A Turn of the Screwed (5 page)

When they finished dinner and paid their bills, they walked out to Keith’s truck. The man stepped around to the passenger side first, and Scott wondered if Keith was going to open the door for him.

But Keith backed him against the side of the truck, his body pressed against Scott’s.

Including a large, hard bulge that made Scott’s cock throb in response.

Keith reached up and grabbed him by the throat, sending a hint of the good kind of fear through Scott when Keith’s fingers didn’t choke off his breathing.

“Tell me what you want tonight,” Keith said, his voice deep and throaty.

“I want to be with you tonight, Sir.”

“I’m going to use you. By the time we go to sleep, that ass of yours won’t be virgin anymore.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Keith’s gaze roamed his face. “God, I’d love to shoot a load down your throat tonight, but we’ll have to wait to do that. You’ll have to get used to the taste of condoms, though, because you’ll be blowing me through one until we’re fluid-bonded.”

Scott didn’t dare hope. “Yes, Sir.” The man was already talking like maybe he was looking toward the future.

“The testing place at the resort will be open when we get back. That’s our first stop. Takes just a couple of minutes. You need anything from your room?”

“I haven’t even unpacked yet.”

“Even better. We’ll grab your shit and move it to mine so you don’t have any excuses why you have to leave in the morning, unless you’ve decided I’m not your thing. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” More hope Scott was afraid to let in. Could he have really met Mr. Right on the first damn night?

Keith reached down and grabbed Scott’s crotch with his other hand, squeezing his cock hard through his shorts. “Mmm. Good, you’ve got some substance to you. Eventually I will want that cock inside me, too, but not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night, if I don’t scare you off tonight. You going to be my good boy and do everything I say?”

“Yes, Sir.” Scott hoped his voice didn’t tremble.

Keith leaned in close, one hand still on Scott’s throat, the other on his cock. With his mouth by Scott’s ear, he said, “Tonight, you’re going to get a hint of the real me, of what you’ll have to deal with if you want to be my boy,” he said. “You will address me as Sir unless I’ve said otherwise, and you’ll do everything I tell you, when I tell you. You’ll have to learn to trust me no matter how afraid you are. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

After one final squeeze of Scott’s aching cock, Keith released him, a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not into breath play. But you’ll get used to my hand on your throat, as well as my collar.”

He opened the door for Scott, waiting for him to climb in before shutting it and walking around to the driver’s side.

* * * *

There’d been a healthy level of fear in Scott’s eyes when Keith grabbed him by the throat, but the stiff cock he’d been massaging spoke to how horny the man was.

A good combination.

He liked a little fear. Healthy fear. Just like the sadist in him enjoyed hearing noises of pain from a willing recipient of said pain.

Willing
being the key word.

When they returned to the resort their first stop was the parking-lot-side room that housed the testing clinic. Twenty minutes later, they were on their way to Scott’s room on the second floor, but on the other side of the complex.

He didn’t miss how Scott’s head swiveled from side to side like radar. Not as if taking in the full-blown party scene going on in the pool courtyard.

As if looking for the coworker he’d spotted earlier. Or anyone else he knew.

Glad I brought the bag of gear.

It had been an afterthought, grabbing the rolling suitcase. In it, things Keith figured he probably wouldn’t be wearing, but it never hurt to have on hand.

Like a leather hood.

A hood that likely would fit Scott and give him the anonymity he’d need for the next part of their evening. Because Scott didn’t know it yet, but he’d be spending a lot of time out and about and nearly naked, roving bands of twinks or not.

It wouldn’t matter, because he’d be securely fastened on the end of Keith’s leash. He needed to push Scott a little tonight, test him.

They quickly grabbed Scott’s bags and returned to Keith’s room. They were no sooner inside, with the door securely bolted behind them, than Keith snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.

Scott scrambled to comply without hesitation.

“Good boy,” Keith cooed, ruffling the other man’s hair. “For future reference, the proper position, unless I specify otherwise, is your forehead on my feet, and your ass in the air.”

Scott immediately dropped into position, hardening Keith’s cock.

“Excellent. You have any butt plugs with you?”

