Part One For the Attention Of #4
Joe slid his fingers down between Scott’s arse cheeks and stroked his hole. He was sore. Even the slightest touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through him after the pounding he’d just taken.
“You’re sure?” Joe pushed. “I won’t be pleased if I find out that you lied to me about this.”
“Yeah, I’m s-sure,” Scott managed to say.
“Good.”
Scott wanted to lift his head and look over his shoulder, but he just didn’t have the energy anymore. It was far easier to just lie there limply and let Joe play with his body in whatever way he liked. “G-good?” he echoed.
Without any warning, Joe’s hand disappeared from Scott’s backside.
Scott nibbled on his bottom lip. Did that mean that he wasn’t good anymore? “Joe?”
Joe didn’t answer him, but that didn’t matter, because his hand had already returned to Scott’s world. Joe’s fingers brushed against Scott’s left wrist.
Scott looked up and watched Joe deftly undo the buckle to free him.
Scott shook his head. He didn’t want to be free. But explaining that there was no reason for Joe to untie him, that he could easily undo the safety releases on the cuffs after Joe left, involved far too many words that would make him stutter.
Long before Scott managed to get a word out, Joe had undone the cuff attached to Scott’s right ankle as well. A second later, Scott’s left ankle had been released from the rail at the bottom of his bed too.
“Roll over.”
When Scott didn’t immediately do as he was told, Joe nudged him pointedly in the ribs.
As desperate to please Joe as ever, Scott managed to make his limbs work, after a fashion.
He twisted around until he was finally on his back.
His left wrist was still fastened to the head-board and he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to release it himself.
Not ready to look Joe in the eye. Scott found himself staring at his own body. His cum had dried on his stomach. His cock had softened. Scott automatically moved his free hand to cover himself.
“No, you don’t.” Joe caught hold of Scott’s wrist and pinned it to the bed. There was no way Scott could keep his gaze lowered then.
* * * * *
Joe slowly dragged his eyes up Scott’s body until he finally reached Scott’s face. He’d never seen anything so perfect. It wasn’t just that Scott’s body was hot, or even that Scott looked so much more debauched than Joe would have believed possible before that night.
Joe had never seen a man so happy or relieved to be submitting to another guy—to be submitting to him. The complete contentment on Scott’s face raced to Joe’s cock, trying to make him harden long before it was physically possible.
Scott tugged slightly at Joe’s hold on his wrist. Joe automatically tightened his grip. His fingertip met his thumb as he encircled Scott’s wrist. Apparently, that was all Scott had wanted him to do. He instantly stopped struggling and lay back on the bed, relaxed and perfect—and single.
As his lips twisted into a smile, Joe ran his free hand down Scott’s chest, tracing the centre line of his rib cage. Joe lowered his hand further, until he reached the little happy trail of light blond hairs that led to Scott’s cock.
Scott’s pubes were neatly trimmed around his cock and balls.
Joe wondered if Scott had tidied himself up especially for their date.
He also wondered how shocked Scott would look if Joe ordered him to shave himself completely bare.
What about if he was tied down, legs spread wide apart, and he saw Joe approaching him with a razor?
There were so many firsts left in Scott, and Joe wanted to be the one to introduce Scott to each and every thing that he had yet to try. Joe was going to own every one of those memories.
“Did you buy all those toys especially for this occasion?” Joe asked, glancing toward those still neatly arranged on top of the chest of drawers.
Scott nodded. Colour rushed to his cheeks at the admission, making Joe grin.
“Did you get them all on line?”
Another nod.
Joe hummed to himself, already planning Scott’s first trip to a real sex shop.
Standing up, Joe made his way to the chest of drawers in order to inspect the selection of toys once more.
He’d noticed earlier that everything that usually rested on the chest had been pushed aside in order to make room for the toys.
Now, he took a moment to check over those things too.
