Paid to Kneel

by Romilly King

  "Yes. Good. Look at me. I want you to see me taking my pleasure on your cock, Ricky. I want you to watch me riding you." Ash's words were coming out between harsh pants as he lifted himself then slid back down, thigh muscles flexing. "I want you to see what I'm feeling with you inside me. And then I'm going to come on your dick like I want you to come on mine" On the next downstroke Ash let himself drop and Richard felt Ash's internal muscle roll as he worked them on the dick inside him.

  "Fuck. Fuck. Ash, I'm not going to last. I can't, I can't, Ash I can't."

  Ash started to fuck himself harder and faster on Richard's dick.

  "Are you going to come for me, Richard? Are you going to come from me riding your dick?"

  "Fuck, yes. Please, Ash. Please tell me I can come!"

  Ash put one hand behind himself on Richard's thigh, needing the extra leverage, his cock was hard and red and leaking from the stimulation in his ass. He fucked himself down with hard strokes, adjusting his angle for maximum pleasure.

  "Look at me, Richard. Look at me riding your dick. This is how you ride a cock, Richard. Look at me using your body for my pleasure. Come for me, Richard. Come with your dick inside me."

  Richard keened, he bucked as much as he was able within the confines of the restraints, then tensed, and came. Ash leaned back further and pressed down, grinding his hips in a tight figure of eight, and through the haze of his orgasm, Richard saw the come spurt from Ash's cock and felt the rhythmic clenching of his hole. Ash threw back his head back and groaned, long and low, and proud as come striped Richard's belly and chest.

  Richard lay there, loose and gasping. Still staring at Ash. He watched as Ash seemed to return slowly to himself, watched as Ash took deep steadying breaths. Watched as Ash picked up a heated wipe and wiped his own come off Richard's belly and chest. Watched as Ash put the towels back down, and then leaned forward to put his hands on either side of Richard's chest. Watched as Ash leaned forward, pressing his damp chest to Richard's.

  Ash lowered himself from his hands to his elbows, straddling Richard now on his elbows and knees. Richard's softening dick slipped out of his ass and Richard whined. "Shhh, baby," Ash whispered, "I just wanted to show you how to do it. I know what you are capable of, you just have to find your motivation."

  Chapter Seventeen

  "Lunch is coming," Ash called and Richard heaved himself out of the pool and dripped over towards the table on the stone-flagged terrace.

  The sun was high above the trees, the light white and the shadows short and Ash wore just ragged jeans and aviators as he strode down the steps balancing a loaded tray.

  This cannot be my life, Richard thought as he looked at Ash. The sunlight created highlights in his dark hair and a light sheen of sweat oiled his chest. His grin was wide, "I tried to make these cool layered sandwiches I saw online but I fucked it up so we've got open sandwiches and a messy kitchen. We should get a dog, we wouldn't have to feed him, he could just eat the floor clean!"

  Something in Richard's heart crumbled. Cracked for those moments when Ash forgot and he forgot. Broke apart inside his chest for him and Ash and what they weren't.

  He grabbed a towel, scrubbed his hair, and then dropped the towel at Ash's feet. He quickly knelt on the towel and put his arms behind his back. Ask peered down at him over his aviators, "What do you want Ricky?" he smiled and reached out, his hand rested on Richard's head.

  "Just this," said Richard simply, smiling up at Ash.

  "Want me to feed you?"

  "That would be amazing," Richard had heard of hand feeding, it had struck him as a nice thing to do.

  "Come here," Ash swiveled a chair away from the table and sat down with his thighs spread, he took one of the cushions from another seat and dropped it at his feet.

  Richard settled on the cushion between his feet and leaned back against Ash's thigh. He tilted his head up and Ash offered him a bite of sandwich from his fingers. Richard took it carefully, avoiding biting or licking Ash's fingers.

  He felt calm and happy and settled. Ash fed him bites and petted his hair with his other hand and they talked in a desultory way and looked out over the view.

  Eventually, the talk tailed off and all there was was Ash's hand in his hair, his warm body behind him, and his energy wrapped around Richard. It wasn't sexual but it was intimate and Richard felt closer to Ash than any person he had ever met.

