In Arrears (9 page)

Fox kissed him right back with teeth and tongue. Groaning directly into Roth’s mouth, he pumped his cum deep into Roth’s ass.

The night passed pretty much the same. Clean up, toilet, food, cigarette, sleep.

The next day was more of the same.

That night, his first patron fucked Roth on his back while Fox fucked his throat. The guy didn’t remove his cock ring.

His second patron of the night turned out to be yet another pair, and they removed the cock ring. After setting him on his hands and knees, one guy fucked Roth up the ass while the other lay face-up under them getting fucked by Roth. Roth got an ass-full of cum, but he was asked to pull out of the guy beneath him and cum on his cock.

The cleanup, dinner, and cigarette went pretty much like before, but Roth found himself wide awake only a few hours after falling asleep, with a hard-on that wouldn’t die.

Fox stirred next to him. “Roth, is there a problem?”

Roth felt his face heat. “Uh, nothing I can’t take care of my...” He stopped. He couldn’t take care of it. His hands didn’t work. “Shit.”

Fox sat up among their blankets. “You’re erect?”

Roth threw his arms over his blindfolded eyes. “Yeah.”

Fox leaned away, then leaned over him, setting his hands to either side of Roth’s shoulders. “Raise your knees and spread your legs.”

Roth did as asked.

Fox settled himself between Roth’s knees and pushed into him.

Roth sighed with pleasure and closed his legs around Fox’s hips.

Fox leaned over him and kissed him while grinding into him, slow and sweet.

Roth kissed him back and rolled up to meet him. Climax came in a soft but utterly delicious wave. Gasping softly, he spilled himself on both their bellies.

After a quick clean up, they fell back asleep sharing a pillow, their legs entwined.

Roth lost track of the days that passed, as each was pretty much identical to the last.

On a night like all the others, Roth lay on his back panting on the mattress after servicing his first patron, annoyed as fuck because once again, the guy had left the fucking cock ring on.

Fox knelt at his side to wipe him clean of cum and sweat as usual. “Jaeger...”

Roth turned toward him in surprise. Fox hadn’t used his name once since the first time they’d met.

Fox continued his work with the warm damp towel. “You may not have been the best behaved debtor I’ve put into service, but you are certainly the most memorable.” He picked up his bowl and walked back to his corner.

Roth frowned.
Where the hell did that come from?
The binding around his throat prevented him from asking Fox what the fuck he was talking about right then, but he certainly intended to ask him as soon as it came off.

The scrape of wood against wood announced the arrival of the second patron. According to the bare feet padding on the wooden floor, he was alone.
 

The patron sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh...my.” His voice was very soft. He padded a little closer. Smooth and delicate fingers traced down Roth’s arm to his wrist. “I was, um, told that he doesn’t have use of his hands or feet.”

Roth frowned. The patron’s voice sounded very familiar, but he couldn’t place where he’d heard it before.

“This is correct.” Fox’s voice was particularly soft. “His voice has also been removed.”

The patron stilled utterly. “Is it...permanent?”

“Not at all.” Fox’s tone was mildly pleasant.

“Oh?” The patron released a soft breath. “May I ask how it was done?”

“Acupuncture needles applied in the tap meridians. Any expert could easily reproduce this effect, or remove it.”

The patron traced his fingers across Roth’s chest then down his belly. “A cock ring?”

“You may release him, at your discretion.” Fox’s voice held a distinct note of humor.

“Eh?” The patron yanked his hand away from Roth’s skin. “Me?”

Roth bit his lip to keep from laughing himself.
He’s shy.
It was almost...cute.

Fox chuckled softly. “You are the patron. We are here to serve your needs.” Cloth rustled close by, indicating that Fox had approached. The mattress gave under Fox’s steps. “Use this oil on your hands, on his flesh, and on the ring itself. Pull the ring slowly and carefully. Just be aware that without it, it won’t take much for him to cum.”

The patron swallowed audibly. “O-okay.” The sound of damp hands rubbing together came from the patron’s side of the mattress. Gentle fingers closed around Roth’s cock.

The slight pressure was too tempting to resist. Roth bucked up into the hands that held him.

The patron yanked his hands back.

Fox chuckled. “No need to be afraid. He’s merely eager for release.”

The patron released his breath. “O-oh. Then I better get it off him.” He closed his long fingers around Roth’s cock more firmly.

Roth writhed. The guy’s smooth hands felt so damned good.

Fox cleared his throat. “I meant that the last patron didn’t let him cum.”

The patron’s hands clenched tightly around Roth’s cock. “I, uh, see.”

Roth huffed out a voiceless groan. His hands felt too good.
Hurry up and get it off me, damn it
!

Fox dropped to nearly a whisper. “He’s waiting for you.”

The patron sucked in a deep breath. “Okay.” He slid his oil-slick hands all the way around Roth’s cock then slid his fingers around the ring. He took a deep breath, and pulled slowly, but firmly. The ring slipped free.

Roth sighed heavily in relief, until the blood rushed into the constricted area and burned. He hissed.

“I will take that.” Fox’s voice was firm.

“Okay.” The patron took a breath. “So, um, how do I get him to cum?”

Fox snorted. “Well, the quickest way would be to fuck him.”

The patron swallowed audibly. “F—fuck him?” His voice sailed into the upper registers.

Roth stilled.
I
know
I’ve heard that that voice before!
 

Fox chuckled. “That’s what he’s here for. So, how would you like to fuck him, on his back, or on his hands and knees?”

“Eh...” He cleared his throat. “What would you...suggest?”

Fox hummed. “Is this your first man?”

The patron choked.

