Chapter 14 #2
DJ noted the vehicle parked in the designated space for Roy’s unit. “I didn’t think it possible, but you just got even sexier to me. Who can resist a man who drives a soccer mom minivan?”
Roy bumped him with his bag, pushing him toward the steps to his front deck.
“Hate to burst your orgasmic bubble, but it’s my neighbor’s.
They have three teenagers, two of them driving.
Each unit is allowed two vehicles. Since I’m gone so much, and my personal vehicles are in storage most of the time, I let them park one here. It’s a win-win.”
“What’s in storage?”
“A motorcycle and a Toyota Landcruiser.”
DJ imagined lots of black metal and chrome. Leather chaps, riding gloves. DJ on the back, sliding his hands over Roy’s hips, to his thighs, snugging up to the steel ass.
“Maybe you’ll take me for a ride sometime.”
“Well, in unapologetically sexist biker vernacular, it does have a pussy seat.”
DJ resisted the urge to punch him in the side, which he expected would have as much effect as a mosquito bite, and earn the same kind of dismissive swat.
It also made him think of Tal. Tal had loved his Harley.
Roy had a far end unit, so the deck went around the side of the house.
Roy let DJ follow that path to the river view in back.
The condos were literally on the river, the water lapping beneath the decking.
Each of the units had a boat dock. DJ noted a wooden owl decoy mounted on the railing of Roy’s.
A dozen seagulls and cormorants perched around it or floated in nearby waters.
“Your owl doesn’t deter them from shitting on your dock. ”
“It’s not for them.”
“What kinds of birds is it supposed to keep away?”
“Penguins,” Roy said without blinking. When DJ scoffed, he lifted a shoulder. “Do you see any penguins?"
He guided DJ to the sliding glass door, deactivating the security with his phone before he pulled it open. When he gestured to DJ to precede him, it was the first time Roy had let him go through a door first. It told DJ how secure Roy’s home was.
He was safe here. Just as he’d felt when they pulled up.
At least externally. His internal terrain was littered with landmines, like what had happened at Gilda’s when he forgot his band members were no longer with him. But he’d take what he could get. Roy was giving him a lot of appealing distractions, including what DJ saw now.
The interior was different from the weathered and dated exterior.
The modern renovated space was clean, spacious and comfortable.
The living room had a sectional sofa and big screen TV.
When Roy flipped a switch, a virtual fish tank appeared on it.
Colorful tropical fish swam along peaceful currents of water.
Sort of the same theory as his nature webcam.
The kitchen was open to the living room, a six-seater dining room and office nook to the right. Beyond it was a hall DJ assumed led to bedrooms. There was a similar hall off to the left, behind the sectional sofa.
In the kitchen, magazine subscriptions were stacked on the island’s white marble countertop. “You don’t subscribe to online versions?” DJ asked.
“I do. But I like the print versions when I’m home.”
Another attractive visual, Roy sitting out on his deck, perusing a magazine, sipping his coffee. DJ made a show of looking around.
“So where’s the home dungeon?”
“Under the building, of course. Damn, I forgot I left a sub hanging in chains down there. I meant to have Elise check on him. Local town cop and a childhood friend,” he added.
“So she came pre-vetted.”
Roy nodded but dropped the teasing, his suddenly steady look holding a different provocation.
He opened a kitchen drawer and DJ’s lower belly somersaulted as he withdrew police issue cuffs, letting them dangle from one finger.
“I don’t need a dungeon. I keep things close to hand so I can play wherever and whenever I find myself in the mood. ”
DJ cleared his throat as Roy’s gray eyes became more heated and intense. “Is it wrong that I’m imagining you in a biker cop uniform now? With calf boots and tight pants?”
“If it’s not wrong that I’m going to order you to strip and kneel for me. Forehead to the floor, wrists crossed over your raised ass. Right the fuck now.”
DJ’s breath shortened and he swayed, enough that Roy started to move toward him, but then he gripped the hem of his shirt and stripped it off, his lithe body flexing.
He toed off his shoes and unzipped his jeans.
As he pushed them down with his shorts, his cock was already starting to rise, and his gaze clung to Roy. He dropped to his knees.
“Lower your eyes, kid. You don’t have permission to look at me until I say.”
Roy’s instincts said to become more aggressive, more territorial, because that was what DJ needed, which meant Roy had zero argument with them. Being Roy’s submissive could give him the break he needed from all the shit in his head and aching in his heart.