  "Wonderful isn't it," said Ash quietly and Richard chose to believe he meant the view.

  "Just perfect," Richard agreed.

  #

  Richard was beginning to think it was impossible for him to orgasm from the dildo alone. Tomorrow morning the contract was up and Richard still hadn't managed to come on the rubber cock.

  He was starting to bitterly resent Ash, the dildo, and all the porn he'd seen that had encouraged unrealistic expectations in the common man. Ash had decided that "milking" him was not helping him so he now he also had the worst case of blue balls in the western hemisphere and he still hadn't come.

  "Give me a show, Ricky," Ash said from his chair at the foot of the bed as Richard climbed onto the mattress. "I want to see how much that dildo stretches you out."

  Richard took that to mean that Ash wanted to see his ass and he took a fortifying breath to calm his nerves before he turned his back to Ash. Shame always took a backseat to desire during their sessions, but getting started was always daunting.

  He didn't need to prepare himself very much considering all the things he did to himself for Ash's pleasure, and it wasn't long before he was hissing as he sunk onto the dildo.

  "You've got the sweetest ass," Ash said, "I can't wait to feel it around my cock." Richard faltered for a second, before starting to ride the toy. His face was flaming, Ash's dirty mouth still could shock him while at the same time he was staggered by how much he liked it.

  Richard bit his lip, not for the first time imagining how good it would feel to have Ash inside of him. He started rolling his nipple in time with his thrusts. His fingers were still slippery from slicking the dildo, so he had to make up for it by squeezing his nipple in sharp little pulses.

  He thought of how thick Ash was, of much it would burn as he fucked into him, filled Richard, stretched him further than anything or anyone ever had before.

  His ass clenched at the thought, and Richard shuddered. Motivation, Ash had said, you have to find the right motivation.

  He had tried everything else he could think of at this point to make himself come. What harm was there in trying this? Slowing his frantic pace on the dildo Richard spread his thighs a little more, leaned forward to balance himself, and reached back to where the dildo entered him. He continued to ride the dildo but now his fingers explored his stretched rim. Nerves flared with pleasure as his fingers explored and Richard eased the tip of a finger inside and stretched his rim a little further.

  "Ricky," Ash gasped, and Richard shivered at the sound of it. "Ricky, what are you doing?" he asked as if he couldn't see Richard pushing the tip of one finger into himself alongside the dildo.

  "I'm--" He swallowed, trying to adjust to the new intrusion, as his cock throbbed in its metal prison. "I'm imagining what it'd be like if you--oh," he said as he slid further inside. He squirmed.

  "If I what?" Ash asked, sounding destroyed.

  "If you fucked me," Richard said breathily, experimentally moving the dildo and shuddering as a result. Why hadn't he ever done this before? It felt amazing.

  "That's--holy fuck, Ricky," Ash said, closer than he'd been before, and Richard bent further at the waist to give him an even better view, blushing furiously but doing it anyway. The cage was almost a reassuring weight against his thigh.

  The new position made it difficult to do much, and Richard had to content himself with tiny thrusts that weren't very satisfying, but it was worth it for the way Ash sucked in his breath, for the dip in the mattress that meant Ash was on the bed with him.

  "Are you thicker than this, Ash?" Richard withdrew his
finger, his hole twitching at the loss. "Should I add more?" he asked, rubbing two fingers against the place where his skin met the dildo. He didn't think he could add both but he would try if he had to.

  "Shit," Ash breathed, and then his fingers were there alongside Richard's, his touch lighting up the nerve ends and causing his hole to flutter. "Lean forward, Ricky," Ash said, and Richard went down to his elbows, his spine curved into a deep arch and he offered himself up for Ash.

  "Yeah, just like that, Ricky."

  He heard the jingle of Ash's belt followed by the sound of a zipper, and his muscles relaxed further, vertebrae deepening the bow, his body so pliant, waiting for whatever Ash wanted to do to him.

