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Topping Timothy: A Novel of Gay Bondage and Romance by Erin O'Niall

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ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN ****

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TOPPING TIMOTHY By ERIN O'NIALL ISBN 9781615081011 All rights reserved Copyright © 2009 Erin O'Niall This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission. For information contact: SizzlerEditions.com Sizzler Editions A Renaissance E Books publication

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CHAPTER ONE The hot, stale club air rolled around Timothy. He took a deep breath and scanned tonight's crowd, searching for a likely candidate. Timothy Archer wasn't into relationships. He liked his fucks compliant, easy and agreeable to leaving in the morning with nothing more than a few spoken words. Timothy liked men he could dominate, men he could have his way with and would beg for more. He preferred no strings attached sex. He wasn't looking for a partner or a submissive, and certainly not one of the mousey boys who groveled and called themselves slaves. Timothy just wanted a good time. His eyes lighted on the black clad form of Christopher Taggert sitting further down the bar. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Timothy repressed a shiver. Taggert wasn't his type and far out of his league. Suave, beautiful, and dangerous, Taggert wasn't at the club searching for an easy fuck. His purpose knelt at his feet, naked to the waist, and sporting a pair of chaps that left the boy's backside bare. Gold rings glinted from the boy's nipples, and a mask obscured his face. A thick collar surrounded his neck. Silver d-rings glinted on the black leather, and Taggert held the matching leash. The boy didn't move, and Taggert ignored him, occasionally tugging on the leash when the slave's posture slipped. When Taggert moved, the slave moved with him, crawling on all fours like a dog. Timothy tore his eyes away from the scene. He turned his back to the room and waved at the bartender. "Another 5


beer." The bartender glanced at Taggert before he put the bottle on the counter. "He's checking you out." Timothy shrugged. "Not my type." The bartender leaned close and grinned. "You know, I used to be just like you. I wanted nothing to do with being a bottom boy, but then one day, I tried it, and it was fucking amazing. Taggert makes you feel special." Timothy glared at the man. "He's not my type." He said the words slowly, hoping the man would get the hint. He shrugged. "Your choice, but he's still checking you out." Timothy swirled his drink around, curious about Christopher Taggert, but at the same time, he wanted to forget that intense stare across the room. He wanted to concentrate on the now. His eyes finally lighted on a pert, little blond who'd just left the dance floor and sat down at the bar. His shoulder length hair looked a little greasy, and he had that unfocused glaze that suggested he was tripping on something. His face was handsome though, and more importantly, his body looked tight and hard. Timothy took his beer and sat down beside him. He barely noticed. "I haven't seen you here before." The glazed eyes stared at him for a minute. "I just moved here a few weeks ago. I've only been here twice. You?" Timothy took a long drink of his beer. "Pretty regular. Are you alone?" The glazed eyes swept down Timothy's body. "For now." He accepted some sort of mixed drink from the bartender and 6


turned around to thrust his glass at Taggert and his play thing. "That's sick." Timothy watched Taggert lead his boy across the room to the bar. "Not into leather, I take it." The guy shrugged. "I wouldn't let anyone lead me around like that. It's just not right." "I see." Timothy sipped his drink, unsure if he wanted to pick this guy up or not. He'd wanted to play with his toys, but this one might not be interested in anything more than a vanilla fuck. "Don't get me wrong. I like games as much as the next guy, but not like that." He pointed to Taggert's boy again. Timothy stared at the boy. His bare ass framed by the chaps allowed Timothy to see fading marks on the smooth skin. The boy made no protest, never flinched when a curious hand reached down to slap the tight ass. Another man stopped to talk to Taggert, and at a soft command the boy spread his legs and put his face on the sticky floor, exposing himself to the stranger. Timothy's cock twitched at the sight, and he forgot all about the guy beside him until he spoke again. "And I sure as hell wouldn't want to be passed around like I'm nothing but a fuck doll." Timothy started. His eyes were still glued to the scene. Taggert handed the leash to the other man, and the boy was led away. Most likely to the back rooms. What happened to him there Timothy could only imagine. He avoided those rooms. 7


Taggert met his gaze from the far side of the bar, and Timothy shivered. A long time ago, he'd wanted someone like Taggert, someone who could take him places, but that time was gone. He wrenched his gaze away, searching the crowd for someone to take home. "What do you say we get out of here?" Timothy had forgotten the blond beside him. He stared for a moment. "Sure. My place or yours?" "Yours." The man leaned close. "You can call me Taig." A gentle touch skated down Timothy's back. "I like it however you want to give it to me, as long as it is hot and hard." Timothy's cock twitched again, and he smiled at Taig. "Ready?" Taig downed the rest of his drink and grabbed Timothy's hand, leading him out of the club. Once outside, he pushed Timothy against a wall and kissed him. A soft tongue wormed its way inside Timothy's mouth, and a strong hand groped at his rising cock. "Only if you are." Taig massaged his cock through the fabric. "And it definitely feels like you are." Timothy forced his tongue between the questing lips and earned a soft whimper when Taig began to suck it. Perhaps this wouldn't be quite so bad after all. "Oh, I'm ready," he whispered. "The question is are you?" Taig pressed close, thrusting his crotch against Timothy's. "What do you think?" Timothy answered with a soft laugh and led his catch out to his car. He tried to banish the memory of Taggert's intense stare on the drive home, just like he tried to ignore Taig's lustful touches. The dark was a blessing, at least Taig couldn't 8


see his occasional roll of the eyes, or his faint disgust. Some part of Timothy wanted more than this one night fuck. Once Taig's high wore off, he'd be confused and disoriented, and Timothy wanted no part of that. He thought about Taggert again, and the long buried part of him that envied that boy at the club stirred. He imagined himself in that same position-bound, helpless, and waiting to be used. He shook his head and reminded himself that Taggert was way out of his league. "Here we are," he said when he pulled into the driveway. He shoved all thoughts of Taggert and his own buried fantasies aside. "Spending the night?" The motion lights on the garage came on when they walked past. "Depends," Taig said. "On what?" "How good a fuck you are. If you're good, I might want a morning recap. If you aren't, I'll take a cab home." Timothy fumbled with his keys and managed to mumble, "I see." Once inside, they barely managed to shut the door before they ripped away clothing and fused their mouths together, jabbing and thrusting their tongues together with desperate urgency. Timothy pulled away long enough to lead Taig to the bedroom. He threw open the drawer in his bedside table that held his toys and rolled a condom down his cock. Taig watched from the center of the bed, legs spread, cock flushed, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. "Maybe I wanted it bare." 9


"I don't do it that way." He pushed Taig onto his back. "If that's what you want you'll have to look elsewhere." He wrapped his lips around the mushroom head of Taig's cock and sampled him, sucking gently. He stopped before Taig shot his load and pushed the soft knees to Taig's chest. "Any complaints?" Taig laughed. "Hardly. Just do it. I want your hard cock inside me." Timothy pressed into Taig's ass, drawing out the motion as long as he could. A whimper met each bit of length. Taig's ass was tight and warm, and Timothy thrust into him hard and fast, barely paying attention to anything other than the task at hand. When it was over, he pulled out and cleaned them both up. They lay side by side for a moment, before Taig's hand found Timothy's cock. "Your turn," he said softly, caressing until Timothy's cock began to rise again. He claimed Timothy's lips. "I want to fuck you." Timothy shivered and sat up before Taig could touch him again. "No, thanks." Taig's touched his chest and ran his fingers through the dark curls. "I could make you feel so good, just like you did me a moment ago." Timothy pushed the hand aside. "No, thanks." Taig pouted when Timothy left the bed and reached for a pair of sweats. "Are you saying you don't want me?" Timothy glared at his lover. "I've already had you." "Then turn about is only fair." 10


Timothy pulled the sweats up. "I don't think so." Before Taig could protest again. "Look, I don't bottom. I'll fuck you silly, but I don't like it. I don't do it bare. I don't want it bare. I think you should leave." He stood close to the door, away from the questing hands of his guest. Taig stalked past him and returned a few minutes later with his clothes. "You weren't that great anyway. I've had better." He dressed in a few swift motions. "Maybe you should try that creep at the club. You certainly spent enough time checking him out. He might be able to teach you a thing or two." "Taggert?" Taig didn't answer him, he'd just whipped out his cell phone and called for a cab. He left without another word. As soon as he heard the front door close, Timothy sat down on the bed. The scent of sex still clung to the air, and he breathed it in. A little part of him wanted Taig to come back, wanted to let him have is way and do whatever he wanted. Timothy had just never been able to forget the one time he'd let a partner try to fuck him. Granted, the guy hadn't used lube or any sort of prep, but Timothy could never get past the memory of the pain. He thought about the boy Taggert had led around and wondered if he was still in those back rooms being fucked and probed and God only knew what else. Taggert's stare haunted him, and once again that long buried need to let go, to give away his control emerged. Timothy tamped it down and buried it again. He was done with those fantasies. That wasn't 11


who he was, and he would never be that person. For now, his life revolved around empty fucks, with equally empty men. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER TWO He was sitting on the same stool again. His eyes scanned the crowd with a studious expression that made Chris Taggert smile. Built like a runner, the man had a good body, and his tight pants hinted at a nice package. Chris guessed he was in his late twenties. He had that lost, lonely look of a man searching for something, but not able to find it. Chris had watched him take home the little blond the other night. He had almost approached him, just to talk, but he'd seemed intent on new friend. Tonight, the man looked just as lonely as he had the other night, and Chris was alone. He picked up his drink and moved down the bar to settle on the stool beside the man. He didn't notice. "Not much of a crowd tonight is there?" He decided to keep the conversation neutral. The guy was a regular, no doubt he knew who Chris was, after all, Chris had never made any attempt to hide his proclivities. The man started and cast a stunned glance at Chris. "No, not really. It might pick up in a bit." He went back to watching the crowd. Chris hid a smile. The man was interested. He could tell from the way his breathing quickened just a little, and his face flushed a pleasing shade of pink. Chris imagined that pink blush in other places. "You haven't found what you're looking for?"

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The other man glared at him. If not for the physical signs, Chris would almost have assumed he was offended. "I'm not looking for what you're offering." "I see." He sipped his drink, and savored the faint citrus in the tonic water. "Your body is telling me otherwise, and I saw you checking me out the other night." "I was curious, that's all. You had your ... your—" "My slave for the night. I borrowed him. I don't have anyone right now. I'm completely unattached, and not really looking. We could always have a little fun together." He fought back the urge to push an errant lock of curly hair behind the man's ear. "What's your name?" "Timothy." Chris laughed softly. "How about this, Timothy? I'll give you an hour to find someone to take home, and if you don't, then I'll take you home." Timothy stared at him. For just a moment, his expression softened, and the longing in the green eyes tugged at Chris's heart. The vulnerable expression vanished and Timothy's expression hardened. "I don't think so. If I don't find anyone, I'll go home alone, like always." "Your hand is a pretty lonely companion." "But better than you." Timothy glared at him. Chris laughed again and slid off his stool. "Let me know if you change your mind." He left his empty glass behind when he returned to his former spot to order another. He saw Timothy pick the glass up and sniff it. The bartender came back with another tonic water. "Know anything about him?" 14


He nodded to Timothy who was now doing his best to avoid looking in Chris's direction. "Archer? He says he's a top." "Oh, he does." The bartender leaned down a little. "Well, that's what he said the other night. He's in here almost every night looking for something to take home. Never takes anyone in the back. He always leaves with them." Chris studied Timothy. He'd gone back to scanning the crowd, and left his stool to chat up a petite blond near the door. They headed out to the dance floor. "Sounds like a great life." The bartender shrugged. "I don't know. You know I just watch." Timothy returned to his stool, looking even more dejected than he had a few minutes ago. Chris wanted to help him, but he couldn't do that unless Timothy was willing. In the span of an hour, Timothy Archer chatted up three more guys, and all of them apparently turned him down, because he returned to his stool each time and finished off another beer. The stark reminder of the life Chris had left behind made him shiver. He'd done that same thing once, and he was so grateful for the man who'd taken him under his wing and helped him change. Timothy needed that. Chris glanced at his watch. Over an hour had passed. He swallowed the last of his drink and returned to the seat next to Timothy. "You've had your hour, and you're still sitting here." 15


Timothy took a long drink. "I don't need whatever you're offering." Chris took the bottle out of his hand. "I'm not offering anything, except some advice and maybe friendship. I wasn't so different from you once." "Right." He rolled his eyes. "Was that before or after you started beating and humiliating guys for fun?" Chris ignored the ignorant comment. He doubted Timothy knew anything about the scene other than the little he saw in the clubs. He wouldn't know that it was about more than spanking and humiliating others. He wouldn't understand, even if Chris explained, and Chris wasn't even going to try, not for a little while. "How about we go for some coffee and talk? Get to know each other." "Why do you care?" Chris flinched at the harshness of those words. "I'll keep my hands to myself even. There's a coffee shop less than a block from here. What do you say?" Timothy looked like he wanted to refuse, and Chris expected another refusal, so he was shocked when Timothy Archer nodded. Chris led him off his stool and towards the door. "You'll feel better after some coffee and something to eat. I promise." He led Timothy a block down the street to an all night diner and chose a corner booth. The place was almost empty, except for a few kids too young for the clubs, laughing over ice cream. He ordered two coffees and shoved a menu in front of Timothy. "Eat something." The words came out in a sharp bark, more like an order, than a request. Timothy 16


flinched, and Chris bit his lip. "My treat," he added in a softer tone. Timothy shoved the menu towards him. "This was a stupid idea. I'm going home." He started to leave the booth, but Chris grabbed his hand. "You're searching for something, and you aren't finding it in one night stands, are you? Maybe you should just listen to what I have to say." Timothy sat down and met Chris's eyes. "I'm not into being beaten and humiliated." Chris's eyebrows arched upward as he studied the arrogant set of Timothy's eyes and chin. A little humiliation might do him a world of good. "I don't do anything my partners aren't willing to do." Timothy leaned forward a little. "I'm not into it." He slid out of the booth. "Thanks for the coffee." He started to walk off. "I wasn't into it either. I used to be just like you. At the clubs every night looking for an easy fuck, no strings attached. I didn't know what I was looking for until someone took me home and taught me about true ecstasy." Timothy returned to his seat. "I was just like you. I said I'd never be anything but a top. I always wanted to be in control. I swore I wouldn't give that up. Want to hear something ironic?" "What?" "Giving up control was the greatest thing that ever happened to me." Timothy stared at him, and the dark red lips pursed together. "Of all the people to come up to, why pick me?" 17


Christ sipped his coffee and smiled. "Because I see the hunger in your eyes, and when you look at me, there's longing. You want what I can give, and you aren't ready to admit that yet." He pointed to the menu. "Order something." Timothy finally ordered a club sandwich and nibbled at it after it arrived. "Exactly what do you want me to do?" "Think. I want you to think about what I've said, and if you're curious." Chris took a card out of his wallet and slid it across the table. "There's my card." He wrote his cell number on the back. "You can call the cell if you want, leave a message and we'll make arrangements." He tossed a twenty on the table. "That should cover your dinner." Chris didn't look back. He wanted Timothy Archer to think, and he knew he would. Chris had, fourteen years earlier, when his master picked him out of a club crowd and taught him the path to true freedom. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER THREE Timothy wanted to forget Christopher Taggert when he lay down on his unwashed sheets that night. They still smelled faintly of last night's entertainment, and that scent combined with the conversation he'd just had, made his cock rise. He unfastened his jeans and kicked them off, then wrapped his hand around his member, imagining himself on his knees in front of Taggert. He imagined the master's cock fucking his mouth, imagined him coming, imagined the salty tang of cum sliding down the back of his throat, while he knelt, helpless, hands bound behind his back. He came so hard, he cried out, and thrashed on the bed. Hot, sticky juices landed on his chest, and once the orgasm was over, he laid spread-eagled on the bed, panting. He couldn't move for a moment, and he finally reached for a discarded shirt to wipe up his mess. He tossed it on the floor and raked the sheet over his naked body. He fell asleep with his fantasy of Chris Taggert still in his mind. He woke sometime in the middle of the night, and repeated the scene, imagining the same scenario, and in the morning, he fumbled Taggert's card out of the jeans he'd thrown on the floor. He ran his fingers over the number, not quite sure why he reached for the phone. Maybe he was just curious, or maybe Taggert was right, and he truly wanted someone to take away his control. He dialed the number. He expected no answer, and he almost hung up when the smooth voice answered. "Hello." 19


"Hi." Timothy bit his lip, not quite sure what to say now. "Who is this?" "Timothy Archer." Taggert chuckled. "I was expecting you to call, but not quite so fast." "You were expecting me?" "Oh, yes. You wanted it last night, but you weren't ready. Are you ready now?" "Ready for what?" "If you don't know, then you aren't ready." Timothy chewed his lip. "I thought we could meet again, maybe at the same place." "I see." "You don't want to?" "No, Timothy, I do, but I want you to be sure, absolutely sure this is what you want." Timothy thought about the scene he'd just imagined and suppressed a soft moan. "I want this." Taggert laughed softly. "Have you masturbated?" Timothy flinched, shocked at the blunt question. "Yes." He was even more surprised that his voice didn't tremble at all. "How many times?" He counted the number of times he'd woken in the middle of the night and soothed himself to sleep by jacking off. "Four." "In one night?" "Yes." This time his voice quavered a little. "Were you thinking about me?" "Yes." 20


"Good." Timothy took a deep breath. "Was I not supposed to?" "Oh, no, quite the contrary, I was hoping you would. Now you have to do something for me." "What?" "You've gotten yourself off for the last time. From this moment on, you'll not touch your cock for anything other than cleaning. Do you understand?" Timothy couldn't speak for a moment. "I understand." "You will also refrain from picking anyone up that can relieve your frustration." "Yes, sir." The word slipped off his lips so easily, as if he'd been saying it for years instead of minutes. "Good. Now, as for meeting, I would like to know where you live, see how you live. You are not to make the place tidy if it's a mess. Give me the address." Timothy rattled off the address. "What happens if I jack off?" Taggert laughed again. "You'll find out when it happens." Timothy shivered. "When?" "You'll slip up, don't worry. What are you wearing?" Timothy glanced down at his naked body and bit his lip again. "Just boxers, but I was going to take a shower." "Take your shower. I'll be there in about an hour, and we can discuss this further." "Yes, sir," Timothy whispered. "You haven't earned the right to call me sir yet." "What should I call you?" "Mr. Taggert, for now." 21