“Yes, Sir. Three.”

“Good. Get them. I want to see them.”

Scott jumped to his feet, raced over to one of his bags, and tore through it to find them. The largest butt plug was barely adequate. Fortunately, Keith had a couple with him that would do better.

“Your first lesson starts now, boy. Get naked.”

Keith walked over to where his bags were and found what he’d need. The smallest butt plug—larger than Scott’s largest—lube, condoms, and gloves. When he turned around, Scott was naked, his cock already erect.

Definitely not lacking in that department, although not as big as Keith.

Keith walked over to the vanity where the sink was located and flipped the light on. He put the stuff in his hands on the counter. “Over here.” He pointed at the floor in front of him. “Ass facing me. Hands and knees.”

Scott complied.

Jeez, Scott had a gorgeous ass. By the end of that night, Keith would have his cock buried balls-deep inside it, too.

Keith pulled on the gloves and flipped open the top on the tube of lube he’d be using for this. He coated the first two fingers of his right hand with lube, then squeezed a generous dollop of it along the crack of Scott’s ass.

Slowly, with one finger, he started working lube into the man’s tight rim. Scott let out a soft moan, his head dropping.

“That’s right, boy,” Keith said. “This is just the start of me owning this gorgeous ass of yours.” He slapped Scott’s ass with his left hand. “Don’t you dare fucking come without permission, either, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He took his time working the first finger inside him, slowly fucking him with it, relishing the soft moans Scott made as he played with his ass, twisting his finger around and finding his prostate, lightly stroking it.

Scott rewarded him with another moan. When Keith looked, a string of pre-cum was dripping from the man’s cock onto the tile floor.

Normally, he would require Scott lick it up, but since Keith wasn’t real sure how clean that tile was, he wouldn’t be doing that to him.

Scott let out a hiss when Keith withdrew his hand and started pressing a second finger against his rim.

“Yep, my hand, I’m sure, is bigger than your wife’s,” Keith said. “You haven’t even seen my cock yet. I bet it’s bigger than the strap-on she’s been using on you.”

“Yes, Sir. I could tell.”

He took his time, reaching around Scott and tugging a little on his cock to distract him as he scissored two fingers inside Scott’s ass in preparation for the third. As the old saying went, if you can take three, you can take me.

Well, three would be nearly taking him. Close enough.

It would be enough to get the butt plug inside him, at least.

It took Keith a good twenty minutes, and an aching cock, but he was finally satisfied at how loose Scott’s ass felt around his fingers, and how the man was no longer responding with a hint of discomfort as he started fucking his ass with his hand.

When he pulled out, Scott let out a disappointed gasp, almost falling back on his heels from how he’d been fucking himself onto Keith’s hand.

“Hold on, boy,” Keith said. “It’ll get good again in just a minute.” He lubed up the butt plug and slowly started working it into Scott’s ass. Scott let out a moan when the widest part slipped past his rim, then settled into position as his body sucked it in, the base holding it securely in place.

Keith stripped off his gloves and tossed them, patting Scott on the ass. “Good boy. Wait there.” He grabbed some tissues to wipe the excess lube off Scott, tossed them, then washed his hands. He stripped, leaving his clothes on the bed before returning to the vanity area and rolling a condom onto his hard cock.

“Sit up, boy,” he ordered.

Oh, that was a fucking delicious glazed subbie look on his face.

Keith held the base of his cock with his right hand. “Open.”

Scott did.

Keith reached around the back of Scott’s head and tightly fisted his hair. “Sorry they’re not flavored condoms. You’ll have to get used to them.”

* * * *

Scott could barely form coherent thoughts. His ass was stuffed fuller than it had ever been before, and his cock ached, painfully so, his balls screaming for relief.

And here was the first real cock he was ever going to suck.

Yes, he wished it wasn’t through a latex condom, but he’d done that before, sucking Noel’s strap-on through a condom.

Keith’s cock was definitely bigger than the strap-on.

It was also soft, and warm, even while being engorged and hard, pliable.

Real.

Keith slowly eased his cock between Scott’s lips, giving him direction, telling him what to do, Scott eager to comply and please him.

