by Morgan Hawke
Roth frowned. The same reply. Was it some kind of standard answer?
The patron’s hand left him. “And this is why you’re here, because he’s...dangerous?”
“I will turn my back if you wish.”
“No, I don’t mind being watched.” The patron suddenly straddled Roth’s chest. His thighs were far more slender and his weight slighter than the last one. “In fact, I find it kind of exciting.”
Roth bit down on his bottom lip. Another blowjob?
“Can I...ride him?”
Roth suddenly realized that the patron was facing the other way, toward his cock.
“You may use him however you like.”
“Then don’t mind if I do.” The patron’s hand closed around Roth’s cock.
Roth dug his heel into the mattress and bucked upward, a soft desperate gasp leaving his lips.
“So hard...” The hand slid downward and the fingers brushed the metal binding Roth. “A cock ring...”
Fox’s voice softened. “You may release him, at your discretion.”
“Hmm... I think I like the idea of a man that can’t cum unless I want him to.”
“As you please.”
“Excellent.” The patron scooted back until he knelt over Roth’s face. “Lick me, handsome. Make me nice and wet.”
Roth blinked behind his blindfold. The guy was facing the wrong way if he wanted a blowjob. He stuck out his tongue anyway and encountered the guy’s somewhat hairy balls. He stroked it with his tongue and tasted clean skin. He smelled slightly of soap. This one had bathed too.
The patron sighed. “Very nice, but I want your tongue on my asshole.” He slid back a little further. “Give me a rim-job, and make it really wet.”
Oh, that. Roth licked his lips. He’d done such to women before. It couldn’t be that much different. He stretched out his tongue. After a couple of experimental licks, he found the puckered target. He lapped all the way around, using a very wet tongue, and wriggled the tip at the opening. It wasn’t much different from doing it to a female, though it was missing the tang of pussy juice that normally dripped into to that area. In fact, this patron’s was cleaner than many women he’d encountered before.
The patron groaned and squirmed on Roth’s face. “Oh fuck... He’s good at this.” He rose from Roth’s chest. “Okay, that’s enough of that.”
Fox spoke from his corner. “I have oil, should you care for it.”
“Oh, yes! Thank you!” The patron stepped away, then returned. Fabric rustled. A wet, slippery hand closed tight around Roth’s cock.
He gasped and bucked up hard into it.
“So enthusiastic...” He slathered his oil-slicked hand all the way down Roth’s cock, then up and over the crown. “Oh he’s going to be a nice ride, I can tell.”
“Just be aware that he’s very strong.”
The patron withdrew his hand. “I’m counting on it.” He straddled Roth’s hips, knelt, and set one palm on Roth’s chest. His other hand closed around Roth’s cock. “Now take it easy at first. Let me get on you then you can fuck me as hard as you like.”
Roth stiffened. I’m fucking him?
Holding Roth’s cock in place, the patron lowered himself down to press against the tip of his cock. The man’s body opened and practically sucked him within.
Roth gasped; heat, and slick tightness. He pushed upward slowly, seeking more.
The patron pressed downward, his butt coming in contact with Roth’s hips, and groaned. “Good... So good...!” Pressing both palms on Roth’s chest, he set his knees down on the mattress on either side of Roth’s hips. He leaned back, setting one palm then the other, on Roth’s thighs, and seating himself fully. “Yes...”
Roth rolled his hips in reply. Friction... Delicious slick, hot, friction, exactly where he needed it. He sighed out a voiceless groan of pleasure.
The patron levered himself up, withdrawing partway from Roth’s cock, then sat back down, sliding his cock back in.
Roth obligingly thrust upward to meet him.
The patron choked. “Oh yes, exactly right. More!” He rose back up and came down a little harder, then again and again, until he was riding Roth’s cock fast. His moans of enjoyment gained in volume.
Roth pumped up to meet him. Unable to see anything, it was easy to imagine that a woman was seated atop him riding out her enjoyment. He had many memories to choose from, yet, he found himself wondering how Fox would look when riding him. Would he throw his head back and toss all that long black hair? Would his muscles gleam with sweat? Would his mouth strain open to moan out his pleasure?