He came close as DJ’s eyes shut and the kid put his hands behind his back, curving forward until his forehead touched the kitchen tiles. “This is my home turf, so I’m completely taking over. You understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Roy straddled that slim, bare body, bent and put a cuff around one wrist, clicking it closed before he took the other and did the same.
DJ’s body twitched, and his breath rasped harder.
Roy reached beneath him, stroked his balls, his perineum, squeezed his cock, and earned a small, pained groan, though he knew the pain wasn’t from his grip.
He dropped to one knee, his thigh pressed against DJ’s ass and balls, and gripped his hair, holding his head down. The kid seemed to like those gestures that emphasized a Master’s total control, and Roy liked them, too. Win-win.
“Tell me what you want from me, Dory. All the way down to the bottom of the well. Tell me what’s there.”
“To take me over. Don’t let me think. Help me hurt less…and more, in the right ways. You’re so gentle…I want that, but it scares me, too. To feel that much.”
“Yeah. It is scary. That’s why you’re going to feel that, so you know you can be scared with me, and I’ll take care of you. I’m in charge. Stand up.”
When he backed off so DJ could comply, Roy had a hand under his arm. The kid was shaking, harder than he’d ever seen him do during sex. Today had taken its toll, stepping back into the world again.
Roy dipped down, guided DJ’s arm over his back and folded him over his shoulder. He wrapped a hand around one thigh, thumb pressed against his balls. DJ made that soft whimper sound again as Roy lifted and carried him to the master bedroom.
His intimate space had a gray, black and white laminate wood floor, and white walls with black and white artwork.
The bed spread looked like black and gray marble with traces of white, piled with silver and black pillows.
The sheets were baby-soft cotton and a sheer white panel filled the space between the open but heavy light-blocking drapes.
A private space where Roy could take his ease. And his pleasures, though he’d brought few lovers here. DJ’s expression had flickered at Roy’s hint that he’d bring any sub here. He’d correct the notion later, but he liked that the kid felt a little jealous.
Roy put DJ on his back on the bed and stood between his bent knees, enjoying the arch of the body because of the cuffs at the small of his back. It was a high bed, so the soles of his feet barely brushed the floor.
Going to his nightstand, Roy withdrew a coil of black rope.
As he considered his options, he stroked the nylon, giving DJ time to look.
Then he returned to a spot beside DJ’s legs and dropped to a knee.
He proceeded to wrap the rope around both of DJ’s thighs, then his calves.
He left the knees alone so they could bend, and stayed above the ankles so they weren’t bone on bone.
But when he tied it off, the kid was immobilized below the dick, while beautifully highlighting that arousal.
Roy slid his arms under his knees and through the space above his bent elbows, taking him off the bed and onto the floor, turning him onto his stomach. The foam-backed rug was soft and furry, so DJ’s cock wasn’t mashed against a hard floor. Those soft fibers would feel like feathers.
“Sit up on your knees, Dory.”
With DJ’s legs tied like that, he had to wriggle to obey. Roy took a seat in a chair to watch. And then to command.
“Come to me.”
It took DJ a few more seconds to figure out how to move on his knees with his thighs and calves bound, but when he did, the flexing of muscles, the movement of his cock, the overall effort he put into obeying his Master, with a little endearing self-consciousness but a whole lot of desire, was equally beautiful to watch.
Once he bade him stop the proper distance from him, Roy rose and removed his own clothes. He’d draped his jacket on a chair in the kitchen, so now he unfastened his cuffs and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Did I say you could look at me, Dory?”
Dory’s eyes flicked down, but his mouth tightened in disappointment. “You’re mean,” he muttered.
“I can be.” Roy shrugged out of the shirt, then the tank beneath.
When he removed all the rest, his cock jutted up from between his thighs.
Roy took hold of it, giving it a good stroke.
Though DJ couldn’t look, he could figure out what he was doing.
Roy stood close enough the temptation to look, to want to touch, would be hard to resist.
“Sir…” it was a whispered plea.
“Ssh. Be quiet. You can look. But stay still.”
Roy liberally applied the lube he’d pulled out of the nightstand while DJ watched with eyes glazed with lust.
“Please…”
“Keep begging, kid. Ask me for what you want. My cock in your ass, my hand on your dick, my teeth at your throat…”