In Arrears

by Morgan Hawke

  A low rumbling growl came from Fox. “The fault is yours, Jaeger. I told you this at the beginning.”

  Roth clenched his jaw. “Just gimme my damned cigarette.”

  With Fox’s silent assistance, Roth finished his cigarette, then was settled back on the futon to sleep. He honestly didn’t think he’d be able to sleep at all, considering what was going to happen the next day, but surprisingly, he crashed almost immediately.

  A nightmare of mist and shadows that echoed with evil laughter jarred him awake sweating and chilled. He opened his eyes to nothing. He was still blindfolded. He panted, his heart pounding, unsure if he was still trapped in his nightmare.

  A warm body at his side shifted, and Fox spoke softly. “Nightmare, Jaeger?”

  Roth was pitifully grateful to find him there against his side. “Yeah.”

  Fox rolled toward him and threw an arm over his waist. “You are not alone.”

  Somehow, it was enough to ease him back into sleep.

  ~ * ~

  Five

  Roth’s day began with a rough shake of his shoulder and the scent of food. He sat up groggily.

  One set of feminine hands pushed him into an upright kneeling position, while another set began sliding a robe onto his shoulders. It was tied at the waist.

  Fox settle before him. “Open your mouth and eat.” Roth’s breakfast consisted of rice and sliced fruit served at the end of chopsticks. He was given water to drink.

  Roth’s bladder began to protest. “I need to...”

  Fox chuckled. “Relieve yourself?”

  Roth nodded, his face heating.

  “Understood.” Fox scooped Roth up into his arms like a child and carried him...somewhere, not too far away. His robes were raised and he was set down on the basin of a very modern pull-chain flush toilet.

  Roth...did what he needed to do.

  He was pushed forward and cleaned.

  Roth’s face burned with humiliation.

  Fox lifted Roth back into his arms. “And now for your bath.”

  Roth blinked behind his blindfold. A bath actually sounded great, except... “Do you have to do that...other cleaning too?” Was he going to get another enema?

  “Of course.” Fox sounded disgustingly cheerful.

  Roth curled his lip, folded his arms, and tucked his chin. “Wonderful.”

  Fox chuckled. “But you will also get a full-body massage this time.”

  Roth couldn’t stop from asking. “Before or after?” His tone was surly, and he didn’t give a damn.

  Fox snorted. “After you are completely clean.”

  Roth huffed out a sigh. “Terrific.”

  Roth’s bath pretty much went the same as before; a thorough scrubbing followed by a soak, then carefully applied humiliation.

  While he was still trembling in shame, Fox laid Roth out on his belly. He straddled Roth’s hips and poured warmed sandalwood oil down Roth’s spine. His strong hands followed, kneading and rubbing Roth’s muscles from his shoulders to his ass and down each leg with incredible skill.

  Roth huffed out silent moans of sheer animal pleasure. Was there anything Fox couldn’t do?

  Fox rolled Roth onto his back and continued. “Are you enjoying your massage?”

  Roth sighed deeply. “God, yes.”

  “Good.” Fox’s hands massaged Roth’s shoulders and arms, then proceeded to his chest. His palms slid across Roth’s nipples.

  A tingle of carnal pleasure awakened in Roth’s nipples, and they hardened.

  Fox continued down Roth’s belly to his hips. His strong fingers dug deep into the crevice of his hip, right under the edge of his Apollo’s belt line.

  Carnal heat spiraled into Roth’s dick, bringing it to semi erection. He hissed in a breath.

  Fox grasped Roth’s cock in his oily hands and stoked slowly upward.

  Roth arched up from the floor gasping. Was Fox going to jack him off?

  Fox chuckled. “One final bit of preparation.”

  Roth stiffed. “What?”

  Fox slid something cold and hard down and around Roth’s cock. His strong fingers pushed it all the way down to the very base of Roth’s balls. It felt like a metal ring.

  Roth jerked up onto his elbows. “You’re putting a cock ring on me?”

  Fox patted his thigh. “It is to keep you hard during your appointments.”

  Roth stiffened. “Are you saying that I’m not allowed to cum?”

  Fox snorted. “You may cum at your patron’s discretion.”

