an adult.”
* * * *
Scott struggled not to hump his hips against Keith’s hand. Relief filled him at confirmation that Keith had limits and wanted him to safeword if they drew too close to Scott’s.
He suspected someone like Marvin was more interested in the party than a partner. Guys like Marvin could always find someone else to party with, who wanted to ride that edge.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, you thank me now.” He turned Scott and pointed at a large tent that had been set up at one end of the courtyard, in the grass, a tent that stretched across almost the entire courtyard and had sides so you couldn’t see inside.
“See that? That’s the dungeon for the weekend. Pretty much anything goes in there. Tomorrow night, your ass is going to be in a sling—literally—while I fuck your brains out in front of everyone and show them what a good boy you are for me. Understand?”
Scott’s cock throbbed. “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t even going to question the legalities of that, how they could get away with something like that when a club like Venture had rules against outright sex.
Keith pressed against Scott’s back, the man’s hard cock pressing through the leather shorts and against Scott’s freshly beaten and sore ass. He grabbed Scott’s hips and started grinding against him. “Going to pop your public cherry, while I’m giving you a hand job. You’ll come for me like a good boy, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Keith chuckled and bit down on the top of Scott’s right shoulder. Scott briefly thought about Noel and hoped she didn’t spot the marks before he shoved those thoughts away.
She’d assured him he could come here and play, have sex, whatever he wanted, as long as he was safe.
If Keith had wanted to try to pull something, he wouldn’t have wrapped his cock for a blowjob, for chrissake.
Trust had to start somewhere. So far, Keith hadn’t done anything to violate Scott’s trust. He’d keep his eyes open and not ignore anything, but he also wouldn’t start assuming Keith was anything but what he said he was.
If he was proved wrong, and Keith violated his trust…well, he’d deal with that if and when it happened.
* * * *
Behind the anonymity of the hood, Scott realized he could relax and just be, following Keith’s orders and not worrying if anyone recognized him.
No one could recognize him. He was just one of hundreds of guys in the darkened courtyard with only the lights from the pool, the bouncing d
isco lights, and lights from the walkways and from the windows of the poolside rooms around the courtyard providing any light. He saw some of the men, obviously Tops from their demeanor, turning to look at him following Keith.
The fact that Keith was proudly leading him around, casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, turned Scott on even more.
It was hard not to contrast the difference between that and Noel timidly walking around Venture or a private party with him following her. He hadn’t brought any of that gear with him this weekend, not wanting her to see it missing if she went into the closet. Just the butt plugs, which were usually in one of his dresser drawers anyway.
It was enough that she was letting him go this weekend. He didn’t want to rub it in her face. Didn’t want her to think this was about any lacking on her part, because it wasn’t.
But the fact that a guy was now leading him around, willingly, almost eager to talk to his friends with Scott literally at his feet, was a massive turn-on.
He couldn’t lie about that.
His aching cock wouldn’t have allowed him to lie about it, anyway.
The next time they stopped, near the bar they’d sat and talked at earlier, Keith snapped his fingers and pointed. Scott dropped to his knees and closed his eyes as he started licking Keith’s boots.
Keith reached down and rubbed the back of the hood. “Such a good boy. Yes you are.”
He wondered if Keith could feel the way he was moaning through the leather of his boots even as he licked them.
* * * *
It was hard for Keith to concentrate on the conversation when he could feel Scott moaning as he licked his boots.
Damn.
He’d met do-me subs before, and Scott was anything but one of those, so far. He’d followed orders without whining or trying to top from the bottom, and it was reeeeally making it hard for Keith to focus on anything but the man at his feet.
The man with the really hot, technically virgin ass.
In fact, his own cock throbbed as he thought about looking into Scott’s eyes the first time he slid his cock up the man’s ass, with Scott on his back and under him.
Fuck.
He’d really wanted to hang around, but it’d been nearly a year since he’d had anything more than a blowjob, and right now the siren song of Scott’s ass was calling to him in a really hot and loud way.
He waited for an appropriate break in the conversation before tugging on the leash. Scott climbed to his feet as Keith said good-bye and headed toward the stairs closest to his room.
When they emerged from the stairwell, they passed the redheaded guy again. This time, he wore a pair of tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a collar and leather cuffs, as he followed an older bear down the corridor.
Scott barely hesitated, just taking up the slack in the leash before apparently remembering he was hooded and unrecognizable.
Keith stopped and turned to him, smiling. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Just trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Grabbing the leash up close to the collar, Keith led him toward the room.
Chapter Six
Keith liked that Scott awaited his orders once the door was closed behind them. Keith sat on the end of the bed and held up his right foot.
“Get them off me.”
Scott dropped to his knees and started unlacing them. Once he was back to his bare feet, Keith tugged on the leash, pulling Scott’s head into his lap, between his legs. This was one of the things he loved, the physicality, the closeness, the intimacy. Not just the sex, which was great, duh, but the power exchange.
He pressed Scott’s face against the front of his shorts, where his cock strained against the leather. “Run your lips over it, boy.”
Scott did, doing the best he could through the hood’s mouth opening and through the leather of Keith’s shorts. Keith couldn’t wait until they could have sex without condoms.