"Yes, Mr. Taggert." "Very good. Go take your shower Timothy, and remember, your cock is off limits." "Yes, Mr. Taggert." "I will see you soon." Timothy hung up the phone and sat stunned for a moment before he finally found the energy to get to the bathroom. He showered and dressed in a pair of slightly wrinkled jeans and an equally wrinkled shirt. Then he sat down in his favorite worn chair in the living room and waited, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into. He flinched when the doorbell rang, and for a few minutes he couldn't move at all. He finally wiped sweaty palms on his pants and answered the door. Christopher Taggert looked suave and refined in a pair of slacks and button down shirt. Not a strand of his short, dark hair was out of place, and the fresh scent of soap and cologne wafted in his wake. Timothy motioned him inside, hating the way his cock twitched and half rose when the man walked past him. Walk wasn't the appropriate term; Timothy decided as the man looked around, curling his lip a little in obvious disgust. Strutted was more appropriate. Taggert acted like he owned the place. Timothy bowed his head, now a little ashamed of the condition of his house. Dirty dishes sat on his coffee table. Trash and dirty clothes littered the floor. What furniture he had was rescued from dumpsters and garage sales. His favorite chair reeked a bit of cat urine. No doubt Taggert was used to much finer conditions. "Do you own this house?" 22


"It was my parents' house." "I see." He moved from the living room into the small kitchen. Timothy followed him, noticing that the countertop hadn't seen a sponge in days, perhaps even months. The sink was full of dishes, and when Taggert opened the fridge, an unpleasant odor drifted out. Timothy chewed his lip, fearing what Taggert would say. They moved into the dining room where old papers, months of mail, and other forgotten items lay piled on the table. "Exactly what do you do for a living, Timothy?" "Construction, mostly. Odd jobs, sometimes." "Show me where you sleep." Timothy led Taggert down the hall to his bedroom. The floor couldn't be seen for all of the clothes, both dirty and clean, on the floor. Trash and dirty dishes were scattered throughout the room. Timothy backed into the hallway when Taggert sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "This is unacceptable. I will be asking a friend of mine to give you a visit and help you clean this place up. If I visit here again, the clothes will be put away, the sheets washed and the trash and dishes will be gone. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." Timothy's stomach twisted. Taggert had seemed almost gentle the night before, now that gentleness was replaced with a voice edged with steel, and Timothy couldn't help feeling a bit afraid. "I believe in discipline, Timothy. Not just discipline of the body, but also of the mind. If you stay with me, you will learn 23


to control your body, your reactions, and you will also learn to control your thoughts. How do you feel about that?" Timothy wiped his palms on his pants again. "It frightens me." Taggert smiled just a little. "Fear is a good thing. You fear the unknown. With me, I can take you places you can't imagine. I will revere you, exalt you, but I will also humiliate you. I will bind you, whip you, and I will fuck you." Timothy flinched a little at that last statement, but Taggert continued. "You will serve me, silently at times, you will cry and beg and plead." Taggert moved close enough to lay his hand on Timothy's face. "I will take away your ability speak, see and hear, and you will only be able to feel. I will test you. I will break you, and you will thank me. Can you live with that? Be certain before you answer, because if you agree, the life you've lived until now will be over." Timothy squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. A part of him wanted to refuse and tell Taggert he was insane, but the other part of him hung on every word and wanted nothing more than to kneel at the man's feet. "Yes, Mr. Taggert." The words were barely more than a whisper, but Taggert only nodded, accepting them. "I will give you a trial period. How long would you like? A month? Three months?" "Two weeks." Taggert's brows rose. "Very well, I will ask you the same question in two weeks, and you will have the option to end our arrangement. Are you ready to listen to my terms?" 24


"Yes." Timothy avoided the man's eyes, excited and ashamed by his desire. "First of all, you are to stop living in this filth. This house gets cleaned up. Do you have any savings?" "Some." "You're going to take a portion of it to furnish this place with things that don't smell or have rips and tears. My friend will help you with that. Understand?" "Yes." "Now." He took a few steps back, carefully avoiding piles of clothes. "I want to see what I have to work with. Remove your clothes." Timothy flinched again, and with shaky hands he pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it in the floor, before he unfastened his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down. He stepped out of them and stood in front of Taggert. He tried to stay calm, but his rock hard cock betrayed his real emotions. He wanted Taggert and whatever the man would do to him. "Come closer." Timothy took a few steps closer, and Taggert walked around him, examining, but not touching. "Very nice. Do you workout?" "Sometimes." "Good." Taggert touched his back with both hands, ignoring Timothy's flinch as he moved his hands down to cup Timothy's ass. "I can't wait to put a nice blush on these cheeks." He rubbed circles over Timothy's backside and parted his cheeks a bit. A shiver skated down Timothy's back. 25


"Spread your legs." Timothy hesitated a moment before spreading his legs shoulder width apart. "Good." Taggert's hands moved up to his shoulders before moving slowly down to Timothy's backside. "Now, I want you to put your hands around your calves." Timothy tensed, suddenly afraid. Surely Taggert wouldn't fuck him now. "I—" He wanted to tell the man that he'd never been touched there, that the one time he'd tried, it had hurt, and he'd never tried again. Instead, he bent forward and wrapped his hands around his calves, exposing himself. "Very nice." Taggert traced the outline of Timothy's asshole with a finger. "Do you enjoy being fucked? How long has it been since you've had a cock in this little hole?" The finger pressed forward a bit, not quite penetrating. Timothy took a deep breath and fought down his panic. "I haven't, sir." He squeezed his eyes shut, afraid Taggert would condemn him. "I tried once, but it hurt, and I—" Taggert patted his bottom, a touch so soft it was almost a caress. "Stand up." Timothy obeyed, and Taggert made one more circle before stopping in front of him. He laid his hands on Timothy's cheeks, a strangely tender touch, after the callous examination. "I will do nothing to you that you do not want, remember that. I only take what you are willing to give me, and if you cannot give me that, I won't force you. Do you understand?" Timothy met Taggert's eyes for a brief moment. "Yes." Taggert nodded and moved back, raking his eyes over Timothy's body. "I'm glad we understand each other. For two weeks I will give you tasks, tests, and at the end of that time, 26


you will either want to quit or crave more." He stepped close and grasped Timothy's erect cock. "I like that I excite you. I like that you thrust into my touch. I think you'll want more. Do you agree?" Timothy licked his lips, silently wishing he would do more than touch him. "Yes, Mr. Taggert, I think I agree." Taggert's smile seemed oddly sweet. "I'm glad." He moved away, leaving Timothy aroused and naked. "I will call you every night for the next three days, but I will not see you in person. You are to spend that time getting this place cleaned up. Are you currently working?" "No." "Then, I will call my friend today and she can help you. It's time to grow up Timothy, time to stop living in this filth. I know you don't like this, or you wouldn't hide your face in shame." Timothy said nothing, just stared at the floor, until Taggert forced him to look into his gray eyes. "For the next two weeks you will not touch yourself, and every night I will ask if you have. If you do, I will punish you. Understand?" "Yes." Timothy wanted to look away, wanted to get away from that intense gaze, but he couldn't escape it. "Discipline, Timothy. I believe in discipline. I am going to leave you now. What are you going to do?" "Clean up the house." "That's right. What aren't you going to do?" "Touch myself." "That's right. You're going to do one more thing for me." 27


"What is that?" "You are going to clean in the nude, and when my friend comes, you will answer the door nude." Timothy started to protest. "She's used to seeing naked men, Timothy. I want you to grow comfortable in your skin, be comfortable naked and being seen naked. This will help you do that." "Yes, Mr. Taggert." "I am going to leave you now. There's no need to see me out. I will call later." He left Timothy standing, naked and stunned, still not quite sure what he'd just gotten into. "Yes, Mr. Taggert," Timothy whispered, then he collapsed on the bed, still hard, wanting nothing more than to jack off and forget all about Christopher Taggert. Unfortunately, he couldn't do either one. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER FOUR Chris had been surprised when Timothy called. He'd seen the longing in Timothy's eyes and knew how much he craved what Chris could offer. He just hadn't thought Timothy Archer was ready to take the step. He savored the obedience he'd seen in Timothy's pig sty of a house. He licked his lips when he remembered the hard body, the skin roughened by the sun, and the virgin ass waiting to be explored. Chris's cock strained against the fabric of his pants. The thought of Timothy Archer on his knees was precious, almost as precious as the sweet innocence he'd fought so hard to hide. Training Timothy would be a gift, as long as the young man didn't change his mind in two weeks. He forced his mind away from the possibilities Timothy offered and fumbled his phone out of his pocket. First things first, Timothy Archer had to learn discipline. He needed discipline long before he needed any sort of sexual release. Chris punched in the number for his friend, not quite able to stop the sudden rampage of ideas running through his head. "Hello, Chris. What can I do for you?" The soft voice startled him from his thoughts. "How are you, Kelly?" She laughed, a soft tinkling sound. "I'm fine, now what do you want?" "How do you know I want anything?" "Because, you only call when you want something. May I remind you that you still owe me for the last favor?" 29


Chris bit his lip, remembering that he did indeed owe Kelly for helping him ditch his last sub, who had been manipulative and obsessive, wanting far more than Chris was willing to give. He was willing to do many things, but what his last sub had asked wasn't one of them. "Maybe this favor will make up for that one. You'll like this one, I'm sure." "And what is it? Or should I ask, who is it?" "His name is Timothy Archer." She laughed. "I've seen him at the clubs, always picking things up. Did you pick him up, or did he pick you up too?" Chris tensed when he realized that Timothy had indeed picked him up, and he didn't like the feeling at all. "It was mutual, I think." "So he did pick you up? How very interesting. Is he your new toy?" "We're trying things out for a few weeks. He needs to learn a bit of discipline. He's going to start by organizing and cleaning up his space. He could use some help. I'll even pay your usual rate." She snorted. "Now, Chris, it's going to take more than wine and cheese if his place is a total wreck." He rolled his eyes, exasperated with her. "No, I meant your rate for organizing things." "Oh, you mean this is a professional job?" "Yes." "What's the catch?" He sighed, thinking of beautiful Timothy standing naked with his cock at attention. "You get to look at the lovely Timothy in all of his glory." 30


She snorted again. "What if I'm not into men today?" "Kelly, you're never into men, but I know you like looking. Now do you want to hear details and make some money or not?" He imagined her rolling her eyes. "At least tell me the place isn't a pig sty." "I wish I could." "You owe me, remember that, you owe me more than the $40 an hour I'm going to charge you. Can I wear something to frighten him?" "Up to you. Just remember he's supposed to answer the door nude, and if he doesn't, then you need to call me." "Ah, humiliation 101. I remember it well. What's the address?" He gave her the address once she'd gotten a pen and gave her directions. "Don't frighten him too much. He might change his mind. I don't think he's a hundred percent sure he wants this yet." "If he's willing to get naked the first time you meet—" "The second." "The second time you meet, then he's sure. He might not want to admit it, but he's sure." Chris shook his head, not completely convinced. "Just don't show up in your Domina outfit, you might terrify him." She laughed. "Can I at least bring a crop to give him a bit of encouragement?" "Be gentle for now." He licked his lips and got out of his car. "Discipline, Kelly. I just want to teach him discipline." "And what better way than a crop to the backside?" 31


"Kelly." He let a warning tone creep into his voice as he unlocked the door. "Don't frighten him." "I'll be a perfect angel." He couldn't resist laughing. "Right. Like you're ever a perfect angel?" "On occasion." She sighed. "Don't you trust me?" "Yes." Chris pushed the door open and pushed aside the eager dog nose that greeted him. "I trust you, but he's new to everything, Kelly, just don't scare him away. I'm looking forward to training him." He shut the door. "All right, Chris. I'll do my best not to scare him away." He laughed. "You'd better." He started to fix himself something to eat, but ended up outside the door to his playroom. He hadn't opened it since he'd dismissed his last sub, a man who'd wanted Chris to brand him and confine him to a cage. He'd wanted to be a total slave, and while Chris loved service and obedience, he never wanted to take total control away from his subs. He opened the door, half expecting bad memories to return, but he could only think of Timothy bound to the cross, or even better, bent over one of the benches with a spreader between his knees. He stepped into the room and ran his hand over the smooth vinyl, thinking of the way Timothy had exposed himself earlier. He'd put a spreader between Timothy's knees, bind him to the bench, and redden the pert little ass with a good paddling. Chris loosened his pants and grasped his cock. He stroked slowly for a few moments, imagining the globes of Timothy's behind growing red from the spanking. Chris closed his eyes and thought about his 32


cock sliding into Timothy's virgin ass. He imagined the tight warmth, the mewling cries, and his hand increased its speed on his cock until he came, splattering the black vinyl with trails of white. He stared at the mess for a moment, still thinking. If Timothy had actually been there, he'd have made him lick it up, instead, he wiped it away with a paper towel. He made a circuit through the room. He touched each piece of equipment, and lovingly fingered his floggers and whips hanging on the back wall. He schooled himself to patience. Timothy had to earn the right to enter the playroom, and he could only do that by learning discipline. Chris nodded a little, pushing all thoughts of further training from his mind. He couldn't think so far ahead. He had to concentrate on the now, not what Timothy could become. Waiting was always the hardest part. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER FIVE Timothy tried to hide behind the door when he answered it, but his foot crunched on a piece of plastic before settling on something sharp. He yelped and ended square in front of the woman at the door. She looked imposing with short, black hair, spiked into neat little peeks. She wore a leather jacket over a white t-shirt, and a pair of tight carpenter jeans. Her dark eyes raked over his naked body, but she made no comment, other than to curl her lip slightly in disgust. "Can I come in?" Timothy stepped aside to let her in and closed the door. He leaned against it for a minute, wishing he could forget this whole thing. What had possessed him to call Taggert? He didn't really want this, did he? No doubt Taggert would use him and make him nothing more than a slave. "Well, Chris didn't tell me how much of a pig sty this place was. He just said you needed my help. My name's Kelly Bauer." Timothy started when she held out her hand. He shook it reluctantly. "Timothy Archer." "Yes, I know." She chewed on a piece of gum furiously for a moment, still looking around the house. "I also know Chris wants his boys to get comfortable being naked, but let's be realistic here. Put some clothes on. I don't want to look at your dick all damned day." He started a little. "I was told—" "Yes, I know, but it'll be our secret. How's that?" 34


Timothy stared at her and backed toward the hall leading to the bedroom. "I suppose." "Look, dude. I'm queer too. I have no interest in dick of any sort, that's why Chris sent me here and not someone else. Second, we're going to be doing some cleaning, and if you really treasure the family jewels you'll put some clothes on so they stay protected. Besides, you're going to do haul trash out to the curb, and I don't think that can be done naked, not matter how deliciously humiliating it sounds." She glared until Timothy disappeared into his bedroom to retrieve a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He was trembling just a little when he returned to the living to find Kelly hauling in buckets with cleaners. She'd taken off her jacket, and her sleeveless t-shirt showed off well defined muscles in her arms. She jerked her head toward the door. "Go out and get the rest of the stuff out of the car. The place isn't going to clean itself." He carried in a vacuum and a carpet steamer, along with brooms and a box of cleaners and sponges. Kelly was waiting for him with a trashbag. "Do you like living like this?" Timothy shrugged. "I don't mind it. I never really—" She thrust the trashbag at him. "First thing we're going to do is get up all of the trash. We'll do one room at a time. I took a peek in your dining room and noticed the table was piled so high with stuff, eating at it would be impossible. We'll start there." He stared at her for a minute, chewing his lip while he considered something that had been bothering him. "What 35


does cleaning my house have to do with Chris Taggert? Why does he care if my house is clean enough for the pope to dine on the floors or a pig sty?" Kelly raked her fingers through her short spikes. "Discipline." She shoved the trash bag at him and stalked into the other room. He followed her, not quite able to decide if he liked her or if her brusque manner offended him. "What does discipline have to do with being tied up and fucked? Tell me that. I don't understand all of this—" "If all you want is a kinky fuck, then you need to call Chris and tell him. He doesn't do that. If you're involved with him, it's for the long term, that's why he's concerned about discipline. I'm sure he likes to fuck just as much as the next man, but when it comes to his subs, he chooses pretty carefully." She shoved past him and grabbed her coat. "Don't waste my time or Chris's by satisfying your curiosity." The trash bag fell from his numb fingers. He'd never expected such a vehement defense for Taggert. Perhaps the rumors weren't true. Maybe Taggert had a heart after all. His dyke friend certainly seemed to think so. "Wait." She paused with her hand on the door knob. "Yes?" "All those things you said about Taggert, that he chooses carefully and all of that. Were those true, or we're they made up." "They're true. Chris takes his subs and the scene very seriously. He likes discipline and obedience. His idea of discipline starts here. He thinks our spaces define our feelings and how we think." She gestured at the mess around her. 36


"This mess makes him think you want something, but don't know what it is. He thinks cleaning up the mess will help you figure out what you want." She walked a slow circle around him. "If you're lucky, he won't wear you out." "What is that supposed to mean?" She grabbed the trash bag he'd dropped and flashed him a smug smile. "He'll make you work for everything." She sauntered into the kitchen and pushed a stack of paper from one of his chairs to the floor. "By the time he's through with you, you'll sit at his feet hooded and collared, naked and bound with a butt plug in your ass, and you'll be happy to do it. He'll chain you, whip you, and he'll take you to your limits, and you'll love every minute, but only if it's what you really want." Timothy wished her recitation hadn't made his cock hard, but he couldn't keep the images she'd conjured out of his head. He started when Kelly laughed. "What?" She raised a dark eyebrow. "So are you looking for a kinky fuck or something more?" "Something more." The words fell from his lips before he could stop them. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he looked away, not wanting to meet Kelly's shrewd gaze. She shoved another stack of paper into the floor. "Sit down and let's get started." He obeyed her command and stared at the stack of old newspaper, junk mail, unpaid bills, and trash from fast food restaurants not sure where to even start. "Open your fly." 37