  "Fuck, you're perfect," Ash gasped, and ridiculously, it made Richard start to tear up. He didn't think he'd cried so much in his entire life as he had with Ash, tears of frustration, tears of humiliation, and now, right at the end, tears of joy for the praise Ash gave him

  "Thank you, Ash," he said, his voice choked.

  He moaned when Ash pulled the dildo out, felt how his ass tried, and failed to completely close and moaned even louder.

  Ash nudged Richard's left thigh with his denim-clad knee, and Richard obediently spread his legs wider to allow Ash between them.

  "Fuck, Ricky," Ash whispered, sliding one hand down Richard's thigh and making him shiver.

  He heard the click of the lube cap.

  "Don't move, Ricky," Ash said right before he pressed the head of his cock against Richard's hole.

  "A-Ash" he moaned, the muscle flexing as Ash leaned in.

  "Don't move," Ash said again as he pulling back. "Fuck, don't move," he whispered as he again pressed his cock to Richard's hole.

  This was a new brand of torture, and it had Richard whimpering in seconds.

  "Ash, please."

  "I just want to look, you're so beautiful." Ash's cock slipped in a little further, Richard's hole flowering for him, and Richard whined, his hands clutching the sheet.

  He didn't think he could bear it if Ash pulled out now. If this was another tease it would be the end of him. He couldn't stand the thought of being so close to what he wanted, only to be denied. Gritting his teeth Richard grasped handholds of the sheets and then he shoved his hips back before he could second-guess himself, and they both groaned as the wide head of Ash's cock breached him.

  "Ricky," Ash gasped, but Richard wasn't listening.

  Fuck, Ash was big, fuck, fuck. He felt lightheaded for a second.

  "Ricky?"

  He took a deep breath in and then blew it out, waiting for the pain to dim. He should've probably gone slower, but he couldn't regret it. Ash was inside of him. That was worth a lot more pain than this.

  "Ricky."

  "I'm sorry, but I need--" Richard pushed back; he breathed out steadily as he slowly took more of Ash's cock inside.

  "Shit, Ricky," Ash whispered and his hands gripped Richard's hips.

  It took a while for Richard to bottom out. He'd never taken so much before, and he had to pause several times, shivering as he leaned forward for a second before trying again. It never became easy but it did feel a special kind of amazing, being stretched so wide, knowing he was taking Ash all the way in.

  "Okay?" Ash asked when Richard was pressed firmly against his groin, and Richard could hear the growl in his voice, evidence of the control he was exerting to let Richard get used to him.

  "Yes, Ash," he said throatily, feeling shivery and floaty from being stuffed so fully and the sense of rightness that accompanied it.

  "Do you need to stop?"

  "No, Ash," he said, clenching around him, wondering if his body would ever be the same after having Ash inside him. "Please, no."

  "Alright." Ash's hands clasped Richard's hips, and Richard tensed involuntarily, not sure he was ready for Ash to go fast, but he needn't have worried. Ash kept the same slow, careful pace that Richard had set, holding him against him for a moment before beginning each long slide back, grinding into Richard at the end of each stroke as Richard grunted and shook, his pleasure laced with an edge of pain from how deep Ash was inside of him. He felt speared on Ash's cock, and he didn't want it to end.

  "You feel so good, Ricky," Ash panted, still keeping to those precise thrusts. "You're so good," he said, and Richard let himself get lost in his words and the sensation of Ash filling him.

  He didn't think much of it when he started to feel the pleasure start to grow. He'd spent his whole time with Ash playing a game of hide-and-seek with his orgasm, and he knew it was nigh impossible for him to come from fucking alone, particularly with a cock cage on.

  Except it didn't plateau the way it always did, instead it kept building, and Richard opened unseeing eyes in a panic when the familiar prickle started up his spine.

  "Ash," he gasped, knowing he needed to move away to give himself time to calm down, but his body refused to obey him, arching up higher instead, desperate for the release he'd been driving towards for days. The cock cage was heavy between his legs, the weight of it dragging down on his balls which were pulled up high and tight against his body, pulsing.

  "Yeah, Ricky," Ash said, but he didn't stop, he started to pick up speed instead, the change making him feel massive and relentless, and fuck, fuck.