  Roth ground his teeth. “Bastard...”

  Fox lifted Roth into a sitting position. “Up on your knees and spread your arms. I need to dress you for your first appointment.”

  Roth got up on his knees and spread his arms as requested. He didn’t bother resisting. Fox was more than capable of dressing him with or without his approval.

  Fox wrapped Roth in robes that felt as sheer as those he’d worn before. He also tied the cloth band around his throat, depriving him of even the whisper of a voice.

  Roth’s cock swelled to throbbing tightness inside its ring.

  Fox carried Roth somewhere, and set him down on a futon mattress. There was a jingle of metal, then chill steel closed around his right ankle.

  Roth turned his head away and scowled. Fox was chaining him to the floor again.

  Fox bustled around him, tugging at his robes. He spread them around Roth’s knees and stepped back. A soft rustle let Roth know that Fox was seated behind him in the back left-hand corner of the room.

  Roth lifted his chin to scent the air. Was the patron already there? He didn’t smell anything. He couldn’t tell.

  The scrape of wood against wood, then a clack announced the opening of a sliding door.

  Roth lifted his head toward the sound and sniffed deeply. He smelled water, soap, a touch of masculine musk and a lot of expensive whisky. He smiled slightly. The patron was drunk.

  Fabric rustled and heavy footsteps approached then stopped. “Tie his hands.” The patron’s voice was male and gruff. “On his back, above his head to the floor.”

  Roth stiffened. Do...what?

  Fox rustled behind him. “As you wish.”

  Roth couldn’t protest; he didn’t have a voice. He couldn’t leave; his foot was chained to the floor. He couldn’t stop Fox from taking him by the wrists and binding them together before him with a thick silky cord; his fingers wouldn’t grip the cord to tug it free. Nor could he stop Fox from pushing him onto his back and pulling his arms up over his head any more than he could stop him from knotting that cord to a ring that was apparently bolted into the floor.

  The patron knelt at his side and ran his hot sweaty palms all over Roth’s chest and belly. “I’ve never seen muscles like this. He looks as though he’s made of wire.”

  Fox spoke from the far right corner of the room. “Such is caused by years of near constant combat.”

  The patron snorted. “I’ve seen boxers and wrestlers bulkier than this.”

  Fox snorted also. “Professional fighters would stand no chance against one such as he.”

  Roth’s mouth twisted. Got that right. He’d taken on fully armored men that would make a professional fighter wet his skivvies.

  The patron slid a hand down between Roth’s thighs to brush a finger along Roth’s rigid and bound cock. “He’s wearing a cock ring?”

  Fox’s voice softened. “You may release him, at your discretion.”

  “No, no, I like it.” The patron slid his hand under Roth’s knee and pushed his leg up. A thick, dry finger circled his anus, then pushed for entry.

  The ache was sharp and biting. Roth bit down on his lip and pushed out to stop the pain.

  The digit slid in smoothly, helped by the thick oil that had been used to clean him. The patron sighed. “He’s already prepped, I see.” He shoved his finger deeper and wriggled his finger, brushing lightly against that hot spot inside him. “God, he’s tight.”

  Roth stiffened, his mind
going briefly white with pleasure and frustration.

  “He has been taken only the once.”

  The patron pulled his finger free and huffed out a chuckle. “So he’s practically a virgin.” He palmed Roth’s balls.

  “Very much so.”

  Roth clenched his jaw and turned his face away, away from the patron and away from Fox’s corner. He sucked in a breath to force his body still, to keep from trembling. Being touched by someone he didn’t know, by someone he didn’t even like, should have felt disgusting. It should have, but it didn’t.

  Every touch was a physical reminder of the sensations that had spilled through him when Fox had fucked him. A reminder of an orgasm like nothing he’d ever felt before. An orgasm his body wanted to have again.

  It was the damned cock ring. Every touch, no matter how rude was adding to the overwhelming frustration generated by the cock ring forcing him to erection. Fucking torture device... It had to be the cock ring because this man, this patron was nothing like Fox. Yet, his body was not only reacting, he was on the verge of begging.

  The patron’s breathing sped up to near panting. “And I can do anything I like with him?”

  “Short of blood-letting, yes.” Fox’s voice was mildly pleasant, accommodating.

