Authors: Morgan Hawke
Fox chuckled. “You cannot use your hands to masturbate to climax. Your only option is to mount my cock.” The distinct sound of squirting liquid carried to Roth’s ear. It was followed by a subtle slapping sound of wet flesh moving along wet flesh.
Roth’s mouth went dry. Fox was greasing his dick.
Fox leaned closer. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
Roth remained frozen, his cock throbbing in time to his heartbeat.
~ * ~
Four
Soft whispers came from the audience in front of Roth. “Look, he’s so ready to cum, he’s dripping.”
“Hell, I’d let the guy fuck
me
. He’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen.”
“No shit, me too!”
Roth turned his ear toward Fox. The man
was
beautiful, and very good with his mouth...and hands. He licked his dry lips. He was probably good with the rest too.
And there
were
worse options—such as an auction. He hadn’t participated, but he’d witnessed more than one where a virgin was the prize. He’d stayed after the winner took off with his prize only once. The screams still haunted him.
Suddenly, being fucked by an expert didn’t seem all that bad a deal.
Fox’s voice rumbled out on a growl. “Would you rather I took you by force?”
By
force?
Roth stiffened. That would hurt like hell, not to mention probably rip him wide open. He shook his head.
Hell no!
“Very well then...” Fox’s deep, rich voice purred behind him. “Come to me.”
Roth blew out a nervous sigh, put his hands down on the futon mattress and started crawling backwards.
Fox’s hands made contact with Roth’s calves. “Spread your legs wider, and come up on your knees.”
Roth came up on his knees and let Fox’s hands guide him until he moved past Fox’s crossed legs and hovered over his lap.
The watching audience was dead silent.
Fox curled his arm around Roth’s hips. “Sit, slowly.”
Roth dropped his head, shielding his face behind his hair.
Am I really gonna do this?
Did he have a choice? The only other option—
rape
—might save his pride, but he really didn’t like the idea of that much pain
there
. He took a deep breath and bent his knees to sit.
Something hot, hard, slippery, and
thick
bumped into the crack of his ass, then moved to center on his anus.
He froze.
Fox’s arm tightened around his hips and pressed downward. “Push out, just like you did before.”
Somehow, having Fox’s arm around him was actually comforting. Roth took a breath and pushed. The hot crown of Fox’s cock nudged, pressed, then began to breach the muscles guarding the snug entrance to Roth’s body. The stretching of his body ached, but it didn’t burn. He wasn’t tearing. The flared edge of the crown passed fully into him, granting sudden relief. He released his held breath.
Fox’s arm closed around him in a vise-grip. He shoved, hard.
Roth’s knees gave under the pressure. A hot pole that felt like solid iron forged into him, spreading him wide. He threw his head back, his spine arcing, his muscles going taut, his mouth opening on a soundless moan. The pole slid deeper.
The hidden audience gave a collective sigh.
Roth’s spread thighs made contact with Fox’s folded legs.
Fox brushed his lips against Roth’s ear. “Good boy.” His arms slid around Roth’s body, caressing his chest. “Now, rock back and find that place of pleasure inside you.” He plucked at Roth’s nipples.
A hot wave of lust tingled all the way to his cock. Roth let his head fall back onto Fox’s shoulder and tilted his hips back in sheer reaction. The cock inside him moved and pressed against...
something
. Electric pleasure spilled through him. He gasped and immediately rolled his hips, rocking his ass in Fox’s lap to find it again. Pressure...
pleasure!
But not enough, it wasn’t enough.
He pressed his palms down on Fox’s thighs for leverage, and rocked harder, arching fully. The cock slid partway out, then back in to spear straight into that spot. Intense electric delight jolted through him, forcing a loud gasp from his throat. Liquid dribbled from the tip of his cock.
Damn it!
It still wasn’t enough to make him cum! He had to do it harder.
Fox gasped against his ear. His fingers slid down to dig into Roth’s hips. “Good, very good.” He lunged upward on Roth’s down-stroke.
A hard and brutal jolt of electric delight exploded inside him. Roth choked. A small amount of cum spat from his cock.
Yes!
That was it! But more, he needed
more
... He surged upward and slammed back down.
With a grunt of effort, Fox met him with another upward thrust.
The jolt of pleasure burned through him, and other spurt of cum spat from his cock, but it still wasn’t quite enough. He bared his teeth and shook his head in frustration, his red main flying.
Fox hummed in obvious amusement. “Do you want it harder, my steel tiger?”
Panting, Roth nodded without hesitation.
“Then allow me to assist you.” Fox’s fingers swept down Roth’s sweat-slick chest, then around to his back. He pressed. “Lean forward on your arms, and I will give you what you need.”
Roth hesitated. Fox was asking him to assume the classic position of submission, the position of someone begging for a fuck. Roth Jaeger didn’t beg, ever, but... But his aching dick
needed
relief.
He leaned forward and lowered his half-functioning hands to the mattress, then slid to his elbows. A pang stabbed his heart. His eyes watered, the tears slipping past his blindfold to drip down his cheeks. He dropped his chin and turned his head to hide behind his hair. His swept the heel of his hand across his burning cheek to wipe them away.
Fox leaned over his back, his hands pressing the mattress at Roth’s sides. “Don’t hide, let them see.” Fox cupped his chin and lifted Roth’s face from under his hair. “This is what they’ve come here to see, a powerful, deadly man humbled by the needs of ecstasy.” He brushed his lips against Roth’s ear. “Beauty beyond compare.” The fingers of his other hand sank into Roth’s hip. He rolled his hips against Roth’s ass, and the cock inside him slid against that sweet delicious spot.
Roth hissed in through his teeth and arched his back upward to feel more of it.
Damn it!
He
needed
to cum!
