Begging to Serve Page 13

  As soon as the last piece was removed, Ned grabbed Evan’s cock and vigorously jacked him off.

  “You may come when ready.”

  Under the stage lamps directed on Evan’s form, the flush to his skin deepened, beads of early spend gathering on the tip as Ned masturbated him roughly. Evan’s moans grew louder until he roared out a yell, a long rope of cum shooting from his tip then splattering on his chest. More seed followed, each spurt offering less spend than the one before.

  Despite Roddy being clothed, his hardness pressing against Colin’s naked buttocks was driving him mad. He’d always loved the shows—they’d been his absolute favorite part of living at Hampton Road—but nothing could compare to being alone with Roddy.

  Please, let us leave. Please, please, please.

  The applause from the audience brought him out of his reverie and he observed as Ned loosened then removed the ropes from Evan’s wrists and ankles. He helped him off the table and to his feet, but when Evan wobbled, Ned scooped him up in his arms then exited the stage. The lamps were dimmed to one spot and Javier stepped forward.

  “We’ll be taking a thirty minute break after which Master Theodore will discuss the cutting and preparation of the switch. Then he’ll demonstrate on his submissive, Francesco, how to create a cross hatch design across his boy’s ass using the one he’s crafted here on stage.” Javier gave a curt nod. “Thank you.”

  The remaining gentlemen still seated in the audience applauded, but Roddy’s hands were busy fondling Colin’s bound sac and dick. Colin had lost the ability to form coherent thought, so he didn’t realize that he should’ve clapped until the others had already stopped doing so.

  “Will you be dreadfully upset if we didn’t stay for Theo and Francesco’s show?” Roddy’s voice had taken on the husky tone that made Colin melt. “I’m desperate to get you alone. I want your virginity. Will you give it to me, darling?”

  Colin’s breathing hitched. He wanted to give Roddy everything. “Yes, Sir, I’m yours.”

  Roddy nuzzled his ear. “Are you frightened?”

  “A bit. But I know you’ll be careful with me, right?”

  Roddy turned Colin in his embrace until they faced each other. “Every minute of every day, no matter what it is. But with this especially. And I’ll give you more pleasure than you thought possible, I’ll show you how wonderful it can be.”

  Colin’s eyes widened. “Oh, my. Okay. I trust you.”

  Roddy took his mouth in a more heated kiss than they’d ever shared. He moved in over and over, his lips and tongue dancing over Colin’s, changing angles as he probed deeper. Nothing existed for Colin other than the taste and heat of Roddy, his scent as they ground together, their shared caresses that grew more insistent.

  Roddy pulled back and Colin frowned. Roddy chuckled, tapping his nose with one finger.

  “None of that. Don’t you want to go back to our room so we can explore each other’s bodies all night?”

  Colin nodded. “Yes, Sir. Very much.”

  It was the first night since they’d met that they’d been able to be together early instead of sometime past midnight. Colin had been looking forward to it all day.

  He climbed off Roddy’s lap, but waited patiently—his posture as perfect as he could make it—for Roddy to lead him by the leash. He knew Roddy preferred holding his hand most of the time, but they were practicing for the club.

  As they made their way back to their room, Colin watched with interest as Roddy passed various members, interacting with some more than others. Roddy could make everyone smile and Colin was very proud that he would soon officially be his Master. It was so strange to no longer be working at Hampton Road. It’d only been a couple of days, and he’d spent almost all of his hours with Roddy as they’d searched for a home or practiced together. But he couldn’t wait to have a home of their own that he could take care of for them.

  The night before had been his first time being allowed into the claimed submissives’ room. Even though Roddy had promised him a much fancier collar once they were ready for that step, Colin had been thrilled to show off his training one. Both Sam and Evan had hugged him, told him how happy and excited for him they were. Francesco hadn’t been there, but Colin was sure he’d feel the same way about it the next time they saw each other.