He started, not sure why she would be telling him such a thing after she'd already told him she wasn't into men. "Why?" She shook her head. "I'll be sure to tell Chris that you don't obey commands very well. Open your fly." She held out a circular object. "Put that on your cock. It's a vibrating cock ring." She held up a small object. "I have the remote, and every time you stop focusing..." She waited until he slid the device over his still erect shaft before pushing a button. Timothy's hips bucked at the sudden sensation, and he couldn't keep a little moan from escaping his lips. He'd never felt anything quite so intense. "I get to push the little button, and if you come, not only do I get to punish you, but Chris does too. Understand?" He nodded. She stared at him until he gasped, "Yes." "I would prefer yes ma'am." He squirmed when she pushed the button again. "Yes, ma'am," he managed before she let go and left him panting. He started to zip up, but she batted his hand away. "Leave it open" "I thought you didn't want to look at my dick all day." "But that was before I got to torture it all day." She shoved the bag toward him. "Let's get busy. Our goal today is to put the kitchen and dining area in some semblance of order." He didn't like the look of delight in her eyes, and when he tarried too long in gathering trash, she started the vibrator again. She drove him to the brink before stopping so he remained in a state of constant frustration. He squirmed as 38


she helped him sort the papers into stacks of things to file, things to throw away, bills to pay. She gave him a plastic binder to organize everything, and when they were finished, the top of the table was clear of everything. "Good." She tied the bags of trash off and set them aside. "There's cleaners in the bucket. Let's get the table clean, and this will be done." Timothy had never really cleaned anything in his life. He'd been raised in a very traditional home, and his mother had always taken care of cleaning and picking up. So he was mystified by the assortment of cleaners and things in the bucket. "What am I supposed to use?" Kelly glared at him. "You don't know?" She pointed to a yellow spray can. "It's wood. Use the wood cleaner. What kind of gay man doesn't know the first thing about housekeeping?" She buzzed the vibrator just as he sprayed the cleaner on the table. He gasped and leaned forward with his hands on the table, trying to concentrate on anything but the sensation around his cock. He stared at a speck of dust and tried to think about work or cleaning, anything. Unbidden, thoughts of Taggert watching Kelly torture him slipped past his defenses. He moaned softly and lost control, spraying the table with his cum. The vibration stopped, and he panted, still caught up in his fantasy. "Now that's no good. You'll have to do better than that." She shoved his face into the sticky mess he'd made on the table. "Lick it up." 39


He wanted to protest, but he guessed that would only make the situation worse. Instead, he snaked out his tongue and licked the salty fluid. "Every bit of it." She ignored his groan. "And once it's clean you'll get your punishment." "Punishment?" He half-rose from the table, but she shoved his head down again. "Oh yes, Timothy. Chris said I could punish you as I see fit, and I definitely see a need. Now lick it up." He spent several minutes cleaning his own jizz from the freshly waxed table. Each time he paused Kelly would shove his face down. The faint taste of cum mixed with lemon furniture polish lingered in his mouth when he finished. He started to stand, but Kelly pushed him back down and yanked his pants down to his knees. "We aren't finished." She rubbed his bare ass for a minute before landing a stinging swat with something smooth and cold. He cried out in both shock and pain, but Kelly either didn't seem to care or else was pretending not to notice his discomfort. She gave him four more swats before mumbling. "Pull your pants up and let's go to the next room." She kept him in a state of discomfort all through the day while they sorted things into piles of trash and boxes to donate. She finally let him remove the cock ring, but she kept up a constant banter of what Taggert would do to him, and that served the same purpose. She watched him when he went to the bathroom, claiming she didn't want him jacking off. By the time she finally declared the day's work finished, 40


he was tired and frustrated, and he wanted nothing more than to take a shower so he could relieve the source of his frustration. Kelly put on her jacket and glanced around his living room, now free of trash, dirty dishes, and broken furniture. "Good work. Tomorrow, we'll work on your bedroom and bathroom, and if that goes well, then we'll start on those two rooms full of junk." "But—" She wagged her finger at him. "No, buts. If you aren't using it, then it's junk. I'll bring another treat for you tomorrow." She flashed him a bit of a grin. "It's time to talk to Chris now, and don't think I'm not going to tell him about losing control. I will." Timothy shuddered a little bit. He didn't like the tone of her voice at all. "And what will he do to me?" She shrugged and opened the door. "That's between you and him. I'm just here to help with organizing and cleaning." He watched her pull away before he sagged into the one worn chair Kelly had let him keep. "Why am I doing this?" He stared up at the ceiling, realizing that his bottom was still sore from the multiple paddlings he'd received throughout the day. He sniffed, for the first time smelling clean air, instead of the musty scent of mildew and mold. His thoughts slowly returned to his fantasy of kneeling at Taggert's feet, bound and marked, and being forced to suck Taggert's cock. The fantasy made his own member ache, and he had no doubt that his fantasy would become a reality all too soon. [Back to Table of Contents] 41


CHAPTER SIX Chris started to dial Timothy's number several times in the evening, and he stopped himself each time. He hadn't told Timothy when he would call, just that he would, and he didn't want Timothy to get into the habit of expecting his call at a particular time. He was also nervous. Why, he didn't know. He'd trained plenty of other subs, but none had been as clueless as Timothy Archer, none of the others had touched some chord deep inside, and none had reminded Chris so strongly of himself. He finally dialed the number a little after nine. Not so late that he would wake Timothy, but not so early that Timothy expected his call. When the young man answered, Chris took a deep breath and tried to find his calm place, the part of him he found solace in when he played the role of the Dom. His hands still shook, and his stomach still churned. His mouth was a bit dry, but his voice was calm. "Hello, Timothy." "Hello ... Mr. Taggert." Chris didn't miss the brief pause before Timothy said his name. Perhaps Timothy was just as nervous. "How did your day with Kelly go?" "Fine." "I would like you to address me as Mr. Taggert." Again, there was a pause before Timothy said, "Fine, Mr. Taggert." His voice quivered a little and betrayed his fear. "Did you greet her in the nude as I'd asked?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." 42


"Did you work in the nude?" "No, Mr. Taggert." Chris allowed a little bit of annoyance to creep into his voice. He'd already spoken with Kelly, but he wanted to hear Timothy squirm. "Why not?" "She asked that I wear clothes to clean and haul trash to the curb." He hastily added sir and fell silent again. "I see. I suppose you can be forgiven. I understand you came today." "I didn't mean to." "Were you punished?" "Yes, sir." "How did Kelly punish you?" "She spanked me, Mr. Taggert." Chris bit his lip, imagining the beautiful Timothy's reddened behind. He rubbed his erect cock through the thin fabric of his pajamas. "What did you think of being spanked?" "It hurt, sir, but—" "Did it make you hard?" Timothy seemed to bite back a bit of a whimper. "Yes." Chris slid the fabric of his pants down to free his cock. "Are you hard now?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." He grasped his shaft and squeezed gently, biting back a moan. "Are you naked?" "Yes, sir." Timothy's voice had dropped to a whisper, and Chris didn't have the desire to point out that Timothy had just slipped up again. "Where are you in the house?" 43


"In the bedroom. I just took a shower." Chris imagined Timothy's fair skin, still slightly pink from the heat of the water. His hair was probably wet. The thought drug a moan from him as he stroked his cock. "I would like for you to kneel with your hands behind your back. If you have to keep one hand free to hold the phone, you may." "I'm kneeling, Mr. Taggert." Chris inhaled sharply and pushed aside the thought that Timothy might be playing him. "Open your mouth nice and wide, you won't need to speak." He increased the speed of his strokes. "I'm fucking your face Timothy." Timothy whimpered. "My cock is sliding deep into your mouth, and it's so warm. The head can almost touch the back of your throat." Chris had to stop speaking for a moment, concentrating instead on his fantasy. His breath came faster, and he didn't bother to hide a moan. "I'm going to come in your mouth, slut, and you'll swallow every drop." He cried out when he came, splattering his chest and belly. He could only pant for a moment while he came down off the high. He wondered what Timothy had thought, and if he was still hard. "Are you still hard, Timothy? You may speak now." "Yes, sir." The words trembled, and Chris imagined Timothy biting back tears. "Please let me come, sir. Please." He sounded like he was truly crying, and Chris smiled. "No, Timothy. You came earlier today without permission, and I will punish you for that. The next time you get to come, you'll be in my playroom. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." He was whispering now. "You may go to bed now. Good night, Timothy." 44


"Good night, Mr. Taggert." Timothy's whispered response made Chris's cock half hard again. He heard a frustrated sigh before Timothy hung up. He pulled his pants back up over his erection and wandered upstairs to bed. He could dream about Timothy and all of the things he wanted to do to his gorgeous body. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER SEVEN Timothy ached. He ached so much he was certain his cock and balls would fall off any moment. Worst of all he could do nothing about it, or he could, but he wasn't sure he could lie to Taggert. Listening to Taggert jack off on the phone while he knelt on the floor, unable to touch his own throbbing member, had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life. He sagged out of his position and clenched his fists to keep from touching himself. He wondered if Taggert had known he'd been having the very fantasy they'd just played out. He couldn't have. It had always been his secret. He crawled from the floor to the bed and lay down on his belly to keep temptation away. Sleep didn't want to come, and he stared at the green LED of his alarm clock, watching the numbers change as the minutes passed by. He shivered when a stray thought turned into a real fear. How long before Taggert wanted to fuck his ass? He pulled a thin blanket over his shoulders and froze when he realized a part of him wanted to know what having Taggert inside him would feel like. He'd been content for years without that experience, but now he wanted to know. He closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees with Taggert behind him, parting his cheeks, and pushing forward, claiming him. Timothy shivered and forced sleep to come. The next two days flew. He'd started to like Kelly. He liked her even more once his bedroom was free of dirty clothes, trash, and his sheets had been washed. They smelled fresh 46


and clean now. Kelly had asked him to work in the nude on the final day, and halfway through, she led him to the dining room. "Bend over the table." Timothy thought frantically, trying to think what he might have done to earn another spanking. He'd been folding clothes and putting them away just like she'd asked. She'd asked that he not speak, and he'd done that as well. He hadn't even yelped when she swatted his behind earlier for moving too slow. He stretched his arms over the table and rested his chest on the smooth wood. He turned his face to the side and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply so he could take the pain. Kelly had spanked him with her bare hand, a leather slapper, a wooden paddle, and most recently, a belt. His ass still hurt, even though she'd told him she'd barely been hitting him. Chris would hit much harder. He curled his fingers around the sides of the table and took a deep breath. Kelly kicked his legs further apart. "Chris told me you've never been fucked, so we're going to try something." She rubbed his cheeks, still a little red from his latest spanking, and slapped the right one hard. Timothy shivered when she parted his cheeks. He wanted to talk so badly, but the no talking order was still in effect. He shook his head slightly and shivered when he heard the snap of a bottle opening and bit his lip when cold, slick lube landed on his rosebud. He couldn't keep a little whimper inside, and Kelly smacked his other cheek. 47


"I warned you. No talking." He nodded, and she continued her litany as though she hadn't heard him, moving around the table to wave a black, cone-shaped object at him. "This is a butt plug. Do you know what I'm going to do with it?" He shook his head and tried to play dumb, even though he knew exactly what she was going to do. He tensed automatically. It would hurt. He knew it would hurt, and right now he couldn't say anything. He wanted to tell her how afraid he was, but he wasn't sure she would even care. Over the last three days, she had been cruel at times, then strangely tender. She made no sound when she moved behind him and circled his hole with a lazy finger. "I'm going to put this plug in your ass, Timothy. Chris won't do anything that will truly hurt you or scare you, but I know how much he wants to fuck your pretty little virgin ass. I can see it in his eyes. He didn't ask me to do this, Timothy, I just thought I would help out." Her circling finger pressed in just a little, and he let out a startled cry at the strange burn. He tensed, but Kelly didn't try for more. He took a few deep breaths and realized that it didn't hurt, really, just burned a bit. She pressed in a little further, working the lube inside him. She even stopped long enough for another dollop to land on his hole. Her finger pressed forward a little more. "Do you like it, Timothy? Do you like having my finger there?" She began working it in and out, and he nodded, almost totally unaware of what she was doing. He rocked back to meet her gentle thrusting, surprised at how good the penetration felt, especially when she raked over 48


his prostate, then he could barely keep from making noise. He bit his lip when she withdrew. "Very nice. It felt good, didn't it?" He nodded again. "The plug's a little larger than my finger, but I greased it up really good. It's not very large, not much longer than my finger and only a little wider." The cold object pressed against the sensitive flesh. "Remember to breathe and relax." The plug slid inside him easily, so easily he noticed little more than a faint burn and tingling, and a strong desire to wrap his hand around his cock and rock on the plug until he came. "There." She smacked his bottom and plug shifted just a little. "It's designed to stay inside you, even though it's not large. You'll wear it for the next hour, and tonight when Chris visits, you should be wearing it. He'll be surprised. You may stand up now." The sensation of fullness was strange, but thrilling. The plug shifted when he moved, and occasionally it moved in a way that stimulated his prostate. Then he squirmed and bit his lip hard, concentrating on staying silent and keeping his cock under control. Just before Kelly left, she showed him how to clean and insert the plug. "Practice with it. It felt good didn't it?" "Yes. I was surprised." She had lifted the no talking ban just a few minutes earlier. She shrugged into her leather jacket. "I think you'll be surprised by a lot of things." She reached up to pat his cheek. "What I've done with you is nothing, Tim." She'd taken to shortening his name lately, and Timothy still found it odd. "If 49


you want him to, Chris can take you places, but only if you let him." Timothy raised an eyebrow. "With his cock in my ass?" "Only if you want it there, but that's not what I meant at all. The three days I've spent with you have been enough to show me that you want to please and you want to learn." She studied him for a moment. "I just don't know that you're ready for that. Submission is not just about kneeling and taking it up the ass. There's a psychology to it, and I'm not sure you have it." She picked up the box she'd brought that day with organizing materials. "Maybe you do, but I haven't seen it the past couple of days. Chris might be able to find it." She opened the door and studied him a moment longer. "Be certain this is what you want, Tim. If you just want to experiment, please tell Chris. He wants more than that. I hear it in his voice, and I see it in his eyes." "It's only two weeks. He said he'd let me go after that." Her dark eyebrows arched upward. "A lot can happen in two weeks." She left then, leaving him naked in his freshly cleaned living room. The phone rang ten minutes after Kelly had left. Timothy quickly swallowed a bite of his snack and answered. "Hello?" "I will be there in a half an hour. You will leave the door unlocked for me, and you will be kneeling in the middle of your living room with your hands clasped behind your back. Your head will be down and you will keep your eyes fixed on the floor. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." The reply came out in a hoarse whisper. 50


"We'll be spending the evening together. Dinner will be delivered at seven. Until then, you are nothing more than a shameless slut. I won't address you by name until dinner arrives, at that time all play will stop and we'll discuss how you feel. Until then you are my slut, and I can do what I like with you. Your safeword is red zone." The phone went dead in Timothy's hands. He stared at it for a moment before he cleaned up the remains of his snack. He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and carefully inserted the plug. Once it was seated, he turned around to try to get a glimpse of it, but all he could see was a little corner peeking over the edge of his bathroom vanity. He returned to the living room and assumed the position Taggert had asked for, kneeling with his hands behind him and head down. He stared at dark speck on the carpet, trying to ignore the strange sensation of penetration in his ass, along with the growing discomfort of his aching cock and balls. He flinched when the door opened. He sucked in a breath when Taggert stalked towards him and dropped a heavy bag on the floor in front of him. He said nothing, just circled around him several times. Timothy trembled. He was a little scared. Taggert seemed nice enough, but for all Timothy knew, he could have carving knives in that bag. "Put your face on the floor." Timothy hesitated before he finally leaned forward and put his cheek on the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut when Taggert adjusted the plug, pulling it out halfway before ramming it home again. 51


"Do you like the plug?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." Taggert pulled the plug completely out, and this time he didn't replace it. Instead he opened his bag and stalked behind Timothy again. "Your asshole is gaping, slut." Latex gloves snapped into place, and Timothy jumped. His hands slipped from their position, and his knees went weak for a moment before he managed to regain the position. Taggert said nothing about the lapse of form. A bottle of lube snapped open. "I'm going to explore this hole, slut. Would you like that? You'd like for me to fill it, wouldn't you?" Timothy bit his lip, wishing he could answer no, instead a weak, "Yes, Mr. Taggert," made its way past his lips. A gloved finger pressed inside him gently, working in and out, moving deeper with each thrust. "Does this feel good?" Taggert slid his finger inside as far as it would go and made several short thrusts before pulling back just far enough to stroke Timothy's prostate. Timothy whimpered. "Does it feel good, whore? Do you like having your asshole probed by random strangers?" Timothy whimpered again, but Taggert continued to repeat his motions, plunging deep, then pulling back to massage Timothy's prostate. "You will answer with words, boy, not whimpers. Do you like having your asshole lubed and probed by someone you've met just a few times? Does it excite you that you're prostrated in front of me, naked with my fingers inside you? Is your cock hard, slut?" Taggert slapped his ass hard. "Answer me."