Climax surged, tightening in his balls. He thrust hard and fast, fighting the ring that bound him. Almost there...! He panted for breath while thrusting in desperation. Climax peaked, his balls tightened... His body surged upward and held, taut as steel wire.
The patron shuddered violently. “Oh shit... Oh fuck!” He ground down hard on Roth’s rigid cock, his fingers clawing Roth’s thighs. “Ah...!” Hot, thick wetness spattered Roth’s chest and belly.
Roth’s climax receded, driven back by the tight ring around the base of his cock. He collapsed, gasping and writhed in frustrated defeat.
The patron collapsed on top of him, panting, sweaty, and sticky with smeared cum. “Oh fuck, that was good.” He pressed a kiss to Roth’s damp cheek. “Thank you, handsome.”
Fox rustled in his corner. “I’m glad he pleased you.”
The patron rose from his seat. “Fuck yes, he pleased me, but he looks a bit...uncomfortable.” His finger tapped the tip of Roth’s cock.
The light touch practically burned. Roth hissed and twisted. He was more than a little sensitive.
Fox’s robes whispered closer. “You may release him if that is your desire. If not, I will see to his needs afterwards.”
The patron walked toward Roth’s head. “I’d like to see him released. I bet he’s gorgeous when he cums, but I think he may be a bit too fierce for me to handle. I know! Would you do it for me?”
Fox’s stepped onto the mattress and knelt by Roth’s hip. “If that would please you?”
“It would, oh, it really, really would!” The patron knelt by Roth’s head.
Fox knelt at Roth’s side. “Very well then, how would you like it done?”
“Fuck him.”
Fox’s clothes rustled. “Position?”
“On his back.” The patron cupped Roth’s face. “I want to watch that lovely cock cum all over him, and do it hard.”
Something squirted close by. “As you wish.” Fox’s slick fingers closed around Roth’s cock. He rubbed lightly, slathering oil on his swollen flesh and the ring that bound it.
Roth shuddered. Fox’s light touch was almost too much to bear.
Fox gripped the ring and pulled. It slid upward, but it was very snug. After an aching eternity, it slid off.
Blood rushed into the constricted area with burning haste. Roth choked out a voiceless shout and kicked out in reaction. His foot didn’t make contact. Fox apparently dodged the kick.
The patron chuckled softly. “Oh dear, that must have hurt.”
Fox spoke from between clenched teeth. “So it would seem.” A soft slapping sound announced that he was greasing his cock.
The patron hummed with obvious pleasure. “Damn, you’re rather impressive yourself.”
“Thank you.” Fox slid his hands under Roth’s legs and pushed them up into his chest. He came up on his knees, forcing Roth’s ass off the mattress.
Roth gave out a gasping sigh. The position Fox had chosen placed all his weight on his shoulders. With his wrists tied above his head, he couldn’t even use his arms for leverage, or balance. It wouldn’t normally have been a strain, but his arms had been stretched out over his head for over an hour and he’d been tugging on the rope, tensing his muscles for about that long too.
“Oh, I like that position! I can see everything.”
Fox released Roth’s right leg. Something thick and very har
d pressed against Roth’s anus. “Prepare yourself.”
Roth took in a breath and pushed out.
Fox thrust brutally hard, spearing his cock all the way in to the balls in one lunge.
Roth’s choked and stiffened in shock. Son of a bitch...! It didn’t hurt exactly, but it did feel like he had a hot steel pole stuffed itself all the way up his ass. Fox was not a small man and he was very, very hard. Clearly, Fox was not happy with him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have tried to kick him?
Fox locked his arms around Roth’s upraised thighs and dug his fingers in, holding him firmly in place over his shoulders. He rolled his hips, rubbing his cock all the way around inside Roth’s ass. He pressed up against the swollen nub within.
