In Arrears (6 page)

Fox tapped his lower lip. “Eat. After your next lesson, you may have your cigarette.”

Roth turned away briefly. “Great.”

Fox finished feeding Roth his curried lamb dinner far too swiftly.

The clink of dishes being set on a tray was followed by a few dabs across his lips from a damp cloth. Fox’s voice called out softly. “Thank you, you may go.”

A feminine voice whispered in reply. “Yes, Master Fox.” There was a whisper of bare feet on a wood floor, then the soft clack of a sliding door being closed.

Fabric rustled directly before Roth. “You begin with your tongue.”

Roth winced. “We’re doing this right now?”

“Would you rather do this with someone you don’t know and cannot see?”

Roth turned away. “I can’t see you either.”

“Ah, but you know what I look like.”

Roth winced. Yes, he knew exactly what Fox looked like.
As if, I could forget...
?

Fox reached out to cup Roth’s chin. He turned Roth’s face toward him. “Since you cannot see, and you cannot use your fingers, you must learn the shape of your patron with your tongue and lips.” His hand slid up the side of Roth’s cheek to grasp his hair. “Lower your head, my tiger and discover me.” He pushed Roth’s head downward.

Roth’s forearms landed on Fox’s cross-folded thighs, just barely keeping him from falling face-first into his lap. Something warm and slightly rigid bumped Roth’s cheek. The scent of sandalwood soap didn’t quite cover the rich scent of musk. As though compelled, he turned toward it and his lips made contact with Fox’s semi-hard dick.

Fox’s fingers tightened in his hair. His voice hissed through his teeth. “Yes, explore me with your lips, and your tongue.”

Something about Fox’s voice, perhaps the husky way it vibrated, convinced Roth that he was hearing eagerness. A spark of excitement stabbed him deep under the balls. Without thought, Roth let his tongue flick out for a taste; soap and slightly salty musk, like his scent. It was...intoxicating. He dragged his tongue down the semi-hard shaft then licked his way back up, exploring the contours, the shape, and the texture.

Fox sighed. His cock pulsed and swelled to full, rigid hardness.

Roth licked upward until he came to the ridge of the crown. He couldn’t help but lave his tongue along the full edge of the crown, then across the top. The taste of musk and salt bloomed on his tongue.
Precum...

Fox’s cock twitched under his tongue. The man sucked in a sharp breath and his thighs flexed, stiffening and trembling under Roth’s arms.

Huh...?
Roth paused. Fox was...trembling?
Holy crap! He wants me to suck his dick so bad he’s actually shaking!
A sense of power washed through Roth.
I wonder what he’d do if I do this...?
He closed his lips over the entire crown and lashed the small opening with the tip of his tongue.

Fox shuddered and released a deep groan. He pulled his hand from Roth’s hair to lean back. “You...” He sucked in a breath. “You definitely have the talent for this.”

Roth snorted.
Merely doing what’s been done to me.
He decided to try something else. He sucked Fox’s cock deeper into his mouth, all the way to the back. He choked, his throat closing around Fox’s cock.

Fox gasped and his hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into Roth’s throat.

Roth’s eyes watered, as did his mouth. His throat closed tight and his stomach muscles clenched in an attempt to gag. Alarmed, he pulled back, releasing Fox’s cock with an audible pop and gasped for breath.

“No!” Fox grabbed Roth’s hair and shoved his head back down. “Don’t stop!” His saliva-slick cock slid right back into Roth’s open mouth.

Roth barely had time to suck in a breath.

Fox moaned and bucked, driving his cock deep into Roth’s throat, over and over.

Roth choked, his throat closing tight. He couldn’t breathe! He tried to push up, but Fox had too tight a grip on his hair.

Fox groaned and continued to fuck Roth’s throat.

In desperation, Roth tightened the muscles in his throat to force his airway clear, and sucked in air through his nose. Air filled his lungs. He could breathe past the cock in his throat. Panic eased and the urge to heave slipped away.