He’d love to spend an afternoon with Scott on his knees, hands cuffed behind him, a vibrating butt plug in his ass, and his cock in Scott’s mouth.
Holding Scott’s head, he tried to rein in his heart. This was soon, too damn soon to be thinking about anything beyond this weekend. He might wake up to find the guy gone, that he had flaked out.
Or in the light of day he could be a giant douchenozzle.
He hoped not. He’d met plenty of douchenozzles in his time, and Scott had a quiet way about him that bespoke a natural submissiveness, a servitude that most people probably never saw, never suspected.
After a few minutes of that, he unclipped the leash, and Scott’s wrists, then patted the top of his head. “Strip down. Let’s grab a quick shower before we get to the fun.”
Under the warm spray, he grabbed Scott and pulled him into his arms. He was a perfect couple of inches shorter than him, a decent body to go with the nice ass, and eager.
He handed him the soap and washcloth and turned. “Scrub me down good, boy. Top to bottom.”
Keith closed his eyes as Scott’s hands roamed his flesh, tentative at first, then growing more confident.
Yes, this was a man he could easily come to love, he suspected.
He turned so Scott could wash his front, his gaze locking on the man’s blue eyes, waiting for him to look up into his eyes.
When Scott did, it felt like electricity shooting through Keith. If his cock hadn’t already been hard, it would have jolted him to life.
Keith grabbed him, kissing him hard, grabbing Scott’s cock and slowly stroking, enjoying the way Scott moaned into his mouth.
“Gonna fuck you real good, boy,” Keith whispered into his mouth. “Gonna show you what you’ve been missing, what you’ve been needing. Not just that, but everything. Gonna show you what it feels like to be owned, train you how to be my good boy. You like the sound of that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached farther down, cupping Scott’s balls in his hand, gently squeezing, working a finger up past his taint and making him moan again as he pressed on the base of the butt plug still embedded there.
“Yeah, I’ve got your number now, don’t I? Don’t worry. Sir’s gonna make everything better real soon.”
Keith suspected the man was close to exploding anyway, and wanted their first time in bed to last longer than thirty seconds. He slowly slicked Scott’s juices up and down his cock, fisting it as he hooked his left hand around the back of Scott’s neck and pressed Scott’s face against his left shoulder. Keith nipped him just below the left ear.
“You can come for me, boy,” he whispered, stroking him hard and fast and loving the sound Scott made when his cock exploded all over his hand.
He chuckled, even enjoying the feel of Scott’s breath against his shoulder. “See? Told you I’d make it better. Now get on your knees and suck my hand clean.”
He stepped back enough so Scott could, the subbie glaze firmly back in his eyes as he grabbed Keith’s hand and eagerly licked and sucked his cum off his palm and fingers.
The action of the man’s lips on his fingers made his cock ache even more. If he hadn’t blown a load earlier, he’d likely be blowing one now all over the guy’s face.
He was a natural, fantastic.
His wife’s a lucky woman.
Dammit.
That was a buzzkill of a thought if there ever was one. He hoped that minefield would prove harmless and didn’t want to think about it now. Either things would or wouldn’t work out the way he wanted them to. Worrying about them was a waste of time and energy.
Once Scott had licked his hand clean, Keith tugged on his hair. “Let’s finish. Get that butt plug out and wash up.” He smacked Scott’s ass as he stepped out. “Three minutes and no longer, your ass better be on that bed.”
It took Scott maybe a minute, if that. On Scott’s way to the bed, he streaked past Keith, who was digging through his bag.
“On your back, across it, head off the ed
ge,” Keith said, grabbing a handful of the things he’d need and bringing them over to the bed.
Scott complied, staring up at him.
Keith smiled down at him. He grabbed his cock and held it up out of the way as he straddled Scott’s face. “You can’t suck my cock bareback tonight, but you can lick my balls. Do a good job.”
Scott held onto Keith’s thighs as he started tonguing his balls and his taint, even rimming him without being told. Keith reached up with one hand and played with Scott’s nipples. “Yeah,” he hoarsely said. “Just like that. I can’t wait until I get those nipples pierced. I will have a load of fun with you then.”
Below him, Scott moaned in reply.
Keith could only tolerate about five minutes of that before he was afraid he’d blow his load over Scott’s chest. He was good for at least two in a day, but he wasn’t sure after the work week he’d had if he could get it up a third time that fast. Hell, he was almost forty.
He walked around the other side of the bed, grabbed Scott’s legs, and pulled him across so his head was on the bed. “Grab your legs and show me that beautiful ass.”
Scott stared up at him, trust and more than a little lust in his blue eyes. He reached down and caught his legs behind the knees, pulling them up.
Keith grabbed a towel and shoved it under Scott before ripping open a condom pouch and rolling it on. He grabbed a tube of lube and slicked himself before drizzling it down Scott’s ass.
“You keep your eyes open when I’m fucking you,” Keith said, barely able to speak now. “Don’t you close your eyes, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He grabbed another condom and rolled it onto Scott’s stiffening shaft. It was one thing to give a hand job in the shower, but if he was going to be balls-deep in the guy, he wanted a condom on him for now.
He slowly slicked lube up and down Scott’s cock as well, making sure he was nice and hard before he put the lube aside. Then he lined up the head of his cock with Scott’s rim, watching the man’s face.
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