Intense electrical ecstasy exploded inside Roth. His mind buzzed white noise and he gasped out a silent scream. His back arched, forcing him even higher off the mattress and all the way up on his shoulders. But it wasn’t quite enough to make him cum. Goddamn it!
The patron gasped and moved back. “Holy shit...”
Roth writhed, his spine snaking to get that mindblowing sensation back. He huffed out what would have been pathetic whimpers if he’d still had a voice.
He patron rose and stepped to the side. “God, he’s gorgeous, and strong. I wouldn’t have been able to handle him at all.”
Fox panted, but held on. “He has been kept close to the edge for a while, so I’m afraid that this will be quick.”
“I don’t mind. I expected as much.”
“Very well then.” Fox shifted his hips slightly, and then slammed in hard directly on target—then again, and again, and again...
Agonizingly intense pleasure exploded inside Roth burning every thought out of his head. He gasped out a voiceless scream and bucked just as hard to meet Fox’s thrusts.
Climax rose brutally fast and crested. For a breathless eternity, he teetered on the brink, his back arched and every muscle taut. Tension shattered. His balls clenched viciously. He toppled into the maelstrom screaming silently. White-hot cum spattered down his belly, his chest, and his cheeks. He choked out one more voiceless scream and knew no more.
* * * * *
Roth awoke to blackness and a hot cloth sweeping down his body. Fucking blindfold... His arms were at his sides, so they weren’t tied anymore, but he was so exhausted his hands were almost too heavy to lift. “Fox?” He actually achieved a whisper, so the binding around his throat was apparently gone too.
The cloth being wiped across his brow stilled. “Yes?”
Roth took in a deep breath. “I really don’t like that cock ring.”
Fox snorted. “It did not appear that way, at least not to the patron. Despite your little show of rebellion, he was very pleased.”
Roth huffed out a tired laugh. “I’m thrilled.” He was not going to apologize for that kick. “That damned ring hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Oh, I know.” Fox pulled a light blanket over Roth.
Roth frowned. A blanket? “Am I done?”
“For tonight.” Fox lifted Roth into a sitting position and tucked the blanket around him.
“Good.” He frowned in Fox’s general direction. “Eh, can’t I sleep now?”
“Soon.” Fox moved in front of Roth. “You need to eat first.” His clothes rustled and the mattress under him shifted. There was a clink of glass. “Open your mouth.”
Roth turned away. “I could really use a drink.”
Fox snorted. “You already know the answer to that.”
Roth curled his lip. “How about a cigarette?”
“After you eat.” Fox cupped his chin. “Look this way and open your mouth.”
Roth scowled in Fox’s hand. “Fine, whatever.” He opened his mouth for a bite of chicken and rice. He chewed thoughtfully. “So I only had two...appointments tonight?”
“Did you want more?”
Roth flinched back. “No! Two was fine!”
“Good.” Fox sounded entirely too cheerful. “Because you have two more tomorrow.” He tapped Roth’s bottom lip. “Eat.”
Roth opened his mouth to receive another bite of chicken, and chewed. “Do...courtesans normally do two a night?”
“Normally a courtesan only entertains one patron, but it is for an entire night. You are something of a specialty item, so it is expected that their time with you will be strictly controlled.”
Roth frowned. “Eh...?”
Fox stuffed another piece of food into Roth’s open mouth. “A man so dangerous and unstable of temperament is difficult to obtain, so your price is high. It is understood that we will have difficulty keeping you under control so a limit to the time they may enjoy you is expected.”
Roth wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or insulted. “So I should expect more of the same for the rest of my time here?”
Fox wiped Roth’s mouth with a soft cloth. “More or less.”
Roth sighed. “Can I have my cigarette now?”
“As soon as you finish eating.”
Roth ate while his mind went over the events of the night. While it was somewhat humiliating to be used like a common whore, being fucked by men wasn’t as disgusting as it should have been. Fox had been far too right about him having a taste for it.
However, what really bothered him was how right Fox had been. If he liked having a cock up his ass this much already, how much would he like it after a full week of it?