Fox’s hand slid from Roth’s chin to his hair. He sank his fingers in and fisted it at the base of Roth’s neck. “Head up, my tiger.” Fox rolled his hips again, grinding his cock deep into Roth’s ass. “Let them see you cum.”
The band around Roth’s throat tightened, cutting off even more of his air. Awash under the burn of near-ecstasy, he opened his mouth to gasp in a breath.
Fox pulled back and slammed in hard directly on that spot within.
Electric fire burned all the way up his spine, his entire body shuddering with the impact. Roth gasped out a silent scream.
Fuck...!
Fox slammed into him with a grunt then again, and again... The fingers of one hand dug into Roth’s hip with bruising force, pulling Roth back onto his cock, while the fingers of his other hand held Roth’s head up by the hair. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud and crisp.
Inundated by the fiery burn of intense pleasure, Roth’s mind went white, his thoughts completely erased by the hunger burning in his cock and balls. His body rocked back, slamming onto the cock fucking him closer, and closer to the hardest orgasm he’d ever experienced.
Ecstasy crested and exploded. He stiffened, every muscle going taut.
Fox suddenly curled his arm under Roth’s waist and yanked hard on his hair, forcing Roth upright on his trembling knees.
Roth choked and gasped, sucking for air even as his shuddering body emptied, and emptied, shooting string after string of cum. Dizziness overtook him, and he went boneless in Fox’s hold.
Fox released him, his cock slipping free of Roth’s body.
Roth collapsed on the mattress, landing flat on his belly, his legs splayed wide. He was only vaguely aware of a slapping noise and Fox’s groan, but there was no mistaking the hot, thick wetness that spattered his chilled and sweaty ass.
After fucking him damned near senseless, the bastard had cum on his ass.
The hoarse cheers and clapping from the audience faded into nothing.
Roth awoke flat on his back to broad but firm hands washing him down with a cloth. His eyes opened, but saw nothing. Belatedly, he realized that he could feel the itch of the blindfold that was still across his eyes.
Oh...
On the other hand, the cloth around his throat seemed to be gone. “What...happened?” It came out in a whisper, but it was better than no voice at all. “Fox?”
“I’m here.” A hand patted Roth’s shoulder. “You passed out.” Fox’s tone held amusement. “Our patrons were very pleased.”
“I’ll bet.” Roth turned his head away.
God...!
He still couldn’t believe that he’d actually gotten down on his knees and practically begged for Fox to fuck him.
He couldn’t believe how
good
it’d felt.
Fox set his arm around Roth’s shoulders and helped him to sit up. “Tomorrow at sunset, you will receive your first patron.”
Roth sat up and flinched from the dull and throbbing ache in his ass. Suddenly, Fox’s words registered.
“
Your first patron
...”
Oh, fuck...
They really
were
going to whore him out.
Fox pulled a robe around Roth’s shoulders. “Of course, I will be in the room also, as you will be blind and speechless.” A soft clink came from in front of Roth. The scent of lamb curry wafted to his nostrils. Something tapped Roth’s lower lip. “Open your mouth so you can eat.”
Roth opened his mouth to say,
I can feed myself...
But he couldn’t. His fingers wouldn’t hold a fork or spoon.
A piece of meat was slipped between his parted lips.
Roth’s mouth watered and his stomach clenched in hunger. He chewed.
“Good.” Another tap arrived at Roth’s lower lip.
Roth opened his mouth to accept another bite. Rice this time, flavored with sweet curry and raisins.
“Let me know when you need to relieve yourself.”
Roth ducked his head. “Wine?”
“No wine for you. It sours the semen. I have water.”
Roth scowled. “I want to get drunk.”
I want to forget...
Fox chuckled. “I’m sure you do, but I’m afraid that I cannot allow that.”
Roth hunched his shoulders. “A cigarette?”
“Yes, that you may have, now that you’ve done your service duties for the night.” He tapped Roth’s bottom lip. “After you finish eating.”
Roth snorted, but took in the next bite of food. He chewed and swallowed. “Does this mean my training’s done?”
Fox pressed what could only be a glass against Roth’s lips. “Drink.”
Roth took a careful sip.
Water...
“Have you ever given a blowjob?”
Roth damned near spat the whole mouthful back out. He’d have to do
that
too? He swallowed the water down, hard. “Eh... I’ve received them?”
Fox caught Roth’s chin and turned his head back toward him. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” He wiped at Roth’s damp lips with a cloth. “Your duties as a courtesan will be very simple. You suck them to erection then let them fuck you in the position of their choice. With your hands and feet disabled, you won’t be asked to do much more than that.”
Roth rolled his eyes behind his blindfold. “I won’t be
able
to do much more than that.”
“Precisely.”
“And people are willing to pay for this?”
“They know your condition is temporary. You will be restored to full killing capacity at the end of your term, which is why you will also remain blindfolded.” He chuckled softly. “They don’t want you hunting them down afterwards.”
Roth frowned deeply. “I still don’t get why anyone would pay to fuck someone that can’t even touch them.”
“You underestimate your own fierce reputation. They don’t want you to touch them. They want to touch
you
. You’re booked solid for the next five days.”
“Eh...?” Roth sat up straight.
Booked solid...?
A tap on his bottom lip let him know that food was there. He opened his mouth.
Fox pressed another bit of meat between Roth’s lips. “Your performance this night was exemplary. Not only did four out of the five gentlemen make immediate appointments, we received several phone calls shortly thereafter.”
Roth swallowed. “How many?”
“It’s better if you do not know.” Fox swept a cloth across Roth’s lips. “Concentrate on what’s immediately before you and nothing else. It will make the time pass more swiftly.”
Roth nodded. It was how he handled his battles. Pay attention to the target closest to you. Eliminate, and go on to the next. Don’t think. Just...
do
.