Fox thrust all the way in, shoving Roth’s nose against him, his balls pressing against Roth’s chin, and held him there.

Roth flared his nostrils to breathe.
What...?

Fox groaned long and hard. His cock pulsed in Roth’s mouth.

Thick wetness began to jet down Roth’s throat. He swallowed to keep from choking, but there was too much. His mouth filled and spilled over.

“Mmm...” Fox pulled his softening cock free of Roth’s mouth, trailing long strings of cum.

Roth fell to the side, choking. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You fucking could have warned me.” His whispering voice was hoarse.

Fox snorted. “Your patrons are paying for the privilege of using your body as they see fit.” He caught Roth by the upper arm and pulled him to sit up. “This includes cumming in your ass or down your throat.” He wiped a warm cloth across Roth’s face. “Better that you’re prepared for it.”

Prepared...?
Roth ducked his head.
How do you prepare for being used like...that?
He licked his lips, still not quite able to get the taste of Fox’s cum from his mouth. “Now I really need a drink.”

A swish and the scent of sulfur marked the strike of a match. The scent of burning tobacco followed. “Here is your cigarette.”

Roth lifted his head and opened his mouth.

Fox pressed the filter to his lips.

Roth took a deep drag, filling his lungs. His head spun with nicotine. He lifted his hand to take it from his lips.

Fox pulled it free. “You continue to forget that your fingers do not work.”

Roth bared his teeth. “Gee, I wonder whose fault that is?”

A low rumbling growl came from Fox. “The fault is yours, Jaeger. I told you this at the beginning.”

Roth clenched his jaw. “Just gimme my damned cigarette.”

With Fox’s silent assistance, Roth finished his cigarette, then was settled back on the futon to sleep. He honestly didn’t think he’d be able to sleep at all, considering what was going to happen the next day, but surprisingly, he crashed almost immediately.

A nightmare of mist and shadows that echoed with evil laughter jarred him awake sweating and chilled. He opened his eyes to nothing. He was still blindfolded. He panted, his heart pounding, unsure if he was still trapped in his nightmare.

A warm body at his side shifted, and Fox spoke softly. “Nightmare, Jaeger?”

Roth was pitifully grateful to find him there against his side. “Yeah.”

Fox rolled toward him and threw an arm over his waist. “You are not alone.”

Somehow, it was enough to ease him back into sleep.

~ * ~

Five

Roth’s day began with a rough shake of his shoulder and the scent of food. He sat up groggily.

One set of feminine hands pushed him into an upright kneeling position, while another set began sliding a robe onto his shoulders. It was tied at the waist.

Fox settle before him. “Open your mouth and eat.” Roth’s breakfast consisted of rice and sliced fruit served at the end of chopsticks. He was given water to drink.

Roth’s bladder began to protest. “I need to...”

Fox chuckled. “Relieve yourself?”

Roth nodded, his face heating.

“Understood.” Fox scooped Roth up into his arms like a child and carried him...somewhere, not too far away. His robes were raised and he was set down on the basin of a very modern pull-chain flush toilet.

Roth...did what he needed to do.

He was pushed forward and cleaned.

Roth’s face burned with humiliation.

Fox lifted Roth back into his arms. “And now for your bath.”

Roth blinked behind his blindfold. A bath actually sounded great, except... “Do you have to do that...
other
cleaning too?” Was he going to get another enema?

“Of course.” Fox sounded disgustingly cheerful.

Roth curled his lip, folded his arms, and tucked his chin. “Wonderful.”

Fox chuckled. “But you will also get a full-body massage this time.”

Roth couldn’t stop from asking. “Before or after?” His tone was surly, and he didn’t give a damn.

Fox snorted. “After you are completely clean.”

Roth huffed out a sigh. “Terrific.”

Roth’s bath pretty much went the same as before; a thorough scrubbing followed by a soak, then carefully applied humiliation.

