Chapter Nine - The Slave
CHAPTER NINE
The Slave
While I had scanned over Taylor’s room like a detective searching for clues, Taylor couldn’t give less of a fuck about my bedroom. He didn’t look around, just shoved me backwards until my ass landed on my bed with a thump.
“Put the collar on,” he said.
I looked at the collar in my hands. He must’ve bought it at a sex shop.
“Let’s clarify some things,” I said, sounding braver than I really felt. “When does this end?” I gestured between us.
“We said it would be one night. It ends at sunrise.”
My eyes widened. “Are you going to keep me up all night?”
Taylor shrugged. How was he always so nonchalant? “Haven’t decided yet. Put the collar on.”
I hesitated, but remembered my earlier resolve. The best way to deal with problems was to get it over and done with. I opened the collar and slid it around my neck, then latched it close. My entire body clenched as I fought against the sudden wave of humiliation. If anyone saw me like this…
He was watching me now, eyes raking over me. I expected him to say something scathing, or to make fun of me, and when his lips twitched up into a smile, I readied myself.
“You look very pretty,” he said.
I stared for a few seconds, then scowled. “Don’t.”
He tilted his head. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t make fun of me,” I said, glancing away.
He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were bright, almost…angry. “I’m not making fun of you. Everything I say tonight, I say with complete sincerity.”
His fingers dug into my jaw. What on earth…?
“Tell me you understand,” he continued.
I did as he commanded, because I had to, because I was his slave. “I understand,” I whispered.
He released me. “Good boy.”
My stomach flipped, but before I could dwell on that, he gave another order.
“Take your shirt off,” he said.
This time, I didn’t hesitate. If I questioned every order, we’d be here all night. Remember the strategy: get this over with.
After I pulled my shirt off, I chucked it into the corner of my room. Usually, I would’ve folded it or placed it in the laundry hamper, but I wanted to appear nonchalant about this whole thing.
Yeah, I was my rival’s slave for a night. Whatever. This was just another day in my life.
Taylor’s eyes dragged over my body, hungry and searching. “You really are gorgeous,” he murmured.
“Keep saying that shit and I might think you actually like me,” I said.
“It’s only for tonight. Don’t get used to it.” He took the leash of my collar and tugged it gently, so my body was tilted toward him. He stepped closer, his legs touching mine, and he bent down. His nose brushed my hair.
He was…smelling me.
“Did you have a shower?” he asked, his voice rumbling against the strands of my hair.
“A few hours ago, yeah,” I replied, keeping still, afraid that if I moved the wrong way, I’d accidentally head-butt him.
“You smell nice.”
“You’re freaking me out with how nice you’re being,” I pointed out. I didn’t mention how gay this whole situation was. We both knew it. And we were both going along with it for reasons I didn’t want to think too hard about.
“I’m not a monster,” he said, pushing a hand through my hair, stroking me like I was a pet cat. “Yeah, I own you, and yeah, I’m going to use your body. The least I can do is compliment you.” His fingertips scratched at my scalp.
I thought I’d feel dehumanised, like an animal, but actually…head scratches were nice. I could see why puppies liked them so much.
“Lie down,” he said.
I lay flat on my back, my head on a pillow. Taylor stretched out next to me, holding himself up on his side with an elbow. He spread a hand over my chest, and squeezed one of my pectoral muscles.
“I want to suck your nipples again.”
My cock twitched, and I ignored it. I wasn’t excited or anything.
Taylor was watching me. What was he waiting for? A reply?
He didn’t need permission. I was his for tonight.
Maybe my expression conveyed that, or maybe Taylor came to the same conclusion by himself, because he lowered his head and flicked his tongue against my right nipple.
I sucked in a breath. In two seconds, they stiffened into peaks, and soon, Taylor was sucking with abandon, and I was doing my best not to make a sound.
He switched sides, using one hand to gently pinch and rub the other nipple. It was like he was making sure they both got attention, like neither of them missed out.
And I was hard.
It wasn’t him touching me that did it. At least, that’s what I tried to tell myself. My nipples weren’t particularly erogenous — yeah, his tongue felt nice, but it was nothing compared to his hand on my cock.
I think it was mostly psychological. The knowledge that this was only the beginning. It would have only been about eight thirty, maybe approaching nine.
There was still the whole night to go, and things would only progress.
Taylor wasn’t the most predictable person in the world, but he wouldn’t suddenly change his mind and make me clean the dorm room or cook him dinner. I was sure of that.
He’d keep me in this bedroom.
He’d use me this way.
And the worst part was, I was enjoying it.
I’d never admit it to him, of course, but I couldn’t lie to myself. I enjoyed being touched like I was desirable and precious. Like I was something to worship.
Of course, this would’ve been even better if it wasn’t Taylor touching me, but instead a hottie I actually liked, but slaves can’t be choosers, or however the saying goes.
After ten minutes of non-stop sucking, though, I’d become impatient. When Taylor grazed his teeth over a nipple, I shoved him away. “Ow!”
I sat up, looked down at my poor chest, and almost shrieked. “What have you done?” My skin was pink and puffy and… “Jesus fuck, are those hickeys?”
Taylor wiped the corner of his mouth. I tried not to notice how red his lips were. “That’s what happens when you suck on skin, genius.”
“These will turn into bruises!”
He rolled his eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. They’ll fade within a day or two”
His gaze fell to my pants, and I quickly covered the bulge with a hand. His smug smile made me seethe.
“Shut up,” I told him. Then I pointedly looked at his own crotch, but I couldn’t see anything from the way he was sitting. The towel stretched across his thighs, obscuring the shape of everything beneath it. The corner of the towel had loosened, though.