  Roth scowled. Asshole...

  Fox cleared his throat. “Considering his extensive training and years of battlefield combat, we cannot guarantee your safety should his instincts to protect himself get the better of him.”

  “Oh, I see.” The patron suddenly straddled Roth’s chest. His butt was wide, and the thighs straddling him soft. “What about a blowjob?”

  “That’s perfectly fine.”

  Roth rolled his eyes behind his blindfold. Why am I not surprised?

  The patron leaned forward and cupped one hand behind Roth’s head, lifting it. Something soft poked against Roth’s lips. “Open your mouth and suck me. Get me nice and hard.”

  Roth opened his mouth and took in the guy’s semi-hardened dick. Experimentally, he stroked it with his tongue. It tasted of clean water, soap, and salty musk with a bitter undertaste. It wasn’t completely unpleasant, but it definitely wasn’t Fox.

  “Oh yeah...” The patron groaned and hunched over his head, setting one hand on the floor, the other pushing the back of Roth’s head, jamming his cock all the way into Roth’s mouth to the balls. “Take it all and suck me, pretty boy.”

  Pretty boy? Roth seriously considered biting the guy’s dick off, but decided he didn’t want to deal with the bloody mess. It wasn’t that big a deal anyway, the guy wasn’t particularly impressive in size. His dick barely made it to the back of his throat. Might as well get this over with. He sucked, using his tongue to apply pressure.

  The patron’s cock swelled to full erection almost immediately. The guy groaned and began to eagerly hump Roth’s face, his cock sliding in and out of Roth’s mouth in short, quick rabbit-fucks.

  All Roth had to do was hold his suction. Pathetic. He almost felt bad for the guy. Salty bitter musk bloomed on his tongue.

  The patron hissed and abruptly pulled from Roth’s mouth. “Don’t want to go too quick.” He rose from Roth’s chest. “Your boy is a little too good with his mouth.”

  Fox purred from his corner. “Yes, he is.”

  Roth’s felt heat fill his face.

  The patron closed his hand around Roth’s cock. He stroked it from base to crown. “What a big boy he is.”

  Carnal pleasure pulsed from Roth’s balls all the way up his spine. He gasped and arched upward, desperately seeking more. A dribble of cum slid from his cock and trailed downward.

  The patron sighed. “All those straining muscles...so beautiful.” He chuckled. “Oh, his cock is weeping. He must want it badly.” There was a rustle of fabric. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t keep the poor boy waiting.”

  Fox murmured close by. “For your pleasure, sir.”

  “Oh, yeah, thanks.”

  The slight sound of wet skin slapping wet skin carried to Roth’s ear. He’s greasing his cock. He should have felt disgusted. He was being used like any other common whore, as an object for someone else’s pleasure. That didn’t stop his entire body from trembling with anticipation.

  The patron grasped Roth under the right knee, lifted his leg, and pushed it high, almost to his chest, forcing Roth onto his side. He straddled the leg still on the floor. Something hard, thick, and slippery pressed against Roth’s anus.

  Roth pushed to open himself.

  The patron shoved hard with a grunt, thrusting himself all the way into Roth’s body.

  Roth sighed out a soundless groan. Finally...

  The patron rolled his hips. His cock slid against Roth’s sweet spot.

  A jolt of electrical pleasure made Roth shudder, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He rolled his hips to get more.

  The patron sucked in a breath. “Oh, he’s an eager little slut.” He set Roth’s leg over his shoulder and gripped it tight. “Just the way I like them.” He pulled back and slammed back in then again, and again, grunting with each thrust.

  Roth bit his lip in frustration. The bastard was missing the spot. He arched his back to angle the guy’s cock where he needed it. Pleasure seared him. Yes! He tightened his leg over the patron’s shoulder, his heel pressing into the patron’s back to hold him there.

  The patron shuddered, his fingers digging into Roth’s thigh, and pounded into him faster. “Oh, fuck... Oh fuck...!”

  Roth gasped with each hit on his sweet spot. It wasn’t quite as hard as he’d like, but... Tension rose slowly, agonizingly slowly. He teetered on the edge... His balls pulsed to release, his cock quivered. A tiny dribble of cum slid free. Climax retreated, washing back into his balls. Roth gasped in frustration. He couldn’t cum. The fucking ring had stopped him halfway through.