  Roddy waved across the room at Aaron and Saul. They waved back, but didn’t stroll over to speak with them. With a measure of shame, Colin had to admit to himself that he was glad. Once the idea of Roddy penetrating him for the first time had been introduced, he couldn’t wait even one minute longer for it to happen.

  When they reached their shared room, Roddy winked at him before retrieving the key from his pocket. It was silly, really, but something about Roddy taking over the key seemed to bring him that much closer to his goal of belonging to someone.

  As soon as the door swung wide and Roddy let go of the leash before gesturing for him to go inside, Colin couldn’t stop shaking uncontrollably. Then his feet wouldn’t carry him forward as if he no longer had a will of his own.

  “Darling! What is it?”

  Roddy rushed to him, grabbing his upper arms as he gazed down at him with a distressed expression.

  “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be fine.” Colin’s breath hitched.

  Roddy shook his head, his lips pressed together as he frowned. “No. This isn’t the way I want it to be.”

  Colin’s gut clenched. What had he done? Why hadn’t he kept his mouth shut? Surely, Roddy would change his mind about them being together. There wouldn’t be a new collar or searching for a house to live in together.

  Roddy placed an arm around Colin’s shoulders as he attempted to guide him into the bedroom. Colin dug in his heels. He wouldn’t give Roddy the opportunity to start packing up his things yet. Not until he’d had a chance to explain to him he was still willing to offer his virginity, even if he was scared.

  “Colin, darling, are you so afraid of me you don’t even want to be alone together anymore?”

  Pain filled Roddy’s features, his mouth turned down and his brow furrowed. Colin was making Roddy upset and he’d never meant to.

  “Oh, no Sir! Please don’t think that. I want to be with you all the time and alone is always the best.”

  Roddy straightened, his expression changing once again. This time, he was a mask of confusion.

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “Don’t leave. Please give me another chance. You can still have me, take my virginity. I won’t fuss, I promise.”

  Roddy threw his hands in the air, and Colin could tell how frustrated he was. He knew he brought that out in a lot of people—even if he didn’t mean to.

  “You silly thing. Come inside right now.”

  Roddy encircled his waist then hoisted him over his shoulder as if he was a sack of potatoes. He’d been so surprised by the move that all he’d done in response was to let out a squeak. Roddy kicked the door shut behind him then tossed Colin onto the bed with a bounce.

  Roddy dropped onto the mattress next to him then gathered him close, kissing his head over and over as he kneaded his flesh. Colin let out a relieved sigh then cuddled into his Sir.

  “What in heaven’s name gave you the idea that I wanted to leave you? And if you’re not ready for me to be inside you, all you have to do is say so. I won’t leave or treat you mean over it, darling. You’re my treasure.” Roddy leaned back to look into Colin’s eyes. “You know that, don’t you?”

  “Oh, thank you, thank you.” Colin wrapped his arms around Roddy’s neck. “I’m sorry, Sir. This is all so new to me. I don’t know how men are supposed to talk to each other or if I should tell you no when you want something from me or…” He’d begun shaking again and was having a difficult time getting more words out.

  “There now.” Roddy petted him, kissed his lips. “Of course it’s all new and hard to figure out. It is for me too. But we care about each other and I think you’re my right man just as much as you think th
at about me.”

  Colin gasped. “Really?”

  “I do, darling. And you must always tell me anything that’s on your mind. Tell me no if there’s something you don’t like or don’t want to do. Remember what Saul said about always calling mercy if you have to? That it was worse not to say it when you needed it than saying it when you didn’t need it?”

  Colin nodded. “I do remember for the most part. But he said some of it so fast that I still haven’t worked out the whole thing yet.”

  Roddy let out a hearty laugh. “Well then, we’ll have to go over all of it again to make sure.” Roddy tapped Colin’s nose with one finger. “And the next time, you make sure and ask that things be repeated that you don’t understand. Promise?”

  “I promise, Sir.”

  Colin twisted his hands in his lap until Roddy laid his own on top, stilling them.