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.
~ * ~
Seven
The following day started much like the one before, food, the toilet, a bath, a...cleansing, a massage, the goddamned cock ring, getting dressed in yet another set of flimsy robes, and then being carried into a room and chained to the floor to await his first patron.
Unlike his first, this patron wanted him up on his knees for a blowjob then facedown on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. The bastard got behind him, grabbed him by the hair, fucked him hard, then finished off by cumming all over his raised ass.
The level of frustration, however, remained the same. The asshole didn’t remove the cock ring.
As before, he was cleaned up just in time for his next patron. Or rather, a pair of them.
Once again, he was up on his hands and knees. However, while one fucked his face, the other fucked his ass, so he ended up with cum all over his face in addition to cum on his ass.
The cock ring remained on, so Roth was a twitching mess by the time they left.
After removing the cock ring gently, Fox pulled the cloth from Roth’s throat and cupped his face. “Tell me what you want.”
Too desperate for relief to care, Roth dropped onto his back and spread his legs. “Fuck me hard.”
“Very well.” Fox dropped to his knees between Roth’s thighs and lifted Roth’s legs over his arms. He dropped his hands to either side of Roth’s chest, bringing Roth’s legs up high, and ground deep into him.
Roth threw his arms around Fox’s neck and writhed under him, centering his sweet spot so that Fox struck it with every stroke of his cock. Climax came hard and fast, but this time, he remained awake to enjoy it. Gasping out what should have been shouts, he spilled his cum on Fox’s belly, then leaned up to kiss Fox full on the mouth.
Fox kissed him right back with teeth and tongue. Groaning directly into Roth’s mouth, he pumped his cum deep into Roth’s ass.
The night passed pretty much the same. Clean up, toilet, food, cigarette, sleep.
The next day was more of the same.
That night, his first patron fucked Roth on his back while Fox fucked his throat. The guy didn’t remove his cock ring.
His second patron of the night turned out to be yet another pair, and they removed the cock ring. After setting him on his hands and knees, one guy fucked Roth up the ass while the other lay face-up under them getting fucked by Roth. Roth got an ass-full of cum, but he was asked to pull out of the guy beneath him and cum on his cock.
The cleanup
, dinner, and cigarette went pretty much like before, but Roth found himself wide awake only a few hours after falling asleep, with a hard-on that wouldn’t die.
Fox stirred next to him. “Roth, is there a problem?”
Roth felt his face heat. “Uh, nothing I can’t take care of my...” He stopped. He couldn’t take care of it. His hands didn’t work. “Shit.”
Fox sat up among their blankets. “You’re erect?”
Roth threw his arms over his blindfolded eyes. “Yeah.”
Fox leaned away, then leaned over him, setting his hands to either side of Roth’s shoulders. “Raise your knees and spread your legs.”
Roth did as asked.
Fox settled himself between Roth’s knees and pushed into him.
Roth sighed with pleasure and closed his legs around Fox’s hips.
Fox leaned over him and kissed him while grinding into him, slow and sweet.
Roth kissed him back and rolled up to meet him. Climax came in a soft but utterly delicious wave. Gasping softly, he spilled himself on both their bellies.
After a quick clean up, they fell back asleep sharing a pillow, their legs entwined.
* * * * * *
Roth lost track of the days that passed, as each was pretty much identical to the last.
On a night like all the others, Roth lay on his back panting on the mattress after servicing his first patron, annoyed as fuck because once again, the guy had left the fucking cock ring on.
Fox knelt at his side to wipe him clean of cum and sweat as usual. “Jaeger...”
Roth turned toward him in surprise. Fox hadn’t used his name once since the first time they’d met.
Fox continued his work with the warm damp towel. “You may not have been the best behaved debtor I’ve put into service, but you are certainly the most memorable.” He picked up his bowl and walked back to his corner.
Roth frowned. Where the hell did that come from? The binding around his throat prevented him from asking Fox what the fuck he was talking about right then, but he certainly intended to ask him as soon as it came off.