  The patron released a hoarse shout and buried himself as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed and hot thick wetness spurted into Roth’s ass. “Oh, fuck...yes!” The patron groaned and rocked his hips, rolling his softening cock inside Roth’s body. “Mmm... That was a sweet fuck, a very sweet fuck.” He pulled free of Roth’s body, trailing wetness. “Definitely worth every penny I paid for him.” He pushed Roth’s leg over, rolling him onto his belly.

  Desperate for any kind of friction to relieve himself, Roth spread his knees and pressed his burning cock against the mattress, seriously considering humping it.

  Fingers pried Roth’s ass cheeks apart. “Heh... I opened him up nice and wide. Look at all the cum coming out of him.” He chuckled. “I dumped quite a load in there.” He pressed a finger into the wetness and smeared it down his balls.

  Roth writhed. His balls twitched with desperate eagerness. Goddamn it, quit teasing me!

  The patron rose to his feet and fabric rustled. “Time for another bath, then back to the party for me.” His feet left the mattress to thud on the wooden floor.

  Roth jerked his hands in their bindings. The bastard was just going to leave him like this?

  Fox spoke from his corner. “I’m glad he pleased you.”

  “Oh yeah, it was definitely a good fuck.” The sound of wood sliding against wood announced the opening of the door. “I’ll let the next guy know it’s his turn.”

  Roth stiffened. The next guy?

  Fox spoke from his corner. “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Fabric whispered close by and the mattress moved under someone’s feet. Fox spoke again from directly over Roth’s head. “I’m sure the hostess will inform the next guest, but by all means, let the others know that you enjoyed yourself.”

  “Oh, I will! I definitely will!” The door clacked closed.

  The sound of a rag being rinsed and wrung out over a bowl of water was very close. A warm, wet, and soap-scented cloth stroked down Roth’s back and ass. “You did well.”

  Roth turned his head away. I’m thrilled someone’s happy.

  “In five minutes, your next patron will come.” Fox slid the rag between Rot
h’s ass-cheeks, cleaning and soothing his abused nether region. “You only need to submit, just as you did this time, nothing more.” He grabbed Roth’s leg and flipped him over onto his back.

  Roth’s cock arrowed straight from his body. He winced. His cock was one big throbbing ache.

  Fox cupped his chin and turned his face upward. He stroked the cloth across his cheeks and down his sweaty neck. “Remember to focus on the moment, and the time will pass quickly.” He swept the cloth down Roth’s thighs. “Do not worry about this.” A hand closed around Roth’s cock.

  Roth gasped and surged upward in sheer reaction.

  “I will provide all the relief you need when your appointments are over.” Fox released him and rose from Roth’s side. “Remember, the better you please your patrons, the faster your servitude will end.”

  Roth could care less about pleasing anyone. He could barely think past the ache in his dick. Gotta get control of this... He sucked in deep slow breaths, forcing his heart rate to slow down. It worked to some degree, but his cock didn’t feel any better. The blood-flow was constricted just a little too well.

  ~ * ~

  Six

  The door clacked open and the thud of bare feet announced that someone had entered the room. “Oh my, isn’t he a prime cut?” The voice was masculine but soft, almost delicate. “And gift-wrapped. How very sweet!” His footsteps approached quickly then fabric rustled at Roth’s side and the mattress tilted with additional weight right next to him. “Such incredible muscles...” Smooth soft hands swept out across Roth’s chest and belly.

  Roth automatically writhed under the gentle caress, tugging at the silken cords that bound his wrists to the ring bolted to the floor.

  “Oh...” The patron sighed in obvious pleasure. “My...companion told me that he was eager, but I had no idea.” He scraped short, blunt nails down Roth’s belly. “And I may do anything I like with him?”

  Roth writhed under the sensation, yet he couldn’t help but note that the last patron had asked the same thing.

  “Short of blood-letting, yes.” Fox’s mildly pleasant voice came from his corner. “Considering his extensive training and years of battlefield combat, we cannot guarantee your safety should his instincts to protect himself get the better of him.”