  “Everything’s okay, darling. Nothing’s changed. Tomorrow we’ll go look at Saul and Kenneth’s house in Hancock Park. It sounds marvelous from the way he described it, and they’re due to move in to their new place by the end of the year. If we like it well enough, we could always rent another house until it’s available. We’ll decide together, the way it should be.”

  Colin’s tension melted away and he climbed back onto Roddy’s lap, straddling him so they faced each other. He helped himself to a kiss, slipping his tongue into Roddy’s mouth to explore him from the inside. Soon, the heat between them built again, Roddy’s erection obvious as it pushed against Colin’s bound genitals.

  Roddy took control of the exchange, clutching the strands of Colin’s hair, holding him in place as he repeatedly plunged into Colin’s mouth. Colin ground against him, his tip sensitive as it left wet kisses on Roddy’s shirt. He’d give his virginity to Roddy, but maybe he needed to work up to it first.

  That’s a good compromise.

  He hoped so. He wouldn’t disappoint Roddy for anything.

  Roddy broke their connection, both of them panting. “I’m not going to make love to you tonight, darling. I don’t want your first time to be filled with fear, I want it to be a wonderful memory. Let’s play instead, but I’ll give some extra attention to your hole. If you don’t like anything I’m doing, just tell me to stop.”

  “Cry mercy?”

  “Yes, darling. Cry mercy if you need to. I won’t be upset or angry.”

  “Okay. But can I ask for one thing?”

  “Of course.”

  “Can I lick your hole tonight too?”

  Roddy groaned. “I don’t know a man alive who’d say no to that. Now let’s get these ties loosened up on your balls some. I want you on your stomach with your knees tucked under you, and the pull might be too much for you yet.”

  As Roddy worked on the leather strips trapping his sac, he ran the position through his mind. He was pretty sure he could handle it, but he was getting really good at not questioning his Master over every little thing. Roddy had assured him he expected it in their day to day lives, but Colin had been trained to be submissive during sex and when participating in club activities. If he could be that way all the time, it would be even better, but he’d finally accepted that it would take time before they’d sorted everything out between them.

  “There you go, darling. That should make it easier.” Roddy patted his hip. “Now take this pillow and tuck it under your tummy, drawing your legs up as much as you can comfortably.”

  He understood right away what it would be like and how he’d look to Roddy’s eyes. There had once been a show where a submissive had taken that position on the floor. His Master had tied his arms to his thighs so that he couldn’t move. The submissive had been lewdly exposed, available for whatever act his Master chose for him. After opening his boy up with a large phallus-shaped object, his Master had invited men from the audience to fuck him and several had taken him up on the offer. Colin would never, ever consent to doing such a thing, but he’d come from the sight of it anyway.

  Once Colin had settled into place, Roddy petted his ass cheeks softly. It was soothing rather than erotic and helped to distract him from the odd sensation of the cool air on his open crack. He jerked, almost kicking his legs straight when Roddy blew a puff of hot air onto his hole. He clenched, grasping at the bedspread, but unable to gain purchase on the taut fabric.

  Roddy continued to tease him with his breaths until Colin couldn’t stop squirming.

  “Shall I tie you up?”

  The question had seemed more serious than playful. Colin figured that he’d caused Roddy to fear being too harsh with him after the way he’d behaved.

  “If that’s what you wish, Sir. It’s okay. I know to call mercy if I have to.”

  Roddy patted his behind. “That’s a good boy. You seem so sweet that I forget what a wanton you truly are.”

  Colin’s face heated against the covers. The sound of a drawer opening had him curious. It was obvious that Roddy did wish to tie him up, so he was likely shuffling through the contents that he’d purchased from Saul earlier. Colin had shown him which oil he preferred and Saul had recommended some silk cords for restraint as well as a horse’s riding crop. Saul had suggested it since Roddy was already proficient in its use for other reasons.

  The mattress dipped and Roddy caressed him in one continuous motion from the top of his head, down the slant of his ass then to the soles of feet. Once he’d completed the long touch, he wrapped the end of one of the cords around his ankle. As Roddy tugged and tied first his ankles, then his wrists, then all of them together, he attempted to bring up the picture in his mind of what it looked like.