I didn’t give myself time to think. I reached forward, grabbed that loose corner, and pulled. The towel fell away, unravelling like a ribbon, and fell onto the bedsheets.
I stared.
I expected him to be a little hard, because let’s be honest, how much enjoyment can you get from licking another person? It’s not like my nipples are particularly special. They’re just…there. My pecs aren’t very impressive either.
But Taylor was so hard, his cock was almost flat against his belly. It pointed straight up, bobbing a little as he moved. The entire length was pink and red, and I could tell without touching it how much it was begging for release.
“Lie down,” Taylor said, without looking down.
Was he aware of his massive boner? He had to be aware.
Did he just not care?
“Huh?” I said.
“Lie down,” he repeated.
“Why?”
He looked at my swollen chest. “I wasn’t done yet.”
“No,” I said forcefully. “If you keep going, I’m going to spend the next week wincing every time my t-shirt rubs against my nipples.”
He smiled sweetly. “And every time that happens, you’ll think of me.”
“No,” I repeated, then narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s your angle here?”
“My angle?” He tilted his head.
I squeezed my hands into fists, so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and strangle him. “What’s your strategy? There’s no way you want to spend all night…” I gestured at my chest. “I don’t have the patience for this, okay? Just get on with it.”
Taylor looked at me, silent, and for a moment I wondered whether he was genuinely confused.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn’t have a master plan.
Maybe this was all he wanted to do.
I tried to not feel…disappointed.
But then he grabbed the end of the leash, and tugged it, and my collar went with it, forcing me to lean forwards. His gaze raked over my face — past my temples and cheeks, up over my chin, lingering at my mouth, and finally resting on my eyes.
“Get on the floor.” His voice was raspier than usual.
I glared at him, hoping it disguised the thrill that shot through my body. I got on the floor.
“On your knees,” he said.
Huffing, I shifted so I was on my knees. At least I still had my pants on, so the carpet wouldn’t rough up my bare skin.
“Now,” he said, tugging the leash so I was forced to look right up at him. “Beg to suck my cock.”
My jaw dropped open. “What?” I demanded.
Sure, I’d let him suckle on my chest, so saying words should’ve been less of a big deal. But this was about my dignity.
“You heard me,” he said. “Beg for it.”
“No.”
He tightened the leash an inch, forcing me to move my head closer. “Rules are rules, remember. I won the competition, which means I won you.” He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. “Don’t be a sore loser.”
I clenched my jaw, furious. “I’m not a sore loser. I’m on my knees for you, aren’t I? I’m wearing this fucking dog collar, aren’t I?”
“It’s not a dog collar. For your information, it was very expens—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed. “Taylor —”
“Archie,” he interrupted, pushing his thumb past my lips, into my mouth. “Slaves don’t argue.” He paused. “I want you to finish the story you were telling me.”
That distracted me from my anger. “The story?” I asked, confused.
“The one from the first competition. You said that you would suck my cock until your eyes watered.”
The memory of my filthy words came back to me with the force of a flood. Until tears were streaming down my cheeks. Until you were deep in my throat. Until I could think of nothing but you.
How had I said those things? What had I been thinking?
I couldn’t be too hard on myself. It had been in the heat of the moment, and I’d won that competition.
Now, I gazed into Taylor’s eyes, and I realised he wasn’t just asking to humiliate me. He genuinely wanted to hear the story. Sure, I was the one on my knees, with a collar around my neck. But in that moment, I held the power.
I took a deep breath. Okay. I could do this.
“I would have sucked you off whenever,” I said quietly, and Taylor’s gaze intensified, his irises appearing darker than usual.
“In the middle of the day. In the middle of the night. Even right after a soccer game, when your skin was all shiny with sweat. But the times I thought about it the most were when we’d just finished training.
We’d all be in the change rooms, and you’d come out of the shower in a towel, and…
and I’d be able to smell you. Your soap, your shampoo, your deodorant.
It smelled so fucking good. I hated that, you know.
The fact that even the way you smelled was perfect. Clean and fresh, but masculine too.”
I rested both of my hands on his thighs, and his cock twitched. He didn’t react though. He kept his eyes right on mine.
“I thought about getting on my knees, right there, on the bathroom tiles.” I stroked his thighs up and down, very slowly. “And I’d say…”
I paused, just to see the flash of impatience cross his face. Honestly, it was kind of funny.
“I’d say, ‘Taylor, let me suck you off.’” I caressed his inner thigh, noticing a muscle jump under his skin. “I’d wrap my lips around you, get it all wet and messy.”
Was it my imagination, or was Taylor pushing his hips ever so slightly forward, as if trying to get me to touch his cock?
“I’d choke on it, but I wouldn’t care,” I continued. “You wouldn’t care either. You’d just use my mouth like I was a whore.”
“I wouldn’t,” he said, voice rough.
I blinked, ripped out of the moment. “What?”
His eyes were slightly hazy. “I wouldn’t use you. I would be…gentle.”
“Okay, you would be gentle,” I agreed. “I would be gentle too. I’d kiss the very tip, like you were a gift.
” My thumb grazed the base of Taylor’s cock, and something tightened in his jaw.
“And when I did take you down my throat, tears streaming down my face, you’d be okay with it, because you would know that I was okay.
That I wasn’t in pain. That I was enjoying it — that I enjoyed pushing myself past the limit for you. ”
There was no doubt about it. Taylor was definitely pushing his hips forward, shifting his body in an attempt to get his cock in my hands. He didn’t even seem aware of it.
Slowly, I wet my lips, and he watched me with a parted mouth.
“Do you want me to suck you off now?” I asked, in a soft voice.
His chin tipped in an almost imperceptible nod.
My smile widened. “Then beg for it.”