A Turn of the Screwed (6 page)

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Here’s the rules for tonight while you’re on my leash. You don’t speak unless I tell you to. You do what I say, when I say it. You have any boots?”

“No, sir.”

“Dammit. We’ll need to get you a pair. What size do you wear?”

“Ten and a half.”

“Okay, we’re close then. Good. A thick pair of socks, you’ll be fine. I’ve got another pair I can wear.” He put the hood on Scott first, lacing it up the back. When he turned him back around, he smiled as he stared into Scott’s gorgeous blue eyes.

Cupping the back of Scott’s head, he pulled him in close for another kiss. “No one will know who you are,” he said. “But they’ll all know you belong to me.” He pointed at Scott’s left hand. “You might want to leave that in here for tonight, though.”

Scott glanced down at his hand and spotted his wedding ring, then started working it off. Keith held out his palm for it, putting it on the dresser next to Scott’s wallet and cell phone. “It’ll be safe there, just like you’ll be safe with me.”

He bucked the collar around Scott’s neck, snapping the leash to it. Then he got the wrist and ankle cuffs buckled on him, and handed him the jock.

“Put that on.”

While Scott did that, Keith dug out socks and boots for Scott to wear. Then he found the leather pair of shorts he’d be wearing, and the fancier pair of military boots he’d brought, which he hadn’t planned to wear tonight. But they’d complete his outfit.

With Scott properly attired, Keith grabbed the leash and led him to the mirror over the vanity, standing behind him, reaching around him and pinching Scott’s nipples.

“Look at that, boy,” Keith said. “Look at you. Just think what it’ll feel like to have my rings in your nipples, always being reminded who owns you.” He twisted them until Scott let out a soft cry, then backed off.

“That’s what I like,” Keith said. “I like hearing you make noises. Don’t you fucking keep quiet, or it means I’m going to have to hurt you more.”

He bit the top of Scott’s left shoulder, sucking hard, his own cock stirring at the moans the other man let out.

“That’s right. I’m going to mark you, boy. You’re going to wear
my
marks. My rings.” He reached down and grabbed Scott’s ass, digging his fingers in. “You’re going to leave this weekend a changed man.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Keith was tempted to stay in the room, but knew if they did that they wouldn’t be leaving until either hunger or checkout time forced them out.

And he did want to hang out with some of his friends he didn’t get to see all that often. Plus there was the contest. That was tomorrow night, but tonight was a meet and greet for the contestants, a leather boy competition. He wasn’t sure which group, he couldn’t keep them straight, but it provided for some nice eye candy.

After attaching a double-ended snap clip to hold Scott’s wrists together in front of him, Keith grabbed his room card and a credit card and tucked them into the pocket of his shorts. Then he grabbed Scott’s leash and tugged.

“Let’s go.”

Scott barely hesitated at the door, which Keith had anticipated. As they walked out, the force of the music and noise of the attendees filling the courtyard slammed into them.

Keith pulled the room door shut behind them and tested it. “Stay with me,” he told Scott. “And pay attention to me.”

He led him downstairs to the courtyard, where Keith scanned the area for anyone he knew. Marvin was holding court with a few other people in some chairs at one end of the pool.

Might as well.

He led Scott over to the group and snapped his fingers, pointing at his feet.

Scott immediately dropped into the correct position.

Marvin, who was smoking a cigar and had his boot-clad feet propped up on a twink’s ass, sat up, his eyes widening. “Is that your fresh meat from before?”

Keith glanced down at Scott. “Yep. Thanks for not poaching him out from under me.”

“Dammit. He’s got a fine ass.” Marvin grinned. “Feel up to sharing?”

“Sorry, you know I’m greedy. I don’t share my toys.”

“Yeah, I know, but it never hurts to ask.” He slapped the guy’s ass he’d been propping his boots on, because the guy had sat up. “Who said you could get up?”

The twink immediately dropped back onto all fours as Marvin returned his boots to his back. “Hope this works out for you. I know you’ve been looking for a while.”

“We’ll see.”