  He wouldn’t have the ability to straighten his legs—that was for certain. His ankles were tied together and his wrists were secured to them, his arms trapped snugly to both his sides and bent legs. Roddy stopped what he’d been doing and the weight of his strong hands landed on Colin’s shoulders. “Not pulling too hard?”

  “No, Sir. I’m trapped good though.”

  Roddy massaged his shoulders lightly. “Yes, and a delicious sight to boot.”

  The bed jostled, but since Roddy was outside his field of vision, Colin couldn’t place where he’d gone or what he was doing. More items were shuffled about from behind him and Colin tried to imagine whether Roddy would only use the oil for the rest of their loveplay, or if he had something else in mind.

  Colin started from the noise of a loud snap from what was most likely the crop. He licked his lips, anticipation and need building along with his fear.

  “Just reminding you that it was added to the list, darling.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He pressed his lips together as he pondered whether he should continue. “May I ask something? Will you be using it now? Because I know you want to. I’ve always thought I’d like to try it as well which is why I said it was fine to add it to the list. I’m not telling you what to do. I just thought I’d mention that.”

  Roddy cracked the whip again, the sound even sharper than before. “Ah, yes. You’re right. I do want to. Remember to use your word if you need it.”

  Colin yelped at the first harsh slap on his ass. It wasn’t bad, there’d been a nice bite to it. The next strike was on the opposite side and he didn’t yell out. A bit of a residual ache remained in his flesh, but as Roddy alternated between both cheeks, increasing the impact as he progressed, the pain built under his skin until the sting was almost too much. Roddy had gradually spread the smacks farther out on his behind until the entire fleshy area had fallen victim to his efforts.

  He cried out as the tongue of the whip landed right on his hole. The strength behind the attack hadn’t been as powerful, but the area was so much more sensitive. It hadn’t occurred to him how much feeling there was in that tiny part of his body, but he imagined it was why it’d been so nice when he’d touched himself there.

  Four more slaps landed on his hole and he thought he might have to cry mercy—the burn was on the edge of being more than he could handle. But Roddy stopped and the very next act perfo
rmed on his body was the soothing wetness of Roddy’s warm tongue as he gently lapped at his crease. At first, it was a bit prickly and he squirmed within his bonds.

  But then it turned into the most amazing feeling ever. It was the same thrill as before when Roddy had licked him there, but it was so much more. He knew it had to be the nerves in the wrinkled skin around his pucker, it was as if Roddy had forced them awake as he’d whipped his hole.

  Instead of stopping, Roddy continued eating his ass, eventually hardening the tip of his tongue. Roddy prodded his opening and when he forced the small appendage past his clenched hole and into his passage, Colin relaxed for the first time, allowed his body to accept the intrusion.

  Colin sucked in a sharp breath as Roddy fucked his hole that way, pushing in deeper, Roddy’s nose sliding along his wet crease. The decadent sensations were maddening, his balls aching to the point where he thought they might burst. His dick throbbed inside the leather sheath and his whimpers increased in volume.

  Roddy had used his roughened hands to cup Colin’s butt cheeks, kept them opened wide. As Roddy’s tongue slid in and out of his asshole, Colin tried to push back within his restraints as he searched for more pleasure. The cords kept him tightly imprisoned so he had no choice but to give in to Roddy’s will. It was the way he’d always wanted to be with a lover.

  He let out a low groan as Roddy retreated from his channel. When Roddy placed soft kisses to his skin, they reminded him of the whipping of only a few moments before. Each press of Roddy’s lips brought Colin’s attention back to what he knew would become the visible evidence of Roddy’s touch.

  “So beautiful, darling. I’ve left a nice set of marks on you. We’ll show them off tomorrow night before I go in for my training. Then your friends can see them too while you wait for me in the submissives’ room.” Roddy petted circles over the area he’d beaten. The tone of his voice had deepened. “Warm. A perfect rosy hue. Some raised welts. I think you’ll bruise nicely.”