In Arrears (7 page)

Roth’s mouth twisted.
Got that right.
He’d taken on fully armored men that would make a professional fighter wet his skivvies.

The patron slid a hand down between Roth’s thighs to brush a finger along Roth’s rigid and bound cock. “He’s wearing a cock ring?”

Fox’s voice softened. “You may release him, at your discretion.”

“No, no, I like it.” The patron slid his hand under Roth’s knee and pushed his leg up. A thick, dry finger circled his anus, then pushed for entry.

The ache was sharp and biting. Roth bit down on his lip and pushed out to stop the pain.

The digit slid in smoothly, helped by the thick oil that had been used to clean him. The patron sighed. “He’s already prepped, I see.” He shoved his finger deeper and wriggled his finger, brushing lightly against that hot spot inside him. “God, he’s tight.”

Roth stiffened, his mind going briefly white with pleasure and frustration.

“He has been taken only the once.”

The patron pulled his finger free and huffed out a chuckle. “So he’s practically a virgin.” He palmed Roth’s balls.

“Very much so.”

Roth clenched his jaw and turned his face away, away from the patron and away from Fox’s corner. He sucked in a breath to force his body still, to keep from trembling. Being touched by someone he didn’t know, by someone he didn’t even like, should have felt disgusting. It should have, but it didn’t.

Every touch was a physical reminder of the sensations that had spilled through him when Fox had fucked him. A reminder of an orgasm like nothing he’d ever felt before. An orgasm his body wanted to have again.

It was the damned cock ring. Every touch, no matter how rude was adding to the overwhelming frustration generated by the cock ring forcing him to erection.
Fucking torture device...
It had to be the cock ring because this man, this patron was nothing like Fox. Yet, his body was not only reacting, he was on the verge of begging.

The patron’s breathing sped up to near panting. “And I can do anything I like with him?”

“Short of blood-letting, yes.” Fox’s voice was mildly pleasant, accommodating.

Roth scowled.
Asshole...

Fox cleared his throat. “Considering his extensive training and years of battlefield combat, we cannot guarantee your safety should his instincts to protect himself get the better of him.”

“Oh, I see.” The patron suddenly straddled Roth’s chest. His butt was wide, and the thighs straddling him soft. “What about a blowjob?”

“That’s perfectly fine.”

Roth rolled his eyes behind his blindfold.
Why am I not surprised?

The patron leaned forward and cupped one hand behind Roth’s head, lifting it. Something soft poked against Roth’s lips. “Open your mouth and suck me. Get me nice and hard.”

Roth opened his mouth and took in the guy’s semi-hardened dick. Experimentally, he stroked it with his tongue. It tasted of clean water, soap, and salty musk with a bitter undertaste. It wasn’t completely unpleasant, but it definitely wasn’t Fox.

“Oh yeah...” The patron groaned and hunched over his head, setting one hand on the floor, the other pushing the back of Roth’s head, jamming his cock all the way into Roth’s mouth to the balls. “Take it all and suck me, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy?
Roth seriously considered biting the guy’s dick off, but decided he didn’t want to deal with the bloody mess. It wasn’t that big a deal anyway, the guy wasn’t particularly impressive in size. His dick barely made it to the back of his throat.
Might as well get this over with.
He sucked, using his tongue to apply pressure.

The patron’s cock swelled to full erection almost immediately. The guy groaned and began to eagerly hump Roth’s face, his cock sliding in and out of Roth’s mouth in short, quick rabbit-fucks.

All Roth had to do was hold his suction.
Pathetic.
He almost felt bad for the guy. Salty bitter musk bloomed on his tongue.

The patron hissed and abruptly pulled from Roth’s mouth. “Don’t want to go too quick.” He rose from Roth’s chest. “Your boy is a little too good with his mouth.”

Fox purred from his corner. “Yes, he is.”

Roth’s felt heat fill his face.

The patron closed his hand around Roth’s cock. He stroked it from base to crown. “What a big boy he is.”