Marvin was a player. He and his long-time boyfriend, Kendell, who had lived together for nearly twenty years, had an arrangement. Marvin got to get his leather freak on, as long as he didn’t bring anyone or anything home with him that couldn’t be washed off with soap and water, and his boyfriend was a stay-at-home slave.

Marvin, a successful personal injury attorney, could afford to keep Kendell at home, baking and taking care of their place. He was Marvin’s respectable other half, the one Marvin could dress in fine suits and take with him to Chamber of Commerce functions and not get weird looks.

Kendell didn’t enjoy going out to clubs or the party scene. Kendell had a weekend houseboy of his own who’d come over while Marvin was out partying.

Everyone was happy. Hey, if it worked for them, Keith wouldn’t knock it. It just wasn’t his style. He didn’t like anonymous sex, he didn’t like partying, and he didn’t like not being able to remember the names of all the guys he’d fucked. Nothing against guys who did, it just wasn’t what he wanted.

He didn’t know exactly what it was about Scott that had already burrowed under his skin like a tick. The vulnerability in his eyes, the trust. Yes, Keith wasn’t stupid. He could be setting himself up for disappointment. The guy might give him a fake phone number and then Keith would never see him again.

But somehow, he didn’t think so. Maybe it was naive, but he wanted to trust Scott, the way Scott was trusting him.

He stood there talking to Marvin and some others for nearly half an hour. The entire time, Scott remained perfectly still and in position. After scanning the courtyard, Keith located another cluster of friends on the other side. He tugged Scott’s leash and the man jumped up, following him without any delay.

Keith shot a pleased smile over his shoulder. “Good boy.”

This time, Keith was able to settle into a vacated chair while talking to his friends. He put Scott on his hands and knees and, taking a page from Marvin’s playbook, used Scott as a footrest while talking.

He knew from the bulge in the front of Scott’s leather jock that he was hard, horny, and probably leaving a hell of a wet spot on the inside of that jock.

That was fine, because the outline of his own hard cock was clearly visible along the front of the leather shorts he wore.

After another half hour or so, Keith got up and led Scott off to one side of the courtyard, where he pulled him in close with the leash.

“How’s my boy doing?” Keith asked.

That sweet, subbie glaze still lingered in Scott’s blue eyes. “Good, Sir.”

“Excellent. Next time we settle somewhere and I put you down on the ground, you lick my boots, both of them, for as long as we’re there. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Soles, too?”

Keith grinned. “I admire your enthusiasm, but no. I don’t want you puking your guts up because you pick up something.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

His gaze narrowed. “Had I told you to, you would have, wouldn’t you?”

Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t have liked it, but I would have done it.”

He pulled Scott in for another deep kiss, reaching down and squeezing the front of the jock.

Sure enough, Scott’s cock was hard.

“Good boy,” Keith told him. “Like I said, I don’t like to break my toys. Marvin would have you licking the damn concrete just to make him laugh before he used you as a toilet, but I’m not into that. Just remember, you can always tell me red or yellow, and we’ll talk. I don’t want a doormat who grows to resent me.”

“Yes, Sir. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Keith felt like he stood on the edge of an abyss, one foot hanging out over the darkness and his weight dangerously shifting forward. “You’re not going to disappoint me if you communicate like an adult.”

* * * *

Scott struggled not to hump his hips against Keith’s hand. Relief filled him at confirmation that Keith had limits and wanted him to safeword if they drew too close to Scott’s.

He suspected someone like Marvin was more interested in the party than a partner. Guys like Marvin could always find someone else to party with, who wanted to ride that edge.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh, you thank me
now
.” He turned Scott and pointed at a large tent that had been set up at one end of the courtyard, in the grass, a tent that stretched across almost the entire courtyard and had sides so you couldn’t see inside.

“See that? That’s the dungeon for the weekend. Pretty much anything goes in there. Tomorrow night, your ass is going to be in a sling—literally—while I fuck your brains out in front of everyone and show them what a good boy you are for me. Understand?”

Scott’s cock throbbed. “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t even going to question the legalities of that, how they could get away with something like that when a club like Venture had rules against outright sex.