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"Yes, Mr. Taggert." Timothy bit back a yelp when Taggert smacked his ass again. His gloved hands made a sharp sound in the silent room. "Tell me what you like, slut. Tell me, or I will walk out the door and leave you just like this." Timothy took a deep breath and let it go. "I like having Mr. Taggert's fingers inside me, probing my asshole, and it excites me that I'm naked in front of you. My cock is harder than it's ever been. May I come, Mr. Taggert." "No, slut." The finger withdrew and was replaced with the plug. "I've already told you that you won't be coming for two weeks, and if you do, you'll be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." "Kneel up." Timothy wasn't quite sure what the command meant until Taggert offered him a gentle hand to guide him back to his kneeling position. Timothy heard him rummage in the bag. Cold metal circled each of Timothy's wrists and tightened. Not so tight as to be painful, but tight enough that he felt a little sting in his arms. Taggert stepped around him, and Timothy saw that he was wearing dark slacks and a pair of black cowboy boots. "What are we going to do with this?" He grasped Timothy's hard cock and stroked it gently. "The fact that it's hard means you've been having unseemly thoughts." He squeezed hard enough that Timothy whimpered. "What have you been thinking about, slut?" 53


Timothy didn't know what to say, or how to express what he wanted. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. "Are you going to answer me?" Taggert let go of Timothy's cock and reached for the bag. "You, Mr. Taggert." Those few words cost Timothy a lot of effort, and he bit his lip after he said them, afraid of what Taggert would do or say. He twined a hand in Timothy's hair and forced his head back. "Me? What have you been thinking about me that has your cock so hard." Timothy tried to turn his head or look away, but Taggert's hand in his hair held him place and forced him to look into the dark eyes. "I want—" He wanted to say it, but he was afraid of what Taggert would do to him. "Yes?" "I want to suck your cock, Mr. Taggert." He squeezed his eyes shut after the words came out in a jumbled mess. Taggert's eyes softened, along with his grip on Timothy's hair. "I see." He pushed Timothy's face towards his crotch. "Is this what you want?" Timothy could feel Taggert's erection against his cheek, and he turned his head just enough to kiss the hard member in spite of the fabric covering it. Taggert thrust into Timothy's face a few times, and he opened his mouth to lick the fabric covering the very thing he wanted. "You've got to earn the privilege, slut." Taggert backed away, leaving Timothy with his mouth hanging open. "Stand up." 54


Timothy struggled to his feet. Standing without the use of his hands was harder than he thought, and his nervousness made him even more unsteady. Taggert pulled a flogger from his bag. "Have you touched your cock?" "No, Mr. Taggert." "Did you want to?" "God, yes." He trembled a little. "It aches. I want to so badly..." The fingers of the flogger caressed Timothy's engorged flesh. "I'm not going to let you come, little whore. The only person who will be coming tonight is me. You however, need to learn better self-control." Taggert stopped the gentle motions of the flogger. "It's time for your punishment. Are you ready to receive it?" Timothy took a deep breath and clenched his bound hands tight. "Yes, Mr. Taggert." His voice trembled, and he fought back tears as he stared at the flogger in Taggert's hand. "I'm going to flog you." He brought the flogger back and slapped it down against Timothy's cock. Taggert ignored Timothy's yelp of surprise. "I'm going to give you ten lashes on your cock. Then I'm going to bend you over that chair." He pointed to the recliner behind Timothy. "And I'm going to put a nice blush on your ass. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." "Do you remember your safe word?" "Red zone." "Very good. I will give you the choice of sitting or standing to receive your first set of strokes." 55


Timothy didn't like being given choices where he felt he had no real choice. "I'd prefer to stand, Mr. Taggert." "Very well." Taggert gave no warning. The flogger slapped against Timothy's cock. He flinched, but Taggert ignored the reaction, instead altering the path the flogger took, striking at every possible angle. Timothy flinched each time and silently counted each stroke. "Bend over the arm of the chair." Taggert slapped the flogger against Timothy's cock again when he hesitated. This time, he yelped. "Over the arm of the chair, now." Timothy took a few steps back until he could bend over the arm of the chair, trying hard to ignore the stinging flesh of his cock and the angry red stripes along the length. "Put your face on the seat, and your ass nice and high." Timothy followed the directions, wrinkling his nose silently at the odd scent of the fabric. Taggert rubbed the globes of his ass. First with his hands, and then with the flogger. Taggert pulled the plug out part way and shoved it home again. "Should we leave this inside you?" "I don't know, sir. Whatever you'd like." Taggert continued playing with the plug, pulling it out, then shoving it back home. He finally removed it and rummaged in his bag. "If I wanted to fuck you now, slut, would you let me?" Timothy squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath to steady himself. "As long as Mr. Taggert went slow and gently." 56


"Very nice answer." He showed Timothy a larger plug. "You aren't ready yet." He squirted lube over the plug. "This one is larger than the first one. You might feel a little pressure, but hopefully no pain. Are you ready?" "Yes, Mr. Taggert." He eased the plug into Timothy's ass gently. It was larger, much larger. Timothy wondered how stretched out he was, but the plug met no resistance and soon was seated firmly inside him. The strange feeling of fullness had returned. "Maybe if you take your punishment like a man, I'll reward you." "You will?" "Yes, I will." The flogger tickled his backside. "Ready?" Timothy felt the rush of cool air when the flogger came back and struck his ass with a dull thud. He flinched, but as the strokes continued, he fell into a sort of trance where he was barely aware of little more than the slap of leather against skin. Taggert's blows landed on Timothy's behind and thighs. They hurt, but the pain only heightened his pleasure. He whimpered when Taggert stopped and grabbed his hair, pulling him out of position. "Kneel." Taggert pointed to Timothy's original position. He started to walk to the spot, but Taggert pushed him down. "Crawl, like the slave you are." The carpet burned his knees, which already ached from kneeling. He assumed his earlier position, slowly becoming aware of the sting of the lash marks, the way his shoulders 57


ached from being bound, and the shifting of the plug in his ass. Taggert forced Timothy's chin up with the handle of the flogger. "That's a good slut." He pressed the butt of the whip against Timothy's lips. "Open your mouth." Timothy complied, shivering a little when he realized his fantasy might be about to come true. Taggert eased the whip's handle into Timothy's mouth. "Show me how you'd like to pleasure me." Timothy wanted to protest, wanted to tell Taggert that it was a cock, not a leather handle he wanted to suck on. Instead, he curled his lips around the whip and sucked, pretending it was a cock, not a wood handle that tasted faintly of sweat. He twirled his tongue around the tip, then swallowed as much as he could, before sucking his way back to the tip. "Very nice." Taggert pushed the whip handle deeper into Timothy's mouth. He gagged a little before relaxing his throat enough to take the length. Taggert shifted the handle so that Timothy couldn't breathe for a moment. "I control your very breath, slut. You belong to me. You exist for my pleasure alone." He slowly slid the handle from Timothy's mouth and landed a lazy strike on his cock. "This object." He slapped Timothy's cock again. "Does not exist for your pleasure. It is for mine. I will abuse it. I will love it. I will torture it. You will find no pleasure from it without me, do you understand?" "Yes, sir." Taggert spent a few moments slapping the fingers of the whip against Timothy's shaft, not hard, just hard enough to 58


make Timothy squirm. Pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock, and he bit his lip in an attempt to control his pending orgasm. "Do you want to cum, slut?" "Yes." Timothy squeezed his eyes shut, and fought to control his impending need for release. "Please." "If you cum, you'll be punished. Are you willing to take the risk?" Taggert continued his teasing, swishing the leather strands side to side, brushing the engorged flesh. Timothy whimpered. "Yes, sir. Please, sir, may I cum?" Taggert walked away and returned with a glass. "Stand up." Once again, Timothy struggled to his feet, and Taggert immediately took hold of his cock. The touch alone almost made him lose control. "You are willing to accept the risk?" "Yes." Taggert raised a brow. "Even if I bind your cock in such a way that it won't get hard for days." Timothy swallowed hard. "Yes, sir." "Very well." He held the glass near the head of Timothy's cock and stroked, gently. Timothy arched into Taggert's soft touch, trying to find more, wanting him to move faster, but he kept things slow and coaxed whimper after whimper from Timothy. Taggert grasped his balls and rolled them in a meaty paw, squeezing a little. "Do you like my touch, slut?" "Yes." 59


"Does it excite you?" "Yes." "Will it excite you when find out what your punishment will be?" Timothy screwed his eyes shut. "Yes." "Very well, then." Taggert's strokes were a little harder and faster. "Come for me, slut. I want to see you come. I want to see your face contort, and you body shiver, and cum shoot out of this useless cock." Timothy thrust against Taggert's hand one more time and cried out when the strongest orgasm he'd ever had rolled through his body. His knees trembled, and sweat beaded on his skin. He cried out, and finally slumped to his knees. Taggert walked around him several times, but Timothy couldn't muster the energy to move or acknowledge him. He wanted to slump onto his side and sleep. Taggert twined his fingers in Timothy's hair and pulled his head back. He leaned down to speak softly in Timothy's ear, "Did it feel good?" "Yes." "Are you ready to accept your punishment?" Timothy licked his dry lips. "Yes." Taggert pressed the glass to Timothy's lips. "Drink." At first Timothy thought Taggert had a glass of water for him, but when the warm liquid touched his lips, he realized it was his own cum. He pursed his lips tight, slightly disgusted by the thought of drinking his own semen from a glass. "You accepted the consequences, slut, now drink or I will mark your pretty ass with stripes." 60


Timothy opened his mouth and grimaced when the salty and slightly bitter liquid rolled down his throat. The glass never left his lips until it was totally empty. "Open your mouth. Nice and wide." Timothy opened his mouth as wide as he could and stared when Taggert unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Taggert was thick and uncut. His hard shaft was nearly purple. A little shiver danced down Timothy's back when he realized how much larger Taggert was than the plug still embedded in his ass. Timothy wasn't even sure he could deep throat Taggert. Taggert grabbed Timothy's hair and forced his head back a bit. "I'm going to fuck your face, slut. Your job is to keep your mouth open. You aren't to suck or bite or use your tongue. All you will do is accept the fucking I'm going to give you. There will be no protests. No gagging. You'll swallow every drop of cum. And if you don't do what I tell you, I'm going to paddle your ass until you can't sit. Understand?" Timothy nodded a little. "Then we have an understanding." Taggert moved closer and allowed the head of his cock to enter Timothy's mouth. "That's a good slut. Just keep your mouth open wide." Taggert let out a soft sigh as he pushed more of his member inside Timothy's mouth. "That's good, so good. Your mouth is like silk." He pushed forward a little further until the head of his cock rested against the back of Timothy's throat, cutting off his air supply. "Your life is in my hands, slut, remember that." He began to thrust, slow at first, but then the thrusts gradually came faster, until Taggert bumped the back of Timothy's throat each time. 61


Timothy's jaws ached, and each time Taggert hit the back of his throat he wanted to gag. He'd wanted to suck Taggert's cock, not have it force fed to him. Cum splattered the back of his throat, and he swallowed, not really liking the strange flavor. Taggert pulled out slow, raking the head of his cock over Timothy's lips. "I can't wait to fuck your ass, slut. If it's as tight and warm as your mouth, we'll both be very happy." He zipped up and moved around Timothy in a lazy circle. "Face on the floor." Timothy hated not knowing what was about to happen. He trembled when he bent forward and put his cheek on the floor. "Ass in the air. Legs apart." He struggled for the position. His legs shook with the strain. "After each stroke you will say, I accept the consequences for my actions." Something smooth and hard caressed the already reddened skin of his backside. "I've found these small cutting boards make excellent paddles. I won't be pulling blows this time, slut." Timothy felt the rush of air when Taggert pulled the paddle back for a swat. He expected it to hurt, but he hadn't expected the sharp sting or sudden ache. Taggert hit hard, and Timothy was certain this paddling would leave visible marks. "I accept the consequences of my actions." The words came out in a rapid rush. Taggert said nothing. He raised the paddle for another swat. Timothy gritted his teeth and choked out the phrase he'd been instructed to give. After five strokes, tears streamed down his face, and after ten he was begging 62


Taggert to stop. He could barely get the words out past the tears choking them away. "Your ass looks amazing in this particular shade of pink." Taggert caressed the smooth globes for a moment. "I should beat your ass some more, and put you on display someplace so everyone can see what a disobedient little whore you are." Timothy sobbed. "No more, Mr. Taggert, please. I won't come again." "No you won't. When I leave tonight I'm going to bind your cock in such a way that you can't touch it." "No more," Timothy had taken to whispering and squirming across the floor in an attempt to escape from Taggert. His ass hurt from the vicious blows, and he was certain he would have bruises in the morning. "What do you say to make me stop?" "Red zone." The words came out in a hoarse whisper. Taggert returned the paddle to the bag and unlocked Timothy's cuffs. He sagged onto his side, breathing hard from the beating he'd just received. "That's right." Taggert helped Timothy to his feet and laid him face down onto the couch. Timothy didn't think he could sleep, so he was surprised when his eyes slid closed and he started to drift off. Taggert rubbed lotion onto Timothy's sore bottom and covered him with a blanket. "Just rest now." It was a suggestion Timothy didn't have to think twice about. He drifted off easily, almost before Taggert gently brushed the hair from his cheek and whispered, "That was good. If all our scenes are like that, this could be the most amazing thing of my life." 63


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CHAPTER EIGHT Chris stared at Timothy's sleeping form. The blanket had fallen to the side to expose reddened ass cheeks. The plug had been removed. The cuffs were gone. Chris raised a glass of tea to his lips. He'd gotten a bit carried away. He hadn't meant to be as cruel as he'd been, but he had been unable to resist, especially when Timothy begged so beautifully. He'd taken everything, even the vicious spanking, so naturally that Chris had forgotten Timothy had never done a scene before. He hoped he'd be forgiven when Timothy woke. His cock still ached, and he wanted to wake the sleeping boy. He wanted to see Timothy's head bobbing up and down on his thick cock while Timothy was bound with a plug in his ass, collar on his neck, and something to keep his orgasms under control. Timothy would be beautiful wearing nothing but a butt plug and a cock ring. Chris made a circuit of the house, noticing the collection of toys piled under a box of stuff. He rummaged through them: a large dildo, a pair of cuffs, cock rings, and clamps. Apparently Timothy was no stranger to kink. He rubbed his stiff prick through the fabric of his pants. He wanted to spray Timothy's sleeping body with his cum, but instead he got a notebook and pen from his back and sat down in the worn chair he'd used as an impromptu spanking bench. He'd wait until Timothy was awake. He'd give the boy what he wanted, and let him suck cock. 65


He wrote the date at the top of a fresh page, and then wrote down the details of his first scene with Timothy. Dinner arrived while he was still writing. He put it in the oven so it would stay warm. Timothy hadn't stirred at all. Chris finished his entry and left the notebook on the dining table for Timothy. He wanted Timothy to write his impressions of the scene. It seemed like a lot of work, but Chris had always found the notebook a good means of communication with his subs. Timothy finally stirred after Chris had packed all of his things and prepared to leave. Chris returned to his chair and waited to see if the boy would wake completely or not. The blanket slid onto the floor, and Timothy opened his eyes, blinking a little. "What time is it?" "About nine. You've slept for quite a while. How do you feel?" Timothy curled into a little ball. "Sore and tired." He closed his eyes again. "Think I'll sleep some more." Chris nodded. He'd have to satisfy himself that night. "Why don't you sleep in your bed? I'll put dinner in the fridge for you." "Okay." Timothy yawned and followed the worn path down the hall. Chris put dinner in the fridge and took a moment to check on Timothy one last time before he left. Timothy had buried himself under his lightweight blanket, and he'd already drifted back to sleep. 66


Chris moved close enough to run his fingers through the silky blond hair. "Good night, my pretty little slut. I can't wait to make you mine." He left then, sporting a raging hard on. He'd have to satisfy himself in the playroom again and imagine all the things he wanted to do to beautiful Timothy Archer. He lingered over the phone in the morning, not quite sure if he should call Timothy or wait until the evening. He raked his fingers over the touch pad of his cell and ran through the events of last night's scene. No doubt Timothy would be sore this morning. He probably still had red marks, maybe even bruises. Chris shifted in his chair and readjusted his pants to accommodate his rising cock. What if Timothy decided last night was enough, and he wanted nothing more to do with Chris's idea of discipline? He dialed the number and held his breath. "Hello?" Timothy's voice was still muzzled with sleep. "It's time to wake up." Chris bit his lip to keep from laughing. "It's half past ten." The only reply was a soft groan. "I'll be there in a half hour. I expect you to be naked and waiting." "Yes, sir." Timothy's voice trembled a little. Was that fear or just exhaustion? "I'd like for you to be on your bed, fresh from the shower, preferably on your knees so I can see your beautiful ass. Can you manage that?" A long hesitation preceded Timothy's uncertain, "Yes, sir." Chris wanted to reassure the young man, wanted to tell him he had no intentions of doing anything more than 67


rewarding him for a beautiful performance. Instead, he hung up, imagining Timothy's fearful expression as he made himself ready. A satisfied smirk touched Chris's lips. He would love training Timothy. He could already tell. He left his house carrying nothing but a chastity device. He had no plans to stage a scene. He only wanted to reward Timothy and talk. Unfortunately, his body seemed determined to remind him how hot Timothy had looked last night with his ass flaming red and a plug buried inside him. He rubbed his cock through the stiff fabric of his jeans. Somehow, he was going to have to get Timothy Archer off his mind, or he'd spend all of his free time jacking off. The house seemed dark and lifeless when he pulled into the driveway, but Chris ignored the nagging doubts, and let himself in. The water was still running, so he assumed Timothy must be in the shower still. He waited until the water stopped before wandering down the hall to Timothy's bedroom. He was expecting to find Timothy's ass in the air, perhaps still pink from last night, instead Timothy sat in the middle of his bed. Drops of water sparkled in his hair, and his skin did still sport a faint blush. Chris's smile slowly faded. Timothy wore a pair of shorts and sat cross legged in the middle of the bed. A sad expression filled his eyes when he looked up. "I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry." Cold washed over Chris. The chastity device fell from his hand and landed with a soft thud. He felt as though he'd been punched. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't find the words. He could just stare at the beautiful 68


creature on the bed and wonder what he'd done wrong. Had he moved too fast? Pushed the young man into a scene he hadn't wanted? Chris had doubted himself as a Dom in the past, now all those doubts rushed at him again. He replayed last night's events over in his head, seeing it from another light. He'd gone too far, pushed an inexperienced sub into an area he wasn't ready for. "I thought I wanted this, but I don't think I do. Last night was good, but it's not for me. I'm really sorry. You should probably go." Chris could only stare for a moment. "If you change your mind—" Timothy smiled a little, and that smile made Chris's heart skip a beat. Why did he have to look so beautifully tempting? "I have your number. I'm really sorry." Chris paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder at Timothy, taking in his firm body and lovely face. "I went too far, too fast. I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry, Timothy." The walk to his car was long and lonely, and only after he'd already driven away did he realize he'd forgotten the chastity device. He supposed that didn't matter now. He'd practically lost all interest in the scene after his last sub, and he hadn't found anyone he'd wanted to work with until Timothy. He should give it up; take up knitting or Bingo, something more appropriate for a man nearing fifty. The thought didn't ease the aching space in his heart when he shut and locked the door of his playroom that evening. He 69