Carnal pleasure pulsed from Roth’s balls all the way up his spine. He gasped and arched upward, desperately seeking more. A dribble of cum slid from his cock and trailed downward.

The patron sighed. “All those straining muscles...so beautiful.” He chuckled. “Oh, his cock is weeping. He must want it badly.” There was a rustle of fabric. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t keep the poor boy waiting.”

Fox murmured close by. “For your pleasure, sir.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.”

The slight sound of wet skin slapping wet skin carried to Roth’s ear.
He’s greasing his cock.
He should have felt disgusted. He was being used like any other common whore, as an object for someone else’s pleasure. That didn’t stop his entire body from trembling with anticipation.
 

The patron grasped Roth under the right knee, lifted his leg, and pushed it high, almost to his chest, forcing Roth onto his side. He straddled the leg still on the floor. Something hard, thick, and slippery pressed against Roth’s anus.

Roth pushed to open himself.

The patron shoved hard with a grunt, thrusting himself all the way into Roth’s body.

Roth sighed out a soundless groan.
Finally...

The patron rolled his hips. His cock slid against Roth’s sweet spot.

A jolt of electrical pleasure made Roth shudder, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He rolled his hips to get more.
 

The patron sucked in a breath. “Oh, he’s an eager little slut.” He set Roth’s leg over his shoulder and gripped it tight. “Just the way I like them.” He pulled back and slammed back in then again, and again, grunting with each thrust.

Roth bit his lip in frustration. The bastard was missing the spot. He arched his back to angle the guy’s cock where he needed it. Pleasure seared him.
Yes!
He tightened his leg over the patron’s shoulder, his heel pressing into the patron’s back to hold him there.

The patron shuddered, his fingers digging into Roth’s thigh, and pounded into him faster. “Oh, fuck... Oh fuck...!”

Roth gasped with each hit on his sweet spot. It wasn’t quite as hard as he’d like, but... Tension rose slowly, agonizingly slowly. He teetered on the edge... His balls pulsed to release, his cock quivered. A tiny dribble of cum slid free. Climax retreated, washing back into his balls. Roth gasped in frustration. He couldn’t cum. The fucking ring had stopped him halfway through.

The patron released a hoarse shout and buried himself as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed and hot thick wetness spurted into Roth’s ass. “Oh, fuck...yes!” The patron groaned and rocked his hips, rolling his softening cock inside Roth’s body. “Mmm... That was a sweet fuck, a very sweet fuck.” He pulled free of Roth’s body, trailing wetness. “Definitely worth every penny I paid for him.” He pushed Roth’s leg over, rolling him onto his belly.

Desperate for any kind of friction to relieve himself, Roth spread his knees and pressed his burning cock against the mattress, seriously considering humping it.

Fingers pried Roth’s ass cheeks apart. “Heh... I opened him up nice and wide. Look at all the cum coming out of him.” He chuckled. “I dumped quite a load in there.” He pressed a finger into the wetness and smeared it down his balls.

Roth writhed. His balls twitched with desperate eagerness.
Goddamn it, quit teasing me!

The patron rose to his feet and fabric rustled. “Time for another bath, then back to the party for me.” His feet left the mattress to thud on the wooden floor.

Roth jerked his hands in their bindings. The bastard was just going to leave him like this?

Fox spoke from his corner. “I’m glad he pleased you.”

“Oh yeah, it was definitely a good fuck.” The sound of wood sliding against wood announced the opening of the door. “I’ll let the next guy know it’s his turn.”

Roth stiffened.
The next guy?

Fox spoke from his corner. “Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.” Fabric whispered close by and the mattress moved under someone’s feet. Fox spoke again from directly over Roth’s head. “I’m sure the hostess will inform the next guest, but by all means, let the others know that you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh, I will! I definitely will!” The door clacked closed.

The sound of a rag being rinsed and wrung out over a bowl of water was very close. A warm, wet, and soap-scented cloth stroked down Roth’s back and ass. “You did well.”

Roth turned his head away.
I’m thrilled
someone’s
happy.