While he was still trembling in shame, Fox laid Roth out on his belly. He straddled Roth’s hips and poured warmed sandalwood oil down Roth’s spine. His strong hands followed, kneading and rubbing Roth’s muscles from his shoulders to his ass and down each leg with incredible skill.

Roth huffed out silent moans of sheer animal pleasure. Was there
anything
Fox couldn’t do?

Fox rolled Roth onto his back and continued. “Are you enjoying your massage?”

Roth sighed deeply. “God, yes.”

“Good.” Fox’s hands massaged Roth’s shoulders and arms, then proceeded to his chest. His palms slid across Roth’s nipples.

A tingle of carnal pleasure awakened in Roth’s nipples, and they hardened.

Fox continued down Roth’s belly to his hips. His strong fingers dug deep into the crevice of his hip, right under the edge of his Apollo’s belt line.

Carnal heat spiraled into Roth’s dick, bringing it to semi erection. He hissed in a breath.

Fox grasped Roth’s cock in his oily hands and stoked slowly upward.

Roth arched up from the floor gasping. Was Fox going to jack him off?

Fox chuckled. “One final bit of preparation.”

Roth stiffed. “What?”

Fox slid something cold and hard down and around Roth’s cock. His strong fingers pushed it all the way down to the very base of Roth’s balls. It felt like a metal ring.

Roth jerked up onto his elbows. “You’re putting a cock ring on me?”

Fox patted his thigh. “It is to keep you hard during your appointments.”

Roth stiffened. “Are you saying that I’m not allowed to cum?”

Fox snorted. “You may cum at your patron’s discretion.”

Roth ground his teeth. “Bastard...”

Fox lifted Roth into a sitting position. “Up on your knees and spread your arms. I need to dress you for your first appointment.”

Roth got up on his knees and spread his arms as requested. He didn’t bother resisting. Fox was more than capable of dressing him with or without his approval.

Fox wrapped Roth in robes that felt as sheer as those he’d worn before. He also tied the cloth band around his throat, depriving him of even the whisper of a voice.

Roth’s cock swelled to throbbing tightness inside its ring.

Fox carried Roth somewhere, and set him down on a futon mattress. There was a jingle of metal, then chill steel closed around his right ankle.

Roth turned his head away and scowled. Fox was chaining him to the floor again.

Fox bustled around him, tugging at his robes. He spread them around Roth’s knees and stepped back. A soft rustle let Roth know that Fox was seated behind him in the back left-hand corner of the room.

Roth lifted his chin to scent the air. Was the patron already there? He didn’t smell anything. He couldn’t tell.

The scrape of wood against wood, then a clack announced the opening of a sliding door.

Roth lifted his head toward the sound and sniffed deeply. He smelled water, soap, a touch of masculine musk and a lot of expensive whisky. He smiled slightly. The patron was drunk.

Fabric rustled and heavy footsteps approached then stopped. “Tie his hands.” The patron’s voice was male and gruff. “On his back, above his head to the floor.”

Roth stiffened.
Do...what?

Fox rustled behind him. “As you wish.”

Roth couldn’t protest; he didn’t have a voice. He couldn’t leave; his foot was chained to the floor. He couldn’t stop Fox from taking him by the wrists and binding them together before him with a thick silky cord; his fingers wouldn’t grip the cord to tug it free. Nor could he stop Fox from pushing him onto his back and pulling his arms up over his head any more than he could stop him from knotting that cord to a ring that was apparently bolted into the floor.

The patron knelt at his side and ran his hot sweaty palms all over Roth’s chest and belly. “I’ve never seen muscles like this. He looks as though he’s made of wire.”

Fox spoke from the far right corner of the room. “Such is caused by years of near constant combat.”

The patron snorted. “I’ve seen boxers and wrestlers bulkier than this.”

Fox snorted also. “Professional fighters would stand no chance against one such as he.”