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CHAPTER NINE Timothy hadn't liked the look of dejection on Chris Taggert's face when he walked out of the room. He liked his own disappointment even less. He'd wanted a taste of what Taggert could do, and he'd had it. It was sick. Taggert was sick for doing it, and Timothy had been sick to try it. He could still taste the combined flavors of his and Taggert's cum, even though he'd brushed his teeth several times. His ass hurt. His shoulders and thighs were sore from the odd positions, and his cock still had several angry, red marks from Taggert's flogger. He lay down and covered up with a lightweight blanket. The whole thing had been exciting. He couldn't remember when he'd been so turned on, but that didn't change the fact that it was sick. He remembered the man who'd been kneeling beside Taggert that night in the club. That could have been him. He could have been the one kneeling on the floor and then led off for all the sweaty, old men to torment in the back rooms. He burrowed under the covers. That wasn't for him, definitely not. He'd had a taste, but that's all it was. He'd go back to the normal way of doing things, including picking up guys at the clubs for quick one night stands. No strings. That's what Timothy liked. He could fuck them, and they'd leave. Taggert wouldn't leave. Staying with Taggert meant accepting Taggert's ownership. He'd be the man's slave, and he'd do whatever Taggert asked, willingly. The 71


thought sent shivers dancing down Timothy's back, and he wished a part of him didn't like the idea so much. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't forget the feel of Taggert's cock in his mouth, the sting of that flogger on his bare skin, the shifting of a plug in his ass, and most of all the intense excitement. The pain hadn't been the reason he'd wanted Taggert to stop. If they'd gone any further, Timothy knew he would have exploded. He didn't really know when his hand drifted under the covers to touch himself. Thoughts of the tangy scent of Taggert's cock and the sweetness of his cum tormented him. Even worse, he couldn't forget the thrill of kneeling at Taggert's feet and being used. His strokes sped up as he imagined kneeling in front of Taggert, licking and sucking the man's cock and balls until Taggert sprayed his face. Timothy came with a moan, and when he realized what he'd done and what he'd been fantasizing about, he rolled over and stared at the green numbers of his alarm clock until he fell asleep. Unfortunately, Taggert wouldn't leave him alone, even in his dreams. He tried to forget the man. He let the dishes pile up in his sink. He left the cum-stained sheets on the bed, but after two days, he finally changed them, disgusted by the smell. He tossed the mail on the kitchen table and didn't look at it. He ignored every lesson Kelly had taught him, but he still felt miserable. Every night he went to sleep dreaming about Christopher Taggert and all the things he had promised. He tried going to the club, but seeing the leather daddies and their boys only reminded him of Chris. He stopped going. An 72


anonymous fuck wasn't so appealing anymore. He wanted the promise of something more he'd glimpsed in Chris Taggert's eyes. A week passed, and he gave up on changing the new habits and cleaned up his house. He went back to work on a new construction site, but he didn't stop thinking about Taggert, not when he spent time shirtless in the sun. He imagined Taggert watching his sweat-soaked body while he hammered and carried lumber. He imagined Taggert humiliating him in front of his co-workers or fucking him after a long day in the sun. The thought of a thick cock in his backside was no longer unappealing. The brief introduction had left him more than a little curious. Two weeks flew by, but the thoughts and dreams of Taggert stayed with him. Finally, the temptation was too much. Timothy curled up in the chair with his cell phone and dialed Taggert's number. He was expecting voice mail, not the slightly sleep muzzled voice that answered with a soft, "Hello." Timothy swallowed hard, wishing he could swallow the nerves he felt as well. "How do I get another chance?" He closed his eyes and counted silently, hoping the man would understand. He waited for a response, but the only answer was silence. "Please. I can't stop thinking about you. I was scared. I thought it was sick, and a part of me still thinks its sick, but I can't stop thinking about you or what you did to me." Silence stretched on for a few more seconds before Taggert sighed. "I will be there in half an hour. Decide how 73


you want to meet me. That will tell me how serious you are. Be certain you want it this time." He hung up. Timothy let the phone fall from his grasp to the chair. A test. Taggert was testing him, but he didn't know how to pass it. How should he greet the man? The same as last time? Or perhaps he should remain clothed and prostrate himself in front of the man once the door was opened. In the end, he left the door open a crack and knelt naked in the center of the living room with the small plug in his ass. He clasped his hands behind him, bowed his head, and waited. He flinched when the door squeaked open, but he didn't look up. Taggert circled him, no doubt taking note of each little detail. "Face on the floor." Timothy put his cheek on the floor and arched his back to give Taggert a good view of the plug nestled between his cheeks. Taggert grabbed Timothy's wrists and bound them together under his shoulder blades with a rough length of rope. Timothy winced at the sting of unfamiliar muscles stretching. "Kneel up." Timothy returned to his kneeling position, but kept his eyes averted. He tried not to move while Taggert drew the lengths of the rope forward so the rough edges rested in the crack of his ass, holding the plug tight. Taggert drew the rope up, wrapping in an X before winding several lengths around Timothy's chest, binding his arms to body in a tight embrace. The ropes moved down, circling the base of his cock and balls. A length separated his balls and drew them tight, before looping around the base of his shaft. Timothy stared at 74


the length of rope Taggert dropped. At least four feet lay on the floor and reminded Timothy far too much of a leash. "Open your mouth." Timothy opened his mouth, expecting Taggert to force feed him his cock again, instead a hard rubber ball slid between his lips, holding his jaws wide open. It was fastened to his head with a series of buckles and snaps. His jaw ached just seconds after accepting the thing, but now he had no way of protesting. His hands weren't even free. A blindfold obscured his vision, and Timothy couldn't keep a little squeak of surprise from escaping when Taggert tugged on the rope. "Stand." Timothy struggled to his feet, noticing that although Taggert's voice sounded more shaken than strong, he was still in control. Timothy strained his ears, trying to decide what Taggert was about to do. "Follow me." Taggert tugged the makeshift leash, and Timothy struggled after him, hiding a wince at the way the ropes chafed his bare skin. He didn't balk until his feet touched concrete instead of carpet. He tried to protest, but the gag in his mouth made that impossible. Taggert tugged on the rope and made it constrict around Timothy's shaft and balls. "It's dark. It's late. No one is going to see you. Now, walk." Another sharp tug made Timothy stumble. He almost fell when Taggert opened a car door and shoved him inside. Timothy's heart raced while Taggert arranged him in the seat and fastened the seat belt. He'd thought Taggert might flog him again, but he hadn't thought about being bound, gagged, and thrown in a car. Taggert pushed his knees apart 75


and fastened something between them so he couldn't close them to obscure his nakedness. He shivered a little. He was naked and helpless with a man he barely knew. Worst of all, he was more turned on that he'd ever been, and his straining cock testified to the fact. Taggert's door opened and shut, and he started the engine. "The lights are on in the cabin. Everyone we pass will be able to see you. They will see your legs spread apart, your erect cock and reddened balls, the hard nipples, the ropes binding you, the gag holding your jaws open wide for me. You have one chance to back out of this, and I offer it to you now. If you want, I'll undo the ropes and you can go back inside and forget all about what I'm going to do to you. If that's what you want, nod your head, and it will happen." Timothy wanted to nod. His position seemed sick and wrong, but it felt so good, so right. A tear dampened the silk blindfold as he shook his head no. "You're certain, Timothy? Absolutely certain you want this? You have no idea what waits for you when I back this car out of your driveway. I won't leave with you unwilling, even if your body tells me you want this. Nod if you want to leave with me." Timothy took a deep breath and let it go, before he nodded. He shifted slightly in his seat making the rough ropes chafe in sensitive places. The plug moved just enough to remind him of its presence, and he shivered again when he realized Taggert's cock would probably replace it before the night was over. 76


"If that's your choice, from this point forward, you are not to speak without being spoken to. Your body exists for my pleasure. Your pleasure only comes when you earn it. I will give you safe words or signals should things become too much. I will care for you, treat your bruises, and rub the sore muscles. I will make certain you aren't hurt. I will do nothing to you that you don't truly want. In return, you have to promise absolute honesty. You must promise to use the safe words or signals. You promise to let me know what your limits are. If you don't, I will harm you without meaning too. Can you do that?" Again Timothy nodded. "You will always address me as Sir or Master, and I will call you whatever I feel like. You have no privileges from this point forward. They must be earned. I won't lie, Timothy, I want to possess you. I want to fuck you. I want to show you a new realm of pleasure, a place where pain and ecstasy walk hand in hand. Do you want that?" Timothy nodded and wished he could see Taggert's face. He wanted to see the man's expression while he made those promises, but he couldn't. Taggert said nothing else. He just backed the car out and drove away, leading Timothy into unfamiliar waters. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER TEN The lights weren't really on in the cabin, but Chris wanted Timothy to believe they were. Half of what he would do was psychology, not physical. Timothy made a few noises that sounded a bit like sobs, but otherwise, wasn't protesting. Chris turned onto his street and reached up to turn on the cabin light. He pulled off Timothy's blindfold so he could see the handful of people still outside. A few stared in their direction, and Chris hid a smile at the shamed expression on Timothy's face. He switched off the light when he pulled into his driveway and pressed the garage door button. Timothy's wide-eyed stare proved he hadn't expected Chris's large home or the wealthy neighborhood. He pulled into the garage and shut the door. "Are you sure, Timothy? Are you sure you want to go inside? Are you ready? It's Friday. I expect you to spend the weekend here. Can you do that?" Timothy closed his eyes and a tear slid down his cheek before he nodded. Chris got out of the car and walked around to lead his new sub inside. He unfastened the seat belt and removed the spreader bar, then tugged hard on the leash. "Follow." Timothy made a muted grunt before he stepped out of the car. Chris spent a moment checking Timothy's bonds, searching for some signs of discomfort, but he found no obvious signs of distress. He tugged the leash again and led 78


Timothy inside the house. He didn't give him the chance to look around. "Kneel, eyes down." Timothy stared for a few seconds before he sank to his knees and bowed his head. "The next time you hesitate, I will punish you. Do you understand?" Timothy nodded without looking up. Chris took a moment to savor the sight of the kneeling Timothy. His bronzed skin glowed in the low light. The ropes circled and dug into his flesh in a way that sent a rush of pure animal lust to Chris's groin. He wanted to bend Timothy over a chair and fuck him then and there, but that would wait. Many things would wait. He tugged on the leash and tried not to stare too long at the ample cock and heavy balls restrained by the ropes. He wanted to suck on them. He wanted that cock inside him. He wanted to have Timothy outside the realm of the playroom, but Timothy hadn't come to him for a vanilla encounter. He'd wanted this, and Chris was happy to give it to him. "Crawl." He tugged the leash and watched as Timothy scooted behind him, inch by inch, crawling without the use of his hands. A thin sheet of sweat coated Timothy's body by the time they reached the playroom door. Chris led his boy inside and enjoyed the look of fear when Timothy sneaked a glance around him. "This is the room where I will train you. You will spend hours here. Your performances will earn you privileges outside this room. You might earn the chance to sleep in my bed, or to be served breakfast by me. For now, you will sleep at the foot of my bed. You will serve my meals. You will do the chores I ask. You will grant me the pleasure of gazing on 79


your nude body at all times. You will pleasure me when I desire it. Do you understand?" Timothy nodded. He circled Timothy before stopping behind him to unfasten the gag and gently remove it. He waited a moment to see if Timothy would speak, and when he remained silent, he circled back to his front to undo the ropes circling his cock and balls. Timothy's mouth was still open, and Chris gently closed it before untying each knot and checking the skin beneath it. He liked the reddened indentations where the ropes had dug in. He liked the way Timothy kept his hands clasped behind him, even though his shoulders had to feel the strain of the binding. Chris studied his sub while he coiled the rope into a neat ball, trying to decide what to do with him next. He put the ropes away and stood in front of Timothy, staring down at his bowed head. "What should I do with you, boy?" He tucked his fingers under Timothy's chin and tilted his head back so he could stare into the deep, blue eyes. "Should I punish you?" "Yes, Sir." Timothy's voice was a bit hoarse, and a hint of fear glistened in his eyes. Chris traced the line of a prominent cheekbone with his thumb. He wanted to bend down and kiss the full lips, but that would wait. Timothy wanted a Dom, and that's what he would get. "Tell me why." Timothy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I've touched myself many times, Sir. I've made myself come over and over. I turned you away when I wanted you, Sir." A few tears slid down Timothy's cheeks. He tried to look away, but Chris held him still. 80


"How should I punish you?" "However you wish, Sir." Chris caressed Timothy's cheek and studied his eyes, pondering what to do to him. He backed away. "Face on the floor." Timothy bent forward and laid his cheek on the smooth floor. His back arched slightly as he held his ass high in the air. Chris smiled, savoring the sight, before he retrieved a pair of shackles from one of the cabinets. He said nothing as he strapped cuffs to Timothy's ankles, and then secured his wrists to the cuffs. Timothy was helpless and exposed in the middle of Chris's playroom. He tried to forget how many times he'd dreamed of having the young man in that very position, but he couldn't. He also couldn't forget all the things he'd wanted to do to Timothy. "Your safeword is red zone. You will use it if you need to." "Yes, Sir." Chris laid a hand on Timothy's back and caressed the soft flesh. "Should I spank you, boy?" "If you think that is what I deserve." Chris slapped the cheek of Timothy's ass. "You will always address me as Sir or Master." "Yes, Sir." Chris watched the imprint of his hand turn Timothy's flesh red. "Should I whip you?" He rubbed the globes of Timothy's behind and parted them enough to study the black plug still embedded in Timothy's ass. He pulled it out gently and savored the sight of the boy's twitching hole for a moment. "Perhaps I should fuck you. Do you think you've earned a fucking?" 81


"No, Sir." Chris kissed the edge of the crack leading to the sweet Eden he so badly wanted to explore. "I don't think so either." A wooden paddle sat on the spanking bench closest to them, and Chris grabbed it. He rubbed the smooth wood over Timothy's behind. "I think you deserve to be spanked. I like seeing a nice blush on your ass." Timothy took a deep breath. "Thank you, Sir." "You should thank me, in fact, after each swat you will thank me for taking the time to instruct you." He liked the way Timothy's muscles automatically contracted before the paddle descended. Chris didn't strike as hard as he had the last time, but Timothy still flinched and whimpered a little. "Thank you, Sir." "Thank you for instructing me." He landed another swat and enjoyed the pained wince on Timothy's face while he waited. "Thank you for instructing me, Sir." Chris let each swat land a little harder than the one before until tears streamed down Timothy's cheeks quite freely. Only then did he stop to admire the red blush on Timothy's bottom. He rubbed the warmed skin with his hand. "Have you learned a lesson?" "Yes, Sir." "What have you learned?" "I learned that I shouldn't disobey, Sir." It wasn't quite the answer Chris wanted, but it would do. "That's very true. You may kneel up." 82


The shackles limited Timothy's range of motion enough that he remained in a half stooped position, but that suited Chris well. He was ready for a little pleasure of his own. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock and balls out so Timothy could see them. "What do you want to do with these?" Chris stroked himself for a moment, loving the way Timothy licked his chops in eager anticipation. "I want to suck them, Sir." Chris stared for a moment, not quite sure what to say or do, but eventually, he let the head of cock touch Timothy's lips. "Show me how you suck cock. If you do it well, I will reward you." The red lips parted and Chris moaned softly when Timothy closed his lips around the head of his stiff prick. Timothy knew how to tease with his mouth. His tongue dipped into Chris's slit and sucked out the pre-cum, and he applied gentle suction as he worked his way down Chris's shaft. Chris tried to restrain himself, but the divine touch had driven him close to the edge, and he was unable to help thrusting forward while Timothy worked magic with his mouth. Chris buried his fingers in Timothy's sandy hair and increased his rhythm, enjoying the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Timothy's sweet mouth. He held back a heavy moan and pulled out just before he came. Trails of cum splashed Timothy's face and dripped down his chest. Chris savored the sight for a moment. Speckles of moisture glistened in Timothy's hair and the trails of liquid sparkled on his face. He looked so damned beautiful, kneeling helpless and humiliated in front of Chris. The sight alone made his cock hard again. He bent to lick the cum off 83