Joe jerked as every muscle in his body tensed. Amid the jumble of loose coins and almost empty tubes of hair gel, were two packets of envelopes—the same kind of envelopes that Scott had put his note to Joe in.
Joe snatched up the envelopes and counted them. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, as he calculated that only one envelope had been taken from either of the packs.
No one else had been invited to Scott’s room—yet.
“How many letters are you intending to write?” Joe demanded, spinning around to face Scott.
Scott peered across the room at him, as if he didn’t have a clue what Joe was talking about.
Joe held up the packets of envelopes with all the flair of a legal prodigy displaying the ultimate piece of damning evidence.
There was no dramatic intake of breath, no scrambling to prove himself innocent. Scott merely stared at the envelopes for several long seconds. He shook his head then, as if to clear his senses. Finally, he spoke. “They w-were buy one, g-get one free.”
Joe closed his eyes and stayed very still.
It was the only way he could stop himself bursting into laughter.
When Joe opened his eyes, Scott was watching him in obvious confusion, but that didn’t matter.
Relief sang through Joe’s mind. He grinned as he tossed the envelopes back onto the chest of drawers.
There would be no more invitations issued, no mysterious little notes left for any other men.
About to turn back to Scott, Joe stopped himself short.
If Scott was ready to start to explore his kinky side in earnest then, even if he hadn’t bought the envelopes with the intention of sending them to other men, leaving them there would still be tempting fate.
After a little bit of searching through the debris on top of the chest of drawers, Joe unearthed a pen and a spiral notebook.
With his back still to Scott, he tore a piece of paper from the notebook.
Several seconds slipped by before Joe decided what to write.
But, once he knew what needed to be said, it only took a moment for him to scrawl his orders across the sheet.
Sealing the piece of paper into one of the envelopes, Joe wrote a few letters on the front of it and propped it against the paddle on the dresser.
“W-what’s going on?” Scott asked, as Joe turned back to face him.
“Seems a pity to waste all these, doesn’t it?” Joe said, indicating one of the packets of envelopes.
Scott nodded, probably on automatic pilot. Joe would have bet anything he owned that Scott had no idea what he was talking about. It was just his newly found submissiveness answering for him. He’d have agreed with anything Joe said.
“You went first. Now it’s my turn to invite you somewhere,” Joe explained.
Scott’s eyes went to the envelope and stayed there. “W-what d-does it say?”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “You’ll just have to read it if you want to find out, won’t you?”
Scott reached for the cuff that still trapped him on the bed.
“When I leave, you’re free to take off that cuff, not before.” Joe folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the chest of drawers to wait and see what Scott would do.
Scott stilled. He was sitting near the top of the bed with his shoulder resting against the headboard and his legs folded beneath him. His softened shaft was completely exposed and still smeared with cum. He was bloody gorgeous and apparently not about to argue with Joe’s commands.
Joe reluctantly looked down at his watch. He didn’t have time to linger much longer. “I’m working the late shift at the club tonight.”
Scott said nothing.
It was Saturday. Joe’s boss would kill him if he was late on their busiest night of the week. Joe tried to convince himself that was important when it didn’t feel even vaguely relevant.
There was no need for him to stay. The scene, such as it had been, was over. Joe knew all of that. Yet he still couldn’t quite convince himself to head for the door.
Running a hand through his hair, Joe finally pushed himself away from the chest of drawers. “Here are the rules. If you want to play with me, you can only play with me. I don’t share. Vanilla with other people is fine, but you don’t get kinky with anyone else.”
“Okay,” Scott said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“I expect you to follow the orders I’ve left for you to the letter.
If you’re not where I told you to be, when I told you to be there, I’m going to assume that you’ve changed your mind about all of this.
No second chances. If you want to walk away, now is the time to do it.
But if you don’t want to end this, then don’t mess me about. ”
“I w-won’t—”
Joe held up a hand and silenced him. “Do you understand the rules?”
“Yes.”
Joe stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Scott with his legs pressed against the edge of the bed.