Anything to keep feeling like this.

The stark difference between Noel topping him and…this.

Feeling owned.

Noel had tried her best, but he’d known her heart wasn’t in it. At all. And he felt a little guilty for that.

But this…

Holy fuck, this was so goddamned
hot
!

He tried to stay relaxed as Keith pressed in, seeing how far Scott could take him without gagging.

“You’re going to have to get good at deep-throating me,” Keith said. “We’ll work on that. I’m sure you’ll learn. I like feeling my boy’s nose pressed against my belly, my balls on his chin.”

He started slowly fucking Scott’s mouth, controlling him with the hand in his hair, using him, and Scott soon realized he was not in control. At all.

“Fuck, boy, suck that cock with those sweet lips.”

He did, his insides twisting in a good way as Keith rewarded him with a loud, unmistakable groan. Keith pushed in deep, nearly gagging Scott as he came, the hand in his hair making it impossible to pull away even if he’d wanted to.

Which he didn’t.

After a moment, Keith’s grip gentled and he eased himself out just enough Scott could relax a little. His hand stroked Scott’s hair, and when he looked up, Keith smiled down at him.

“Sorry I couldn’t last longer, but it’s been nearly a week since I busted a nut, and that felt damn good.” He stroked Scott’s hair some more. “But that will help me last longer once I take that sweet ass of yours later tonight. First, I need to introduce you around to the gang.”

* * * *

The look of fear that washed over Scott’s face was nearly enough to harden Keith’s cock again right there.

“Don’t worry,” Keith assured him. “No one will know who you are, and no one will be doing anything to you but me.”

He held the base of the condom as he withdrew his softening cock from Scott’s mouth, then tugged on his hair, urging him to his feet. He kissed him, hard, deep, his tongue fucking Scott’s mouth.

“Go lie on the bed,” he ordered. “Facedown, at the end, ass at the edge, feet on the floor. Time to redden that sweet ass of yours.”

He cleaned up while Scott went to get into position. Still naked, Keith rooted through his gear bag and came up with a leather paddle and riding crop. Not the harshest implements in his bag, but he wanted to tenderize Scott, not burn him out before the evening even got started.

He reached between Scott’s legs and stroked the man’s balls. “You need to start shaving. Bush and balls. I like my boy hair-free.”

“Yes, Sir,” Scott mumbled, his tone deep in the realm of subspace.

Keith dropped the riding crop onto the bed, planted his left hand in the middle of Scott’s back, and started smacking him with the paddle in his right hand. He went easy at first, slowly, increasing the force and speed of his strokes until Scott squirmed on the bed. Fine-tuning for Scott’s level, he kept him hovering right at the edge of safewording, easing up alternated with a harder smack.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Keith said. “Such a good boy.”

When he stopped, Scott lay there gasping, chest heaving. Keith swapped out the paddle for the riding crop and again started slow, building up, until Scott had a series of purple stripes across his reddened ass.

Keith put down the crop and started stroking Scott’s ass, standing behind him, grabbing his hips. “Just think what it’s going to feel like when I spank you again before I slide my cock inside you.” He thrust, bumping against the base of the butt plug.

“I’m going to take my time fucking you, boy. Make sure your first time is memorable. Get you used to my cock, because you’re going to be getting a lot of it.”

He bumped the butt plug again, getting another wonderful moan from Scott. “No fucking strap-on,” he said. “Just a real cock. I can’t wait until I can christen this ass properly, either.”

He reached up and grabbed Scott’s hair, pulling his head up and back so he could bite his earlobe. “Whose ass is this?”

“Your ass, Sir.”

“Good boy.” He kissed his cheek and released him. “Stay there.”

Getting up, he opened the other suitcase, the one with miscellaneous gear. In it, the hood, as well as a leather jock he could put on Scott. In his implement bag he found the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and the matching leather collar, along with the chain leash.

He went back to the bed and snapped his fingers. “Stand up.”

Scott did, a little more slowly this time, a little wobbly on his feet.

Keith grinned, stepping in close. “That’s a beautiful look of subspace, boy. I can’t believe how hard and fast you fell into it. I like it.”