Timothy's lips. He hadn't meant the motion to turn into a kiss, but Timothy's mouth opened to admit his tongue. He buried his fingers in the silky blond hair and took his time exploring every crevice of Timothy's mouth. He didn't pull away until he realized Timothy was holding his breath. He caressed Timothy's stubbled cheek. "Don't you like your reward?" "Yes, sir, I do." Chris circled Timothy and tried to capture his gaze, but he kept his head down and his eyes lowered. Chris tilted his chin back so he could see Timothy's expression. "Then why do you act so ashamed?" "I came without permission, Sir." The words trembled a little, and he presented his rump when Chris backed away slightly. "I am ready for my punishment, Sir." Chris was torn, unsure if Timothy really wanted to be punished or if he was simply afraid. "Do you want to be punished, boy?" "I deserve it, Sir." His hands clenched into fists. "You should whip me, Sir." "Is that what you really want?" "Yes, Sir." "Do you remember your safe word?" "Red zone." "You will use it if you need to?" "Yes, Sir." He wiggled in a way that made his perfect ass only more enticing. "Please, Sir, I deserve it." Chris bit his lip as he walked to the cabinet to retrieve his flogger. He paused a moment and stared at the prostrated young man in the middle of the floor. Did he really want this, 84


or was he doing it because he thought it was expected? Chris hoped the boy wanted it. As much as he loved being a Dom, something about Timothy intrigued Chris in more ways than just the physical. He picked up the flogger and as an afterthought chose a dildo and lube. He was tired of watching Timothy's ass beg to be filled. He needed to learn the joys of a good fucking. He'd chosen a heavier flogger with knotted, leather fingers this time, and he trailed it lightly over Timothy's back. "Why are you receiving this flogging?" "I came without permission, Sir." Timothy shifted so Chris could see the puddle of liquid. "Yes, I see. What do you say, slut?" Chris pushed Timothy's legs further apart so he now had a good view of other parts of the young man's anatomy. "I'm sorry, Sir." Timothy took a deep breath. "Thank you for teaching me." "You will thank me afterwards when I leave stripes on your back." "Yes, Sir." Chris wanted to forget the flogging. He wasn't that cruel. Timothy was new. He'd not learned control yet. The only reason he continued was Timothy's begging. He raised the flogger and let it fall, striking light, but hard enough the tails left a red testament of their presence. He savored the sight of Timothy arching with the strikes and soft moans assured Chris that Timothy enjoyed it. Still, he stopped when he counted 15, afraid to push Timothy beyond his limits. 85


He soothed the abraded skin with gentle touches. The flogger slid from his hand and landed on the floor with a soft thud, and he knelt behind Timothy to kiss a red trail leading to his quivering behind. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" He slid the plug out of Timothy's ass and reached for the lube. Timothy flinched slightly when he uncapped the bottle. Chris liked the sudden tension in Timothy's body, liked the way his back arched and exposed him even more. He liked the spread legs and the heavy balls knotted up tight. He licked his lips and cupped the round globe of Timothy's behind. "You haven't answered me, boy. What do you think I'm going to do to you?" "I don't know, Sir." Timothy's voice had dropped to a whisper. A dollop of lube land on Chris's fingers, and he smoothed it over the two fingers before positioning them against Timothy's fluttering hole. "First, I'm going to slide two fingers inside you." He pushed his fingers into the tight ring of muscle. Timothy cried out in surprise, but moved back against Chris's fingers after he recovered from the initial surprise. Timothy's hips rolled with each gentle thrust, and he moaned softly. "Then I'm going to put three inside you." Timothy moaned a little more when Chris added a third finger and worked them in and out. "Thank you, Sir." Chris rotated the angle of his fingers to stretch the muscle a little more. "You're welcome, little slut." He slapped the cheek of Timothy's ass hard enough to leave behind a red handprint. Timothy's only response was to flinch slightly, but 86


when Chris removed his fingers, Timothy whimpered. "I'm going to fill up your hole, boy." He lubed the dildo and enjoyed the sight of Timothy's muscles clenching in anticipation. He pressed the head against the opening and rubbed Timothy's hip as he pushed forward. "Just relax and tell me if I need to stop." The head disappeared, and Timothy cried out, but Chris had no idea if it was a cry of pleasure or pain. He stopped to let Timothy's body adjust. "I'll give you a minute to grow used to it." Timothy's breathing grew ragged for a few moments, and his body tensed. For a moment, Chris thought he'd gone too far. He gently rubbed the boy's lower back and snaked his hand around to feel the hard cock and taut balls. "May I continue?" "Yes, Sir." He said the words with a whimper. Chris hesitated, not quite sure if Timothy wanted this or only wanted to please. The boy hadn't called his safe word, so Chris bit his lip and pressed the dildo forward. His doubts fell away when Timothy shivered and moaned. His hips pushed back against the hard rubber. Chris licked his lips, loving the sight of the boy's stretched hole, his moans of pleasure, the slight arch of his back, and the gooseflesh crawling over the bronzed skin. "Does it feel good?" "Yes, sir." His voice had a breathy, airy quality to it now. Chris rocked the dildo in and out a few times before pushing it into the boy further. It slid easily to the end. Chris held it in place and kissed the cleft of Timothy's ass. "You have a seven inch dildo inside you, boy. Do you like it?" He pulled the object out half way and pushed it to the hilt again. 87


Timothy rocked forward, trying to start the motion again. "Do you like it?" "Yes, Sir." He tried to move forward enough to pull the dildo out a bit, but failed. "Please sir. Please do that again." "Do what again? This?" Again, he pulled the dildo out halfway and slid it home. "Yes, Sir." His back arched a little more. "Only if you say, please sir, fuck me with the dildo." He spent a moment working the phallus in and out, before letting it come to rest again. "Please, sir, please fuck me with your dildo." Chris smiled a little. "I think you've earned that." He took his time, using long even strokes at first, then alternating with short, fast ones. "May I come, sir. I have never felt anything like this." The dildo raked against a sensitive spot and Timothy shuddered, his body nearly limp. "No, you may not come. I'm not done yet." A little growl of frustration worked its way out of Timothy's mouth. "Yes, Sir." Chris pulled the dildo out, set it aside and reached for the lube. Timothy arched his back and wagged his bottom. Chris couldn't help smiling. For a young man who had so vehemently protested being used this way, he begged beautifully. "Please, Sir, please." "Please what?" "Put it back inside me. Please." 88


Chris laughed softly and slicked his cock. "I'm going to put something else inside you." He grasped Timothy's hips. "Do you know what I'm going to do?" "No, Sir." His words sounded a bit weak. Chris smiled. He had no doubt Timothy knew exactly what he was about to do, especially when Chris pressed his wet cock against the cleft of Timothy's behind. Chris pressed his torso against Timothy's back and rocked his hips slightly. "I'm going to fill your hole with my cock and I'm going to fuck you. Isn't that what you want?" He shifted his weight and let the head of his cock rest against Timothy's sphincter. "You make me hard. Just seeing you like this nearly makes me come all over your sun-kissed skin." He kissed the hollow between Timothy's shoulder blades, savoring the salty tang of the boy's skin. Timothy shivered when Chris slid his hands over his muscled abdomen. "Do you know what a hard, manly body like yours needs?" He whispered the words into Timothy's ear, earning another shiver. "No, sir." Timothy whimpered a bit, but Chris couldn't tell if the shiver was from cold, exhaustion, or pain. His cock slipped inside Timothy's sphincter easily, and he grasped the boy's hips and waited a moment to let him adjust before he continued, pushing inward and pulling out a bit. "A body like yours needs a stiff prick inside it." Chris pushed forward until he was fully inside. Timothy moaned and whimpered, but he didn't call his safe word, and Chris fought to hold back his own excitement. He wanted to give in to temptation and take Timothy, but he didn't, instead, he 89


massaged the taut muscles in Timothy's back and kissed one of the red welts left from the flogger. "Can you guess what I'm going to do now, Timothy?" Timothy moaned softly and gasped when Chris pulled back slightly. "You're going to fuck me, sir." "Do you want me to, Timothy?" He didn't respond with words, instead, he raised his ass a little higher and laid his cheek on the floor. "Fuck me, Sir." He rocked into Chris's hips. "Please, fuck me." Chris obliged Timothy, working in and out, until a sheen of sweat glistened on Timothy's back. He dug his fingers into Timothy's hips hard enough to bruise, before he pulled out completely and buried himself in one easy stroke. The motion drug a desperate cry from Timothy. He slapped the rounded hips and left behind another handprint to match the first. "You won't be coming until I've taken my own pleasure, understand?" Timothy's only response was a vague nod, and Chris let himself fall into a place where only pleasure mattered. He concentrated on the contrast of soft skin against rough and the satin slide of flesh against flesh. He couldn't hold out long, and he bit down on Timothy's shoulder when he came, whispering the boy's name like a prayer. He lay against Timothy for a moment, before moving away to undo his bonds. Timothy still quivered and shook. "Roll over." Timothy obeyed, and Chris spent a moment rubbing his thighs, massaging away the ache that had to be there. He bent to do the same to the boy's shoulders and instead found himself staring into Timothy's deep blue eyes. He moved closer until their lips touched. Chris brushed his lips against 90


the rough rasp of Timothy's, and when the boy responded, he suppressed a sudden rush of happiness and desire. Kissing Timothy was just as exciting as fucking him, especially when the strong arms circled Chris's waist and pulled him against the body beneath him. Timothy's hard prick pressed into Chris's stomach, and he snaked a hand between them to stroke it. Timothy's tongue slipped into Chris's mouth, and he arched into the touch. "Please, sir." "Please, what?" "Make me come. I want to come for you." He continued to arch into Chris's hand and spread his legs. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. His mouth parted and his tongue poked between his lips. He looked so wanton and needy that Chris's cock twitched and hardened again. He hadn't reacted to any of his other subs the way he did to this one. He would have given up on them long ago. He put his hands on Timothy's knees and pushed them towards the floor. He admired the rounded ass and fluttering entrance for a moment before he smiled and touched the head of his cock to the puckered opening. Timothy put his hands behind his knees. "Yes, sir. Please, please fuck me again. Fuck me and I'll come for you." Chris didn't hesitate this time, burying himself to the hilt. Timothy let out a single moan, tilted his head back and rolled with each of Chris's thrusts. "Come for me, slut." He pulled out and entered again, hard and fast this time. "That's what you look like, spread and writhing on the floor." He fisted the boy's cock and stroked it hard, timing the motion to his own. 91


Timothy's mouth opened wide, and Chris tilted his hips up a little further, angling his motions so they stroked Timothy's prostate while he worked his hand up and down the boy's engorged cock. "Oh, yes, sir. God..." The rest of Timothy's words fell into unintelligible moans and whimpers. Timothy's cock twitched and cum splattered his chest and face, a few drops even landed in his hair. Chris growled and assaulted the boy's ass with more aggression. He came a few seconds later, withdrawing to leave Timothy gasping and twitching on the floor, still processing the aftershocks. The sight was almost enough to arouse Chris again. He left the boy to retrieve a bottle of water and a towel from the cabinets in the back of the room. He wiped away the cum and offered him a sip of water. He still seemed unfocused and half-aware, still quaking from the intense experience. Chris helped him stand and led him out of the playroom to his own bedroom. He patted a cot and stack of blankets set up at the foot of his king size bed. "Lie down." Timothy obeyed. "Thank you, Sir," he murmured when his eyes started to close. "You're welcome, Timothy." He covered the boy and reached for an ankle cuff. "Just so you don't escape," he said softly as he fastened it. Timothy was already half asleep and barely noticed. Chris sat beside him on the floor, stroking the golden hair and thinking, for almost an hour before he stripped off his remaining clothes and crawled into his own bed. Timothy would still be there in the morning. [Back to Table of Contents] 92


CHAPTER ELEVEN Timothy woke, sore and confused. He spent several minutes trying to figure out where he was, definitely not his house, or anyplace he remembered. The place smelled faintly of incense, and the fine furnishings hinted he was no longer in a working class neighborhood. A faint chime of metal startled him when he moved, and he gasped when he lifted the covers to find a cuff around his ankle and a chain leading to a hook in the wall. He rubbed his eyes, but when he pulled his hands away, the room didn't change. He remembered now. This must be Taggert's house. He remembered riding naked in the car, and he remembered Taggert hogtieing him and whipping him, but the rest blurred together. What else had he done? "Good morning, Timothy." Timothy started when Taggert sat down in a plush chair a short distance away. He wore only a towel and the faint scent of soap and aftershave lingered in the air. He pulled the covers close to his body, not certain what the gleam in Taggert's eyes might mean. Taggert pushed the towel aside, revealing his erect cock. "It's time for your morning duties, Timothy." Taggert brushed the underside of his prick with gentle fingers. Timothy cringed, torn between crawling the short distance and curling into a little ball. This was sick. Taggert had him chained up like an animal, and yet, the whole thing was exciting. He gave into temptation, shoved the covers aside and crawled to Taggert. The chain scraped the wood floor 93


with a faint hiss, and the prominent scratches suggested others had been in this same position. Timothy knelt between Taggert's wide-spread legs and stared up at the man, not quite sure what he wanted. "Surely you know what to do with a cock, Timothy? I'm waiting." Timothy closed his lips around the head and dipped his tongue into the slit, sampling Taggert's salty sweet flavor. He sucked his way down the shaft until he had his nose buried in Taggert's dark pubic hair. "Very nice." Taggert moaned softly when Timothy moved back to the head, paying attention to the sensitive glans. Timothy looked forward to the man's orgasm and swallowing his cum. He wanted to look up at and lick his lips like a cat given a dish of cream. Taggert pushed his head back. "Not yet." He held out a bottle of lube. "Make it nice and slick." He took the bottle with trembling hands, realizing what Taggert meant to do. He remembered Taggert fucking him, remembered that it had felt good. He hesitated a moment before he uncapped the bottle and poured a generous portion into his hand. Timothy looked away from the greedy gleam in Taggert's eyes, concentrating on the cock in front of him. He closed his hand around it, rubbing the lube around it until it glistened like a piece of glazed art. He glanced up. "Stand up." Taggert's eyes roved over his body. Timothy shivered, unnerved by his desire for the man in front of him. He stared 94


at Taggert's glistening member and licked his lips, unable to decide where he wanted it first. "Turn around." He obeyed and Taggert grabbed his hips and guided him down. Timothy stiffened a bit when the head of Taggert's cock pressed into him. He expected to be shoved down hard, but Taggert took his time, rubbed his shoulders and planted soft kisses between his shoulders. "Just relax, Timothy." His leaned back against Taggert, not resisting when he was guided down. A part of him didn't want to enjoy being used, but he couldn't deny the tremors of pleasure washing over him. He wanted to stay quiet and let Taggert think he was only following orders, but he realized Taggert wasn't guiding his motions, he was bouncing on the man's prick of his accord. "Ride me." Taggert's nails dug into his shoulders and raked down his back. "Yes, boy, that's good." Soft kisses landed between his shoulder blades, and he arched slightly, tightening his muscles around Taggert's cock. Someone moaned, and Timothy started when he realized he'd made the sound, and his moans were quickly turning into pants. Sweat dampened his skin, and he longed to take his own member in hand, but Taggert grabbed his wrist before he could. "It's not your turn to come, boy." He grasped both Timothy's wrists. "Ride me hard, Timothy. I want to come inside your tight ass." He moaned, savoring the pain when Taggert bit his shoulder. Gooseflesh crawled over his skin as he rose up 95


slightly and let Taggert slide out a little before lowering back down. It felt so good, nothing had ever felt quite like the scrape of smooth flesh over his prostate. He'd never been so hard. Taggert let go of his wrists and fisted his cock. The man's touch was soft and gentle, and the gentle caresses contrasted sharply with the movement in his ass. Tears filled his eyes. He wanted to let go, wanted to give in to the pleasure washing over him, but he knew he couldn't. Taggert nipped at an earlobe. "It feels good, doesn't it?" He squeezed Timothy's cock a little, drawing out a little whimper. "You like having my cock up your ass, don't you?" "Yes." Timothy shuddered a little. He'd never felt anything so intense, and he sped up his motions. Taggert slapped the head of his cock. "Yes, what?" Timothy moaned and shuddered when Taggert slapped his cock again. He knew what to say, but he couldn't force the words past the lump in his throat. "Yes, sir." Taggert kissed the nape of his neck and stroked his cock gently. "What do you like, Timothy?" "I like having your cock inside me, sir." Taggert grasped Timothy's hips and adjusted the rhythm to a short, fast stroke. He pulled Timothy tight against him when he came, digging his nails into soft flesh and moaning in Timothy's ear. He held Timothy there for a moment before he whispered. "I'm glad you like having my cock inside you, because it's going to be there a lot. I'll fuck you anytime and anyplace I desire." He guided Timothy back to a standing position. 96


Timothy stared down at his own engorged prick and glanced helplessly at Taggert, hoping some sort of release might be offered. He still shook with the aftershocks of the experience. His knees trembled a little, and he felt just a bit lightheaded. "If you make yourself cum, you'll get twenty lashes on your cock. Do you understand?" Timothy stared at the floor and clasped his hands behind his back. "Yes, sir." "Good." Taggert left his chair and unfastened the cuff around Timothy's ankle. "You may shower now." He pointed to an open door. "I left towels and supplies for you. Cleanliness, Timothy. Make sure every part of you is good and clean, and remember, jacking off earns you twenty lashes on this pretty member." He stroked Timothy's still erect cock. "Yes, sir." He expected Taggert to follow him, but he didn't. The bathroom was as spacious as the rest of Taggert's home. A black marble counter ran the length of one wall and contrasted with the white floors. The glass walls surrounding the oversized showers were spotless. A faint hint of cologne lingered in the air and mingled with male musk. Timothy closed the door behind him and moved closer to the mirror. He looked no different, even though he felt totally different. His features were the same, except for the faint stripes decorating his cock, and the pert peaks of his tortured nipples. He turned a little and winced at the faint bruises and red weals on his backside. He spread his cheeks apart and 97


tried to see his well used hole, but he couldn't see any difference. He let a finger slide into the well-lubed entrance and sighed. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this so much. It was wrong. He shouldn't be letting some man he barely knew tie him up and fuck him. He shuddered and looked away from the mirror. He did enjoy it. He loved it. Taggert could tie him up as much as he wanted if it made him feel like this. He flipped on the water in the shower and watched the steam rise from the dark floor. The warmth felt good on his skin, and he let the heavy spray beat down on him. His doubts washed away along with the soap. He didn't care if it was wrong. He wanted this, and Taggert was happy to give it to him. He scrubbed his skin until it was pink, paying careful attention to his prick and his newly plumbed ass. He soaped his fingers and slid them inside, ignoring the faint sting from the soap, before he used the hand shower to wash the soap away. On a whim, he lathered his pubic hair and slowly shaved it until nothing but soft skin remained. When he finished, he turned off the water and patted himself dry, pausing to stare in the mirror for a moment. The face looked the same, but he felt different, calmer, more peaceful. He turned away and padded slowly to the door. He had only one thought as he returned to Taggert's room, and that was pleasing his master. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER TWELVE "Kneel." Timothy obeyed the command beautifully, kneeling with grace. He bowed his head and clasped his hands behind him. Chris savored the signs of submission, savored the way Timothy had come along since those first awkward days. Time had flown so fast, but Chris barely noticed. He'd only noticed Timothy's growing stamina and tolerance. He knelt by Chris's side in the evenings, just like this, for an hour or more while Chris worked. He no longer panicked when Chris chained him at night, or when he was asked to service his master in the morning. He took his punishments and waited patiently for rewards. The young man who'd wanted nothing to do with anything Chris offered was gone, replaced by the dignified creature at Chris's feet. Chris took a moment to rake his fingers through Timothy's silky hair. He loved this one. He just hadn't found the courage to let submission fall away into something more. For now, he preferred Timothy like this, kneeling, silent and obedient at his feet. "I'm going to test you tonight, Timothy. I am having a dear friend for dinner, and you will serve us." "Yes, sir. I would be happy to." He didn't flinch, didn't look up. "You will wear nothing but a bow tie and your cuffs, do you understand?" He hesitated this time. "Yes, sir." 99