“In five minutes, your next patron will come.” Fox slid the rag between Roth’s ass-cheeks, cleaning and soothing his abused nether region. “You only need to submit, just as you did this time, nothing more.” He grabbed Roth’s leg and flipped him over onto his back.

Roth’s cock arrowed straight from his body. He winced. His cock was one big throbbing ache.

Fox cupped his chin and turned his face upward. He stroked the cloth across his cheeks and down his sweaty neck. “Remember to focus on the moment, and the time will pass quickly.” He swept the cloth down Roth’s thighs. “Do not worry about this.” A hand closed around Roth’s cock.

Roth gasped and surged upward in sheer reaction.

“I will provide all the relief you need when your appointments are over.” Fox released him and rose from Roth’s side. “Remember, the better you please your patrons, the faster your servitude will end.”

Roth could care less about pleasing anyone. He could barely think past the ache in his dick.
Gotta get control of this...
He sucked in deep slow breaths, forcing his heart rate to slow down. It worked to some degree, but his cock didn’t feel any better. The blood-flow was constricted just a little too well.

~ * ~

Six

The door clacked open and the thud of bare feet announced that someone had entered the room. “Oh my, isn’t he a prime cut?” The voice was masculine but soft, almost delicate. “And gift-wrapped. How very sweet!” His footsteps approached quickly then fabric rustled at Roth’s side and the mattress tilted with additional weight right next to him. “Such incredible muscles...” Smooth soft hands swept out across Roth’s chest and belly.

Roth automatically writhed under the gentle caress, tugging at the silken cords that bound his wrists to the ring bolted to the floor.

“Oh...” The patron sighed in obvious pleasure. “My...companion told me that he was eager, but I had no idea.” He scraped short, blunt nails down Roth’s belly. “And I may do anything I like with him?”

Roth writhed under the sensation, yet he couldn’t help but note that the last patron had asked the same thing.

“Short of blood-letting, yes.” Fox’s mildly pleasant voice came from his corner. “Considering his extensive training and years of battlefield combat, we cannot guarantee your safety should his instincts to protect himself get the better of him.”

Roth frowned. The same reply. Was it some kind of standard answer?

The patron’s hand left him. “And this is why you’re here, because he’s...dangerous?”

“I will turn my back if you wish.”

“No, I don’t mind being watched.” The patron suddenly straddled Roth’s chest. His thighs were far more slender and his weight slighter than the last one. “In fact, I find it kind of exciting.”

Roth bit down on his bottom lip. Another blowjob?

“Can I...ride him?”

Roth suddenly realized that the patron was facing the other way, toward his cock.

“You may use him however you like.”

“Then don’t mind if I do.” The patron’s hand closed around Roth’s cock.

Roth dug his heel into the mattress and bucked upward, a soft desperate gasp leaving his lips.

“So hard...” The hand slid downward and the fingers brushed the metal binding Roth. “A cock ring...”

Fox’s voice softened. “You may release him, at your discretion.”

“Hmm... I think I like the idea of a man that can’t cum unless I want him to.”

“As you please.”

“Excellent.” The patron scooted back until he knelt over Roth’s face. “Lick me, handsome. Make me nice and wet.”

Roth blinked behind his blindfold. The guy was facing the wrong way if he wanted a blowjob. He stuck out his tongue anyway and encountered the guy’s somewhat hairy balls. He stroked it with his tongue and tasted clean skin. He smelled slightly of soap. This one had bathed too.
  

The patron sighed. “Very nice, but I want your tongue on my asshole.” He slid back a little further. “Give me a rim-job, and make it really wet.”

Oh, that.
Roth licked his lips. He’d done such to women before. It couldn’t be that much different. He stretched out his tongue. After a couple of experimental licks, he found the puckered target. He lapped all the way around, using a very wet tongue, and wriggled the tip at the opening. It wasn’t much different from doing it to a female, though it was missing the tang of pussy juice that normally dripped into to that area. In fact, this patron’s was cleaner than many women he’d encountered before.