Keith pressed against Scott’s back, the man’s hard cock pressing through the leather shorts and against Scott’s freshly beaten and sore ass. He grabbed Scott’s hips and started grinding against him. “Going to pop your public cherry, while I’m giving you a hand job. You’ll come for me like a good boy, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Keith chuckled and bit down on the top of Scott’s right shoulder. Scott briefly thought about Noel and hoped she didn’t spot the marks before he shoved those thoughts away.

She’d assured him he could come here and play, have sex, whatever he wanted, as long as he was safe.

If Keith had wanted to try to pull something, he wouldn’t have wrapped his cock for a blowjob, for chrissake.

Trust had to start somewhere. So far, Keith hadn’t done anything to violate Scott’s trust. He’d keep his eyes open and not ignore anything, but he also wouldn’t start assuming Keith was anything but what he said he was.

If he was proved wrong, and Keith violated his trust…well, he’d deal with that if and when it happened.

* * * *

Behind the anonymity of the hood, Scott realized he could relax and just be, following Keith’s orders and not worrying if anyone recognized him.

No one could recognize him. He was just one of hundreds of guys in the darkened courtyard with only the lights from the pool, the bouncing disco lights, and lights from the walkways and from the windows of the poolside rooms around the courtyard providing any light. He saw some of the men, obviously Tops from their demeanor, turning to look at him following Keith.

The fact that Keith was proudly leading him around, casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, turned Scott on even more.

It was hard not to contrast the difference between that and Noel timidly walking around Venture or a private party with him following her. He hadn’t brought any of that gear with him this weekend, not wanting her to see it missing if she went into the closet. Just the butt plugs, which were usually in one of his dresser drawers anyway.

It was enough that she was letting him go this weekend. He didn’t want to rub it in her face. Didn’t want her to think this was about any lacking on her part, because it wasn’t.

But the fact that a guy was now leading him around, willingly, almost eager to talk to his friends with Scott literally at his feet, was a massive turn-on.

He couldn’t lie about that.

His aching cock wouldn’t have allowed him to lie about it, anyway.

The next time they stopped, near the bar they’d sat and talked at earlier, Keith snapped his fingers and pointed. Scott dropped to his knees and closed his eyes as he started licking Keith’s boots.

Keith reached down and rubbed the back of the hood. “Such a good boy. Yes you are.”

He wondered if Keith could feel the way he was moaning through the leather of his boots even as he licked them.

* * * *

It was hard for Keith to concentrate on the conversation when he could feel Scott moaning as he licked his boots.

Damn.

He’d met do-me subs before, and Scott was anything but one of those, so far. He’d followed orders without whining or trying to top from the bottom, and it was reeeeally making it hard for Keith to focus on anything but the man at his feet.

The man with the really hot, technically virgin ass.

In fact, his own cock throbbed as he thought about looking into Scott’s eyes the first time he slid his cock up the man’s ass, with Scott on his back and under him.

Fuck.

He’d really wanted to hang around, but it’d been nearly a year since he’d had anything more than a blowjob, and right now the siren song of Scott’s ass was calling to him in a really hot and loud way.

He waited for an appropriate break in the conversation before tugging on the leash. Scott climbed to his feet as Keith said good-bye and headed toward the stairs closest to his room.

When they emerged from the stairwell, they passed the redheaded guy again. This time, he wore a pair of tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a collar and leather cuffs, as he followed an older bear down the corridor.

Scott barely hesitated, just taking up the slack in the leash before apparently remembering he was hooded and unrecognizable.

Keith stopped and turned to him, smiling. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Just trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Grabbing the leash up close to the collar, Keith led him toward the room.

Keith liked that Scott awaited his orders once the door was closed behind them. Keith sat on the end of the bed and held up his right foot.

“Get them off me.”

Scott dropped to his knees and started unlacing them. Once he was back to his bare feet, Keith tugged on the leash, pulling Scott’s head into his lap, between his legs. This was one of the things he loved, the physicality, the closeness, the intimacy. Not just the sex, which was great, duh, but the power exchange.