"Not only will you serve the food, but you will do whatever is asked of you. If you are asked to kneel and suck cock, you will. If you are bent over the table for a fucking, you won't resist. If you are asked to service us at the same time, you will do that as well. I will respect your limits, Timothy, but I want to give you a public debut, and this is the first step. If you need to, you may use your safe words. Are you ready for this?" He took a deep breath before he answered. "Yes, sir. I only want to please you, and if this is what you wish, I will do it." Chris hid a smile. He loved this one. A month ago, Timothy would have refused. Now he only wanted to please, and he did so wonderfully. Chris fought down a bit of unease when he ushered his charge to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a red, satin bowtie and a pair of leather cuffs. Daniel knew he had a new sub, but Chris had told him nothing else. He hadn't let on how raw and untrained Timothy had been when they started, and he hadn't confessed his feelings for the boy. Tonight wasn't just a test for Timothy, but a test of Chris's faith as well. He fought to compose himself when the bell rang and to find that place of calm inside him, but he couldn't hide his nerves when he opened the door. The aging man on the other side had a hard, steely glint to his eyes. His face was weathered, but he still retained a rugged beauty accented by his thick, graying hair and vibrant green eyes. He dressed plainly in a gray sweater and black slacks. "Good evening, sir," he said softly, avoiding the man's gaze. "Please, come in." He accepted Daniel's wool coat when he stepped inside. 100


"I've told you many times you can stop staring at the floor and call me by name, Christopher. When are you going to start?" "I can't think of you that way, sir. I'm sorry." The man sighed. "What prompted this little dinner tonight? I don't hear from you for weeks, and then out of the blue, I receive an invitation for a dinner. Is there something you want to tell me?" Chris did look up and meet the man's eyes. "I want to know what you think of my sub." "Ah, I see. Is this one like the last three or four, he captures your attention for a few months and then you send him away?" "No, sir." Once again, Chris looked away. "I think I want to keep this one." A heavy hand grasped Chris's shoulder. "Christopher, just once call me Daniel. That's my name, and you've more than earned the right to use it. Tell me about this new sub." "I-I would rather surprise you, s—Daniel." "All right, then. I'm ready to be surprised." Chris took a deep breath and led his former master to the dining room. He forgot all about drinks and dinner when Timothy appeared with the salad. Chris sat down, too stiff and nervous to think about the food sat in front of him. He watched Daniel take in Timothy's supple form and ample package. "He's very beautiful, Christopher," Daniel said when Timothy left to fetch the rest of the meal. "Quite lovely to look at. Is that what you wanted to hear?" 101


"No, sir." He stared at the untouched salad in front of him. "I want to know what you think of my training." Daniel nodded and studied Timothy when he returned with plates of simmering steak and potatoes. Still, Chris didn't touch his food, not even when Timothy knelt beside him, waiting for his next order. Daniel ate slowly and methodically, ignoring them both while he savored his food. Chris nibbled a little, but he could think of nothing else but Daniel's reaction. His hand drifted to Timothy's soft hair, and he massaged the boy's scalp, taking comfort in the familiar activity. When Daniel finished eating, Chris pushed his plate aside. "Clear the table, Timothy." "Yes, sir." Timothy moved gracefully around the table, removing dishes, as though he'd served men naked all of his life. Chris caught Daniel's calculating stare when Timothy left the room. The boy had passed so far, but the real test was about to begin. Timothy returned a moment later with a small bowl of chocolate mousse for each of them. "Come here, boy." Daniel's voice made Timothy flinch, but he sat the last dish down and knelt in front of Daniel. Chris held his breath. He had no idea what his master might do. Chris remembered a situation just like this one where he'd been bent over the table and fucked by every person in attendance. He didn't think that was what Daniel had in mind, but he wouldn't be surprised. "Do you love your master, boy?" 102


"Yes, sir." Timothy didn't look up, didn't flinch. He'd slid away into the hazy world of sub-space. "Your performance tonight is quite an honor to his training. Do you trust him?" "Yes, sir." "Do you trust him enough to know he wouldn't let anyone hurt you without your consent?" Timothy hesitated, obviously confused. "Yes, sir." "Your master wants me to comment on his training, boy. So far you've done very well, but the real test is a test of faith and trust. Do you understand?" "No, sir." "I want to know how much you trust your master, and I want to see how much faith he has in you. He's had dozens of subs before you, and one by one they all drifted away. He seems determined to keep you, and I want to know why. Do you understand now?" Timothy swallowed hard and nodded, before whispering, "Yes, sir." "Very good." Daniel pushed his chair back and stood. He pulled a pair of items from his pocket. "Stand up, boy." Timothy obeyed, flinching only when Daniel moved close enough to tweak an erect nipple. "Turn around and bend over the table." He trembled when he obeyed, but he laid his face on the table and gripped the edge with white knuckles. He arched his back and presented his ass to Daniel. Chris bit his lip and hoped Daniel wouldn't follow through. He saw the fear in Timothy's eyes. No matter what he'd told 103


the boy earlier, he had a responsibility to make sure no harm came to him. He bit his lip and tried to find the courage to stop Daniel, but he could only stare as his former master revealed his erect cock and slowly slid a condom down the pulsing length. Chris's breath caught when Daniel lubed two fingers and inserted them in Timothy's ass. He wanted to look away, wanted to ignore the way the scene excited him, but he could only watch. "Does your master fuck you often, boy?" "Yes, sir." Chris stared at the three fingers working in and out of the place he'd claimed as his over and over. He tore his gaze away and focused on Timothy's wide eyes. The boy stared at him, silently pleading. He wasn't enjoying this. He was scared, but Chris couldn't find the words to stop it. "Do you enjoy it? Do you like having his cock up your little hole?" "Yes, sir." Timothy's voice broke on the last word. Still Daniel's fingers worked in and out, rotating on occasion, stretching the flesh wider to accommodate Daniel's thick member. "Do you like sucking him? Serving him? Kneeling beside him?" "Yes." Daniel smacked Timothy's ass hard enough to leave behind a red handprint. "Did he not teach how to properly address your betters?" "Yes, sir." 104


"Are you enjoying this, boy? I'm going to fuck you while your master watches. Do you like the thought?" Daniel reached around to fondle Timothy's cock. "Does it make you hard?" Timothy squeezed his eyes shut. "N-Yes, sir." Daniel stared at Chris for a moment before he moved closer to position himself against the boy's body. "Are you sure, boy? You don't sound too confident." "Enough." Chris stood, unable to bear the panicked look in Timothy's eyes. "He's doing what he thinks will please me. He doesn't want this." Daniel backed away and zipped his pants up. "Is that true, boy?" "Yes, sir." Timothy choked on a sob, and he went limp against the table. Daniel's expression softened for just a moment before turning hard and impassive again. Chris wanted to run and hide, but he met his former master's eyes. "You have his loyalty, but you've got to teach him when it's okay to call his safe word. He'll do whatever he thinks will please you. That makes a great slave, Christopher, but it doesn't make much of a partner." Chris took a deep breath and helped Timothy stand. "You've done enough for now. Wait for me in the playroom." The look Timothy flashed him was more fearful than normal, but he looked away. "Yes, sir," he said quietly and walked away. Daniel returned to his seat and began eating as though the entire scene had not happened. "You love him, Christopher, I 105


see it in your eyes. I saw it when you intervened. You wouldn't have stopped me otherwise. For any other sub, you would have let it go on, and you would have enjoyed their fear. This one, though, he's special. You could take him outside of your playroom, and you would enjoy him for him, not because he kneels beside you and does your bidding." Chris swirled his spoon around his dessert. He wished he could deny Daniel's observations, but he knew he couldn't. "He doesn't feel the same. And even if I do love him, I'm old enough to be the boy's father. I'm nothing but a mentor, and when he's ready, he'll leave, like all the others." "The others wouldn't have endured that scene, even for you, Christopher. They would have safeworded. He would have taken it. He might not have liked it, but he would have done it because you desired it. That says something." Daniel pushed his plate aside. "Perhaps the boy needs to learn a little more about his master." He stood and walked past Christopher toward the playroom door. "Are you coming, Christopher? It's been far too long since you knelt in front of me." Chris took a hasty gulp of water and followed his master. A little trill of trepidation twisted his stomach when he crossed the threshold of his playroom. Timothy knelt on a pillow, head bowed and hands clasped behind him. Daniel stood in the center of the room, waiting, patient as always. Chris spared one last glance at Timothy before he assumed the same position in front of Daniel. The positions and mindset returned, and he forgot about Timothy kneeling in the corner. He forgot everything, but the man slowly circling him. 106


"It's been a long time since you've been in this position, hasn't it, Christopher?" "Yes, sir." "Stand up." Chris obeyed, but flinched when Daniel addressed Timothy. "Boy, undress your master. Show him how much you love him." "Yes, sir." Timothy's hands shook as he slowly worked buttons loose and revealed flesh. He caught Chris's eyes for just a moment, and then looked away, peeling away the rest of the clothing until Chris stood nude in front of Daniel. Gooseflesh crawled across his skin, though he wasn't sure if it was the slight chill or anticipation. A cabinet opened behind him. He closed his eyes and imagined Daniel surveying the implements inside. Would he choose a simple paddle? Or something more dangerous? The cat with the barbs, perhaps, or the single tail. He shivered at the sound of his master's steps. "You know where you should be, Christopher, and I assure you, it's not standing." He knelt and pressed his forehead to the floor. He lifted his ass in the air and reached back to part his cheeks, offering himself to his master. "How long has that hole gone empty?" "A long time, sir." "That's about to change. Boy, lick your master clean." "Y-yes, sir." Chris tried to gauge the emotion in Timothy's voice, but he wasn't certain if it was fear, excitement, or uncertainty that 107


made him hesitate. He felt him kneel, and shivered at a sudden, gentle touch on his inner thighs, the same soft touch Timothy used when he was about to suck Chris's cock. Chris tensed when a warm breath teased his opening, and he whimpered at a hesitant lick. He'd never asked Timothy for this. He wasn't certain the boy had ever done it, but the licks soon came with more confidence, and Chris couldn't restrain a slight moan when Timothy penetrated him slightly. Thoughts of pleasure fell away when Daniel yanked his hair and pulled him up even with his crotch. Chris licked his lips when Daniel revealed his engorged member. There was nothing remotely gentle when Daniel pushed his cock past Chris's lips. He relaxed his mouth so Daniel could fuck his face, but relaxing proved to be very difficult with Timothy's tongue bathing his ass and probing inside. A moan escaped his lips around the thick shaft in his mouth. His own member ached, but he concentrated only on his master, and Daniel wasn't going to let him come for a long time. "Nice and wet, Christopher." Chris licked up and down the thick shaft, focused on the swollen head, using his tongue to work liquid out of Daniel's slit. When his master thrust forward, Chris swallowed as much of him as he could and worked up and down. Daniel's cock glistened with saliva when he pulled away. "Enough boy." The attention Timothy had paid to his ass stopped, and he felt the boy back away. "Slide under your master, boy." 108


Timothy lay down on the floor and scooted himself feet first until Chris's legs were between Timothy's. He stared into Chris's eyes, obviously uncertain what was about to happen. Chris offered him a bit of a smile and a shrug. He had no idea either, but he liked this, and a part of him hoped they three of them could play together in the future. Chris yelped when Daniel's hand slapped his ass. "Concentrate, Christopher." "Yes, sir," he said softly, but he continued to stare into Timothy's eyes. More than anything he wanted to bend down and kiss the full lips. He wanted to hold and caress the man beneath him, but he doubted that was Daniel's plan, especially when a cold dollop of lube landed between his cheeks. Daniel's fingers penetrated him a moment later, probing and stretching. Chris hissed, unaccustomed to the intrusion. He hadn't been fucked in years, and part of him was just a bit afraid. "Does your master suck your cock, boy?" Timothy looked away from Chris and glanced back at Daniel. "Sometimes, sir." "Do you, Christopher? Do you let the boy have his release in your mouth?" "No, sir. I've sucked his cock, but never let him come inside my mouth." He flinched at another slap, punctuated by a rough penetration of more fingers. "I thought I'd taught you better. That's going to change, now. Move up, boy, so your master has access." Timothy slid back to allow Chris access to his stiff prick. "Spread your legs; put your arms over your head." 109


Chris moaned again. This time the moan was born of pure animal desire. Timothy looked delectable. He had an uncertain, but wanton expression. Chris wanted to bury his face in the boy's armpits and inhale his scent. He wanted to caress the muscular chest, and he wanted the smooth cock in his mouth. He'd never asked Timothy to shave, but he loved the look. His swollen member was almost purple, and his balls already shrunk up tight. Chris fought back the sudden urge to let go and come all over the boy beneath him. Shivers coursed over Chris's body when Timothy lifted his legs slightly, offering a tantalizing view of his rosebud. The intrusion of Daniel's cock entering him broke the trance. Chris shifted from his hands to his elbows. His face hovered just inches away from Timothy now. He could smell the boy's musky odor, and he lifted his ass a little higher, gasping when Daniel filled him in a smooth stroke. "Now, Christopher, service your boy as if he were your master, and if you do a satisfactory job, I might let you fuck him. In the meantime, he can watch while his master takes a pounding in the ass." Daniel wasn't gentle. He'd never been gentle. Chris winced and forced the muscles to relax, forced himself to tune out the sound of Daniel's balls slapping against his ass. He concentrated instead on Timothy, stretched out so beautifully in front of him. He buried his face in the boy's crotch and breathed in the warm, male scent. He laved the soft flesh of Timothy's sack and sucked his balls before parting Timothy's cheeks further and licking the puckered flesh of Timothy's rosebud. Timothy bucked against Chris's tongue when he probed inside, and he 110


whimpered when Chris fisted his cock and stroked without turning his attention away from Timothy's hole. "Oh, Master." Timothy moaned and thrust against Chris's hand. "Please, sir, please, may I come?" Chris lifted his head and stared into Timothy's hooded eyes. He nodded and bent to take Timothy's cock in his mouth, sucking at the head before swallowing the entire length. He worked up and down Timothy's flesh in time to Daniel's tempo. The boy's orgasm built along with his moans of delight. Chris pulled back to the head and sucked. Timothy bucked when he came, and Chris swallowed each drop of the boy's salty cum. Timothy's cock was still half hard when it slid from Chris's mouth. "So, beautiful, Christopher." Daniel withdrew and moved away. A bottle of lube landed beside Chris's hand. "Slick the boy's hole." Chris trembled when he uncapped the bottle and squirted the clear liquid on his fingers. He'd been inside Timothy many times, but this time was different. Some part of him knew everything was about to change. Timothy scooted closer to Chris and lifted his thighs, offering himself, and Chris took his time lubing the tight entrance. "Enter him, Christopher." He hesitated and earned another slap on the bottom. He wanted to be gentle, but Daniel wasn't going to allow that. "Look at him, Christopher. He's ready for you. Enter him." Chris pushed Timothy's knees towards his chest and positioned his cock against his entrance. "I'm sorry," he whispered. 111


Timothy smiled. "Do it, master. Do what he says. I'm ready." Chris pushed forward and met no resistance when he buried himself inside his sub. Not his sub, or rather, not just his sub. Timothy was more than that, and when their eyes met, Chris was certain the boy had realized that too. He held Timothy's gaze and remained still, waiting for Daniel. Daniel was almost tender this time, moving slowly, even letting a gentle caress slide down Chris's back as he filled him. Chris moaned and rocked with his master. He kept his eyes locked with Timothy's as he hooked his arms behind the boy's knees and bent forward to press his lips against Timothy's. "I can feel him fucking you, sir." Timothy arched against Chris and whimpered. "Take me, Master, please. Please." Timothy clenched his fists and lifted his arms over his head. He looked so wanton and sluttish, and if not for Daniel's cock in his ass, he would have pounded the boy hard like he'd just asked. Instead he moved at Daniel's teasing pace. "Fuck him, Christopher." Daniel's breath against his ear sent chills crawling over Chris's body. "He wants it. Look at him spread in front of you and writhing for your touch." Daniel's lips brushed over the back of Chris's neck. "Fuck him hard. Make him yours." Chris gasped when Daniel withdrew and moved away leaving him empty. He stared into Timothy's eyes for a moment before he bent down and claimed the full lips. He shuddered when Timothy pulled him down against the muscled chest and wrapped his legs around Chris's waist. He 112


thrust into Timothy hard as animal instinct claimed him. He could hear himself grunting, heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, even the sultry moans of the man beneath him, but Chris was lost in the sensation. He'd never allowed Timothy to touch him like this. Their roles had always been sharply defined, but now they were equals. Chris pushed his tongue into Timothy's mouth and savored the boy's flavor, savored the tongue batting against his. Timothy flipped him onto his back and sat up. He slid his hands down his chest and over the hard stomach, before fisting his cock. Chris laid his hands on his boy's hips and guided him up and down. "Give me a show, boy." Timothy closed his eyes and arched his back as he rode the cock inside him. He stroked his own prick slowly. His lips parted, and the pink tip of his tongue snaked out between his lips. He panted for a moment and clenched Chris's shaft tight. A strangled little squeal escaped his lips. "May I come, Sir? Please, let me come for you?" Chris trailed his fingers down Timothy's chest and laid his hand over Timothy's, stroking along with the boy. "Come for me, Timothy." He batted Timothy's hand aside and took over the stroking. "Come for me, sweetheart. My beautiful boy." He didn't know if Timothy really registered the words, but he was beautiful when he stiffened slightly, shaking, before he splattered them both with sticky trails of cum. The sight tipped Chris over the edge, and he let go, coming inside his boy to the sight of Timothy's ecstatic face. 113