  "I'm going to..." Richard whined, high and panicked when Ash rolled over his prostate all too accurately.

  "What are you going to do?" Ash asked, thrusting hard once, twice, making Richard curl inwards as flashes of pain and pleasure ratcheted the urgency even higher.

  "I'm going to come." His whole body tensed tighter and tighter as he fought to keep from tipping over. He couldn't disappoint Ash; he wouldn't. "Please, may I,"

  "Are you going to come on my cock?" Ash asked, delivering a series of devastating thrusts that left Richard shaking, clawing for control.

  "Ash," he pleaded, unable to say anything other than Ash's name.

  "Fuck, come on then. Come, Ricky."

  He had no idea if Ash said anything more after that because his ears were filled with buzzing. Ash's hands and body all that kept him anchored as he suffered through the most intense throes of pleasure he'd ever felt. It just went on and on as semen spurted between the metal rings of the cage and he twitched and thrashed on the bed, every thrust drawing sounds out of him that he'd never heard before.

  "Fuck, Ricky, you're so good. So good baby," Ash panted, and it was like he was speaking from miles away. It took Richard a moment to register the words, but once he did, he felt suffused with pleasure, different from a few seconds before but just as fulfilling, maybe even more so.

  "Coming like that, showing me how much you love being fucked," Ash said, he was still thrusting in hard, and Richard spasmed, sucking in a gasp of air. He was sensitive after just coming, the sensations teetering on the edge of pain without quite falling over.

  "I want to see it again," Ash said. His hands on Richard's hips were firm and powerful as he guided Richard how he wanted him, twisting him as he surged in and out of him.

  With a sense of shock, Richard felt the tide of pleasure rising in him again. He whined as Ash grasped his shoulder and pulled him up and back against his body. Ash's hand went around his neck and his voice in Richard's ear was grating, "I'm greedy, I want more from you."

  Oh god, again, it was happening again.

  "Can you do that for me?" Ash asked, snapping his hips forcefully, abandoning the slow, methodical pace from before now that Richard was fucked open.

  "Yes, Ash," he whispered and gave himself over to it, to Ash, with a supplicating moan.

  Chapter Eighteen

  When Richard came back to reality he was lying on his back with Ash tracing slow patterns on his chest. He blinked and looked at Ash. "Welcome back, "Ash said, his smile soft and sweet, "Nice flight?"

  Richard made an unintelligible noise, his throat too dry to speak.

  The cock cage was gone and he was clean and dry. There was a deep and strangely satisfying ache in his as
s and his stomach muscles felt like someone had dropped a bowling ball on them. His mind felt clear though, his soul at peace.

  He managed a crooked smile for Ash and was rewarded with a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

  Ash eased him upright and held the orange juice whilst Richard greedily drank it down. When Richard was finished Ash leaned back against the bedhead and encouraged Richard to curl up with his head on Ash's chest.

  "How do you feel?" Ash asked eventually.

  "Fucking amazing," Richard answered and Ash laughed, low and joyful, and tangled his fingers in Richard's hair, petting him.

  #

  When Richard made his way into the living room for dinner that night he found the room lit candles, linen napkins, and crystal glasses on the table and Ash wearing a suit that would not have looked out of place at the Met Gala.

  "It's our last night," Ash said, "We can't go out on a date so I thought we'd have a date night at home."

  And Richard didn't know how he did but he hid the heartbreak and smiled, determined to enjoy something Ash had tried so hard to make good for him.

  Dinner was perfect, a light chicken parfait followed by seafood ravioli and then a delicate crème caramel that dissolved on Richard's tongue with creamy goodness.

  They talked about college, Ash and Brio's escapades and Richard's own, less exciting years at Brown where he had studied literature. Ash opened a bottle of dry Californian wine and it was the first time Richard has seen him drink anything stronger than Mountain Dew.

  It felt normal and datey and Richard made himself savor every moment of it.

  "I think there is something we should talk about before tomorrow," Ash said eventually.

  Hope bloomed like amaryllis in Richard's heart Was Ash going to tell him now that he wanted to renew the contract after the mandatory respite phase?