Scott followed his every move, tilting his head back to look up at him.
Sliding his fingers into Scott’s hair, Joe made him tip his head back even further. No protest; no attempt to get out of the uncomfortable position. That deserved a reward.
Joe bent down and brought their lips together for the first time. Scott gasped as Joe pressed his tongue against Scott’s lips, demanding access.
Scott didn’t attempt to refuse him. He welcomed Joe into his mouth as if it never occurred to him to do anything else. Joe jerked Scott up onto his knees. A muffled yelp let him know that the cuff around Scott’s wrist was dragging him back and stopping him short.
Not in the mood to make allowances, Joe didn’t relent in the slightest. He kept Scott exactly where he wanted him while he thoroughly explored his mouth.
Scott was his, and the unexpected yet overwhelming need to mark his territory rolled through Joe’s body like a seismic wave.
Buildings toppled in his mind. Structures that had seen him through more casual relationships than he could count started to crumble.
Joe nipped at Scott’s bottom lip, pulling a moan from him. Then Joe nipped at the same spot again, harder.
Breaking the kiss, Joe stepped back. Off balance and no longer able to support himself, Scott tumbled down onto the bed. His hair was disordered and his eyes glazed with submission.
Scott put one hand to his mouth. A drop of blood seeped from the spot where Joe had bitten him. Scott looked at his blood-smeared fingertips, then back to Joe. His eyes opened very wide with shock.
Joe took another step back. Partly because he was already cutting it fine if he had any intention of getting to work on time, but also because he wasn’t actually sure what he’d end up doing to Scott if he stayed any longer.
He’d never known a sub who made him want to own a person quite so thoroughly.
Turning toward the door, Joe only stopped to pick up his jacket and the remaining envelopes. He hurried out, slamming the door behind him. In the corridor outside Scott’s bedroom, Joe paused, straining his hearing to pick up any sound of movement on the other side of the door.
Chains rattled, two light footsteps sounded on thin carpet, then paper tore.
Scott was opening his letter.
Joe took one step away from the door, then another. A smile twisted his lips as he turned and walked down the stairs, then out through the front door.
The first thing Scott had done once he had permission to free himself was open the letter. Joe’s smile grew into a grin as he imagined Scott naked and sitting on the edge of his bed, reading his message.
As he reached his car, Joe glanced at his watch. Forget working out the travel time to the club. Calculating just how long it would be until he received Scott’s answer to his invitation was much more fun.
* * * * *
Scott’s hands shook so badly he had to rest Joe’s letter on the bed to have any chance of reading it. Finally, the letters steadied themselves. Joe’s scrawl was messy, but legible.
Arrive at the club at two am. Take the empty stool at the end of the bar.
No alcohol. No talking. No fidgeting. No underwear.
Expect to obey every order I give you. Disobedience will be punished.
Your safe word is still unicorn.
Scott took a deep breath. The lingering scent of sex filled his senses. Rolling onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling above his bed as if he had never seen it before.
He’d done it. Bloody hell, he really had.
Joe was interested. Holding the paper above him, Scott read it again.
Months of sitting in the corner of the club, watching Joe flirt with anything that moved, trying to build up the courage to speak to him and failing time and time again—it all seemed like a lifetime ago.
Scott rolled onto his stomach and inhaled deeply. The scent of Joe’s arousal clung to his sheets. Closing his eyes, Scott relished Joe’s lingering presence while he still had the chance.
He’d been granted exactly what he wanted. All he had to do now was hope like hell that he had the balls to follow through with it—to take the game out of his nice safe bedroom and into the wider world.
Shutting his eyes even more tightly, Scott pulled the blankets up over his head. Warmth and comfort surrounded him. It almost felt as good as it had when Joe had lain on top of him, pinning him to the mattress.
The letters on the front of the envelope rolled around and around inside his mind.
R.S.V.P.
Joe expected Scott to reply to the orders he’d left for him with complete obedience and Scott wasn’t going to let him down.