Chris guided them to one of the large pillows and gathered Timothy in his arms. Never again would he chain the boy to the foot of his bed. Never again would this one be just a sub. Timothy was special. "I love you, Master," Timothy whispered as he snuggled into Chris. Chris ran his fingers through the sandy hair. "I love you, Timothy." He pulled the boy against him, not paying attention to the sweat or drying cum. He just wanted to hold his boy forever, and he didn't care if he woke ever again, just as long as Timothy was beside him. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN His master's cock pressed against his back. Hot and rigid, it hungered for attention. Timothy shifted slightly, positioning himself so his master had easy access. He didn't think about the odd position, or why he wasn't chained to his master's bed. He only knew he needed to take care of his master's needs. "My beautiful boy." Chris's breath tickled his ear and sent shivers coursing through him. His ass clenched in anticipation, and he drew in a sharp breath when a questing finger teased his entrance. "So eager to please." Chris caressed Timothy's chest and tangled his fingers in the curls. Soft kisses rained along Timothy's neck and shoulders. "I love my beautiful boy." Timothy didn't answer his master, only moved from his side to his knees, offering himself. He reached back and grasped his ankles. He remembered how he'd hesitated at this position, but now he wanted Chris's cock inside him, wanted to be claimed over and over. He wanted to hear Chris call him a slut. He wanted everything, but even more he never wanted to leave Chris's side. He wasn't quite sure when his mind had changed, only that sometime, in between learning discipline and servicing his master's needs, he'd grown to love the man. "Do you want me inside you, Timothy?" Timothy tensed when Chris caressed the globes of his ass and gently parted his cheeks further. He arched his back and 115


glanced over his shoulder at his master. Chris's thick cock glistened with lube. "Yes, Sir." Chris slapped his cheek hard. "Yes, what, Timothy?" "I want Master's cock deep inside me." Chris slapped his other cheek. "And where do you want my cock, boy?" Timothy swallowed hard. He'd had a hard time voicing his desires to Chris ever since they'd begun their relationship, but he trusted Chris now. "I want Master to fill my ass with his hard cock and fuck me like the slut he has me pretend to be." Two fingers slid into Timothy's hole. "Very nice, Timothy. What happened to the boy who wasn't going to let me anywhere near his ass?" Timothy gasped and moaned when Chris stroked over the sweet spot. "He grew up, Sir." "That's a wonderful thing for us." Chris's fingers withdrew and were replaced with the head of his cock. "I'm not going to be gentle, Timothy. Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes, Master. Fuck me hard. I want to hear your balls slapping against my ass, and I want to feel your jizz inside me." He shook his bottom a little to emphasize the point. "Please, master. Fill me up." "Are you going to come, Timothy?" "No, Sir." He expected Chris to continue making him beg, instead he pushed forward without warning. He didn't pause, even when Timothy let out a startled cry of surprise. Chris's hands dug into Timothy's hips, pressing down hard enough to bruise. 116


"Who do you belong to, Timothy?" Chris accentuated each word with a vicious thrust. "You, Sir. Only you." Chris's breath came fast and hard now. His sweat dampened flesh slammed against Timothy's ass. "Who do you obey?" He dug his fingers into Timothy's hips. This time Timothy couldn't keep a little whimper of pain at bay. "You, Sir." "You will do whatever I ask, and you will trust that I won't let anything happen to you?" He withdrew completely. "Yes, Sir." Timothy shivered. "Please, Sir." He didn't need to beg, Chris entered him again, filling him fast and hard. Chris didn't ask more questions, his movements were now jerky, and a grunt accompanied each thrust. He pulled Timothy up and pressed his stomach against Timothy's back. "I'm going fill your ass with my cum, slut." His breath stirred the hairs at the nape of Timothy's neck. Timothy shivered and fought for his own control. "Do it, Sir." Chris kissed the back of his neck before one last hard stab. The cry of pleasure that left his master's throat tempted Timothy to touch himself and take his own pleasure, but his Master wouldn't want that. This was his master's moment, not his. The cock inside him twitched several times, and Chris finally sagged against Timothy, his half hard cock still inside his boy. He withdrew and moved away, but Timothy remained where he was, exposed, waiting for his master's orders. He heard a cabinet open and tensed to keep from turning to see what Chris was doing. Was he getting one of the large dildos? 117


Or perhaps he was about to give another lesson in discipline. Timothy shivered. His master wanted to put his fist inside Timothy's hole, and lately Chris had concentrated on stretching the muscles to do just that. "Kneel, Timothy." Timothy rose up on his knees and clasped his hands behind him. He spread his legs and thrust his hips forward slightly, offering his master the opportunity to flog his erect member. He kept his eyes on the floor, concentrating on a spot just in front of him to keep from looking around. Chris approached and stood in front of Timothy. He said nothing, just moved closer and lifted Timothy's chin up so he had to look up at his master. "Do you enjoy being my boy, Timothy?" "Yes, sir." "Do you wish to leave me and go back to the life you led before we met, taking home men who left you unfulfilled?" Timothy shook his head and whispered, "No, Sir." "If I wanted you to stay with me, wanted you to be more than just my sub and slave, would you? We've explored little outside that other relationship, but I think it's time we do. Do you want that?" Timothy couldn't quite figure out what Chris was asking. "I don't understand, Sir." Chris's face softened a little. "I love you, Timothy, and I want you to stay with me. As much as I love to see you kneeling like this, I want you to be my partner as well. I won't chain you to the foot of my bed any longer. You will sleep in the bed with me, unless you really want to be chained, then I 118


will do so. Do you want more, Timothy? Do you want more than what you have now?" Timothy thought he understood now. He loved his master. He loved the quiet moments when he sat at his feet or when they shared a dinner together, just as much as he loved to be used by him. He felt safe and treasured, though he'd never dreamed he would feel that way when Chris had offered to teach him that night in the diner. "Yes, Master." Chris caressed his cheek with gentle fingers. "My beautiful boy." He produced a silver band. "If I put this on you, you will belong to me, heart and soul, Timothy." He held up a small padlock. "I have the only key, and only I will be able to remove it. You wear this around your neck as a symbol of your place, and my ownership of you. I don't offer this lightly, Timothy, so before you agree be certain you truly want this. Do you understand what I'm offering?" Timothy wanted to say yes, but he found himself shaking his head. "I don't think so, sir." "When other masters see you, they will know you are owned. You will not seek pleasure without my permission. You will obey me in public, and you will do what I ask, trusting that I know your limits well enough I won't let any harm come to you." He slipped the band around Timothy's neck. "With me, you will remember your place, but at the same time you will be my companion, my partner. You will take care of my needs, just like I will take care of you. Do you understand now, Timothy?"

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The silver band was cool against his skin. The two ends met in the hollow of his throat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes, sir." Chris held out the lock and pushed the ends together. "Do you agree, Timothy?" Timothy stared at the lock, and he shivered slightly, just a bit afraid. What would his master ask of him? Would he be like the boy he'd first seen Chris leading around the club, humiliated and exposed, while others made comments? Would Chris take him to those back rooms and pass him around like a toy? So far, Chris had done none of those things, and somehow, Timothy doubted he would. "Yes, master. I agree." Chris slipped the lock through the two ends and it clicked closed. "You belong to me now, Timothy Archer, until we mutually agree to end our relationship. You wear the symbol of my ownership." Chris took a few steps back. "Crawl over to the bench." Timothy crawled over to one of the spanking benches and positioned himself. Chris shackled his wrists to a bar below him. He was now angled with his ass high in the air, and his head down. A blindfold slid over his eyes. "Do you trust me, Timothy?" "Yes, master, I trust you." "Do you trust that I won't let any harm come to you?" "Yes, master." "I promised before that I would bind you." He tightened the shackles around Timothy's wrists and fastened his ankles into shackles as well. "I promised to take away your sight." 120


He tested the blindfold. "Now I'm going to take away your hearing. You will still be able to call your safe word, which is?" "Red zone." "But you will not see or hear anything around you. Do you trust me enough for this?" A tiny part of Timothy was afraid, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be excited. "Yes, master." "Very good." Chris inserted ear plugs. For Timothy the world was dark and quiet. He was aware of odd things, the sweat on the leather bench, the air tickling his exposed ass, his hard prick pressed against the bench. He wanted to rub against the smooth fabric until he could ease the heavy ache in his cock and balls, but that would earn him a lashing. He enjoyed pleasing his master much more than earning punishments. Someone grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. A stiff cock slapped his cheeks. He opened his mouth, but he wasn't rewarded with the cock, instead a paddle landed on his ass and drew a cry of surprise and pain from him. Two fingers pressed into his mouth and he sucked them in eagerly, trying to ignore the vicious spanking. He couldn't hear the paddle hitting him, but he could feel the air when it arced back. He tensed before each blow, which only made the swats hurt more. Tears streamed down his face. A hand forced his head back again, and the cock slapped against his cheeks. He opened his mouth just a little, and the member forced its way inside. He gagged, not quite ready to have the entire length shoved down his throat, but he had no choice. He couldn't breathe, and the spanking continued. He'd lost count at 121


twenty swats. He doubted he'd be able to sit comfortably for a few days. Timothy relaxed while the man fucked his face. Trails of saliva leaked out his mouth and mingled with his tears. The man's cock didn't taste or feel like his master, but he had no idea who else would have been allowed to use him like this. The paddling stopped, but his ass was on fire. He imagined the skin glowing bright red, perhaps even mottled with bruises. It should have frightened him, instead, he moaned softly around the prick in his mouth. It withdrew, and he was left throbbing in more than one place. His face was damp with sweat, tears, and spit. Worst of all, he had no idea what to expect. This was like nothing he and his master had ever done before. He shifted against the bench, but that only made his own cock twitch. Before he could beg for Chris, hands parted his aching ass cheeks, and a cold dollop of lube landed on his fluttering hole, followed by the blunt head of a fat prick. He knew it wasn't his master, and the man wasn't gentle. He plunged into Timothy's ass to the balls, and Timothy couldn't keep silent. He was certain the man's cock was twice the size of his master's, and worst of all, he hated how much he enjoyed that huge prick in his ass. He rocked back into him when he began moving, and he imagined a room full of strangers watching him taken over and over again. He found the thought appealing, but the fantasy fell away when his head was forced back, and his master filled his mouth. Chris had fucked his face many times, and each time had been a little different. This time, he seemed to take his cues 122


from someone else. He shoved his cock to the back of Timothy's throat, stealing his breath, and just when Timothy was sure he would pass out, his master withdrew, giving him a moment to recover, before he did the same thing again. Timothy wished he could see, or at least hear. He wondered how hot he looked with both his holes filled and fucked. His master withdrew, and unfastened his wrists. The other man pulled him back against a thick, hairy torso. As soon as the restraints on his ankles were unfastened, the man withdrew, turned him around, and then pulled him back onto the fat cock. Timothy guessed the guy was sitting on the bench now, but his back was still against the man's chest. His partner held his thighs apart and pulled his knees up and back. Timothy had no idea what was about to happen until he felt Chris settle in front of him. His master kissed him hard and claimed his mouth with his tongue. Timothy and the man still buried inside him leaned back, until they were almost flat. More lube landed around his hole and the cock inside it, and then his master pushed forward, stretching his hole further. Timothy trembled and only the steadying arms and chest of the man behind him, kept him steady. His master's cock moved slowly deeper, and then both began to move, fucking him together in unison. He'd never felt so full, not even when his master had succeeded in putting one of the large dildos in him. That felt nothing like having two hot pricks moving and thrusting inside him, stroking against his prostrate. He wanted to come so bad, could feel the orgasm of a lifetime building, but he fought to hold it at bay. When one of the men fisted his cock and began to stroke, Timothy lost his fragile 123


control. Cum sprayed on his chest, his face, and as if on cue, one of the cocks twitched inside him, followed closely by the other. His eyes rolled back and he went limp against the man behind him while the aftershocks of the orgasm washed over him. He was barely aware when they withdrew and someone lifted him and carried him upstairs to his master's bed. He fell asleep, certain he was dreaming, and he would wake to find the most marvelous fuck of his life had been his imagination. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN He looked so innocent, not at all like the young man who'd just ridden two cocks. Chris would never forget the way Timothy had trembled and shook when he orgasmed. It had been the most beautiful sight Chris had ever seen. He was so proud of his boy. He hadn't fought, hadn't questioned, just accepted, but he couldn't help being a little nervous. Would Timothy want him to remove the collar when he woke? Would he regret making the decision to allow Chris to put it there? Would he be angry Chris had allowed Daniel to join them? He hoped not. The silver padlock glinted against Timothy's tanned skin. It rested perfectly in the hollow of his neck like it had been made just for Timothy. Chris smiled to himself, pleased that he'd taken the time to measure every inch of Timothy's body, just so he could have things made special, including the collar. "Let him rest, Christopher." Daniel emerged from the shower wearing his clothes from the previous night. "He'll still be here in a few hours, and he might sleep the entire day. When you told me what you wanted to do, I had my doubts, but he did beautifully. You've done well with him." "Thank you, sir." "When are you going to give him a public debut? I think he's ready." Chris shrugged. He'd thought about parading Timothy around the clubs, and he'd even intended to do just that. 125


Now, he wasn't sure. "I don't know, maybe never. I might not want to share him." He glanced at his former master. "Except with you." They had both showered and cleaned themselves up. Chris had on nothing but a loose pair of sleep pants, and he planned to shed those as soon as Daniel left. "I can understand that." Daniel closed the distance between them and offered Chris a long, slow kiss. "Take good care of him, Christopher. Cherish him. Love him. Enjoy him." Chris looked into Daniel's eyes. "I will, sir. I promise." Daniel kissed his forehead. "I know you will." He started for the door, but stopped when Chris started to leave his spot at the foot of the bed to follow him. "I can show myself out. I know the way. Take care of your boy, Christopher. He might need something to soothe the soreness away when he wakes up." Daniel smiled. "Better yet, why don't you lie down with him. You look tired, and an old man like you needs his rest. You've gotten little of that the last few days." Chris waited a few minutes before he pushed his sleep pants off and climbed into bed beside Timothy. He pulled the warm, supple body against him and closed his eyes. This would be his life now, falling asleep beside Timothy and waking with him in his arms. He wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. [Back to Table of Contents]

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN The club hadn't changed all that much. It still smelled the same. Timothy recognized many of the people in the room as he followed his master to the bar. He caught sight of a familiar blonde head and hid a smile when he recognized Taig. Timothy was certain years had passed since he'd taken Taig home, but when he counted, it was still eight months. He didn't bother hiding his smile when he settled beside Chris. "Why are you smiling?" Chris passed him a beer. "Did you see something you liked over there? Didn't I tell you—" "No, I was just remembering something, that's all." He studied the people in the club, watching the exchanges and noticing how empty they seemed. "I feel like it's been years since I was here." Chris touched his cheek with a soft caress. "No, not years, just months. You wanted to come here, remember, I was content to stay home. You wanted to celebrate selling your parent's house." Timothy turned around on his stool so he could watch the crowd better. "That deserves celebrating." "There's other things I'd rather celebrate." Chris leaned close and nipped Timothy's earlobe. "I will be back in a moment." He stared into the crowd. "Don't pick anything up." He pointed to Taig. "Especially your friend there. If you want to pick something up, I get the final say." Timothy smiled and met Chris's eyes. "I would never do such a thing, sir." He watched the crowd for a few more 127


minutes before he turned around to study the flickering TV screen. "Changed your mind, did you?" Timothy started a bit and realized it was the bartender talking to him. "Yes, I did." "You look a hell of a lot happier than the last time I saw you in here." Timothy peeled the label on his bottle and reflected on the past eight months. He was happy, strangely happy. He felt so free and unburdened, certain in Chris's ability to take care of him. He'd gone back to school, determined to do better himself. "I'm definitely a lot happier." He saw his master weaving his way through the crowd. "He's wonderful, you know." The bartender laughed. "Yes, I know. Going to show off later?" He nodded to the curtain alcove leading to the private rooms. Timothy shook his head. "I don't think so." He left his bottle on the bar and met his master halfway across the dance floor. The music changed to something slower, and he pulled the man into his arms, swaying in time with the music. Chris kissed him. "What happened to the boy who wasn't into my sick shit and wasn't going anywhere with me?" "I think he's still at the bar." "I see." Chris cradled his face and kissed him again. "Did you see anything you wanted to take home?" Timothy smiled. "You, sir."

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Chris's only answer was to smile and pull him close. They danced in silence through two songs before Chris pushed him away and took his hand. "Let's go home, Timothy." "Yes, sir." Before Chris started the car, Timothy laid his head on Chris's shoulder. "I love you, master." Chris kissed his forehead. "I love you too, Timothy." He pulled away from the club, and Timothy closed his eyes. He was content to rest against his master and leave that other life behind. THE END

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