Fox snorted. “I’ll take that for a ‘yes’.” Fabric rustled toward Roth’s head. “For your first ride, I would suggest you take him on his back. He’s particularly responsive to it, and it will give you the best view.”

“But, I, uh...”

Fox settled by Roth’s head. “I understand that you’ll probably cum very quickly, but I assure you, at his level of excitement, he will too.”

The patron coughed. “Hey now...!”

“Now then, apply the oil to your cock as thickly as possible. He’s already been prepared and ridden once, so there’s no need to prep him yourself. I will warn you, though, that your next ride will probably not only take oiling internally, but also stretching with the fingers to accommodate you comfortably.” Fox cleared his throat. “As you are not a small man.”

The patron drew in a trembling breath. “You’re sure this is the uh, best way to do this?”

Fox purred. “He will enjoy it greatly, I assure you.”

The patron sighed. “Okay.” The sound of squelching oil was soft. “Could you, um...?”

“Turn my back? Of course. I’ll even retreat to the corner.” The sound of rustling fabric faded into the far corner.

The patron sighed and walked toward Roth’s feet.

Panting softly, Roth obligingly parted his legs and lifted his knees. His cock was aching for release, and he didn’t care how he got it.

The patron dropped to his knees between Roth’s thighs. He took a deep breath and pressed the head of his cock against Roth’s anus. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Roth was not about to let the patron’s shyness keep him from his release. He closed his legs around the guy’s hips and tightened them.

The patron’s cock slid right into him. The patron gasped and fell over top of Roth, his hands landing to either side of Roth’s chest. “God, it’s hot!”

Roth threw his arms around his patron’s shoulders to keep him in place against his chest. He rolled his hips to get the cock within him centered on his sweet spot, then used his thighs and heels to encourage his patron to thrust into him.

The patron moaned sweetly and bucked hard.

Roth released a voiceless groan. Fox had been right. The patron was
not
a small man. It felt damned good. He eased the tightness of his legs to allow the patron to withdraw then squeezed hard to drive him back in.

His patron moaned and bucked in again, harder than before.

Roth rose to meet him, just as hard.

That was apparently all the encouragement the patron needed. The man thrust hard all by himself then again, and again, his breaths coming in soft moans and gasps.

Roth met him stroke for stroke with enthusiasm. The guy was right on his sweet spot, and the way he was increasing the power with each thrust, his patron would soon have him screaming. Not that he had a voice to express it.

The patron widened his knees for better leverage and slammed in hard with a grunt, then again, and again.

Roth arched his back and met him just as hard.
Just a little bit more
...

Grunting with each stroke, his patron thrust violently, his hips slapping loudly against Roth’s ass.

The intense electrical fire of climax bloomed within Roth and shattered outward. He clutched his patron to him, locking his arms and legs around him and arched into him, forcing the man’s cock as deep as it could go. His balls clenched deliciously and released. He shuddered hard and hot cum spilled from him, spattering both their bellies.

His patron moaned in obvious desperation. “Oh god... Oh shit...!” He stiffened and shuddered. Thick wetness spurted into Roth’s ass. He bucked a few more times in an obvious attempt to prolong the sensations.

They both collapsed, panting.

The man’s scent of soap and musk drifted to Roth’s nose. It was familiar too, but he simply couldn’t place it any more than he could place the voice.

The patron’s breath brushed his ear. “Forgive me.” A needle stabbed into the side of Roth’s neck and chill liquid pumped into him.

What the...?
He jerked upright, but whatever was in the needle worked very fast. It knocked him right back down again.
Fox!

The patron lifted himself from Roth’s body and turned away. “Can we talk, Mr. Fox?”

Roth’s body grew weighted, and then he knew no more.

~ * ~

Eight

Roth awoke staring into the pouch-rimmed eyes of the extremely aged Dr. Kruz. The old medic was so close that his gray curly ponytail, the only hair on his head, hung over his shoulder.
 

Roth flinched back.
Gross! What a thing to wake up to!
He looked around and frowned. He was in a hospital bed. There were vaulted and beamed ceilings high over head and the walls were made of mortared stone. It looked like the medical wing of the Company headquarters.

The short and heavily wrinkled, balding man pursed his lips at him. “So, how do you feel, Lieutenant Colonel Jaeger?”

Roth blinked.
How do I feel?
Draggy and muzzy-headed, actually.
It was a rather familiar feeling. “Like I just woke up from a particularly long drinking binge.” His voice was hoarse and his throat kind of ached. He rubbed at it.
Holy crap, that was some dream I had!
Paying his debts off by playing whore?
He hoped to God that he never crawled back into whatever bottle had given him
that
vision of insanity.

Kruz nodded. “To be expected. The drug used on you was intended to knock out a horse.” He lifted a familiar-looking cloth-wrapped bundle from the bedside table, then hopped down from the white painted ladder-backed chair he’d been standing on. The man was barely tall enough to see over the edge of the bed.

Roth pushed to sit up. “Hey, what’d you do to me?” He rubbed at his eyes.

Kruz casually tucked the cloth bundle into the sleeve of his deep blue Chinese tunic. “I used my needles to restore your voice, your hands, and your feet.

Roth froze. It
hadn’t
been a dream? His hand went to his throat then he pulled it back to hold both hands in front of his face and made fists. Everything worked like normal, as though it actually
had
been a twisted dream.

“You know, Jaeger...” Kruz turned to look at him. The set of wrinkles that passed for his eyebrows lifted. “They wouldn’t tell me where they found you.”

Roth bared his teeth at the old man. “Good.” He grabbed the blankets and pulled them off. “Because I’ll kill anyone that does.” He frowned down at the thin hospital robe he’d been put in. “Where are my clothes?”