The older man crowds his primed treat. He scents the young man from tense and muscled shoulder to soft and thin-skinned nape. He speaks softly into his ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He closes his eyes when he feels Kid shiver, and slides his linen-covered thigh under Kid’s balls. “I’m going to savor every yielded ecstasy. I’m going to lick my essence out of your unrefined mouth until I can taste only your submission. I’m going to spread you open and spear your virgin pussy on my tongue until you cry out for my cock in you. I’m going to swallow your pink little cock and devour you.”
36. Kid
Kid can feel the older man’s knee between his cheeks, and the urge to grind his asshole down and fuck against Felipe’s thigh is enough to force out an undignified groan. “No,” he whispers close to Felipe’s ear. Don’t make me give in yet. I’m not ready.
37. Felipe
Pale hips flush with blood and the young man’s cock plumps on top of Felipe’s thigh. The older man artfully avoids giving his captive any accidental friction. The boy is easy game, a rabbit, far less complicated than Celia, who only pretends at being prey. “No,” he repeats Kid’s plea and meets his eyes. “Not until you desire it, not until you desire me.” He strokes the boy’s golden locks. “Until then, however, it is my duty to guide you into my service. I will do so by enforcing the rules I set. Your punishment for using vulgar language is one finger inside you…without lube.” Nefarious grin in place, he strokes this thumb over the younger man’s damp cheek.
Kid struggles uselessly in his bonds and stares daggers toward Felipe. The boy is full of impotent rage heaped on top of his own shame. “You can’t!” he rages. “At least use lube, you dick!”
Felipe’s amusement disappears like it never existed. He stares back at the younger man, matching and then surpassing his intensity until the boy looks away and shuts his eyes tight; a single tear slides down to the tip of his nose. Self-worth is a tenuous and fragile thing. Everyone must have it to be satisfied with their own existence, and yet, Felipe requires an equal amount of humility. What to do?
He tuts silkily. “You ask me for a favor and insult me in the same sentence? It is an interesting strategy, given that I am not accustomed to being called names to my face. It would be careless of me to allow you to think such behavior is rewarded.”
“I’m sorry. It just came out.” The younger man shrugs feebly.
Yes, Felipe muses, the boy’s bearing has been battered the past week. All to the good though, he can sense how close his new charge is to succumbing to him and Celia. He can proceed with the punishment as prescribed and risk Kid’s genuine disdain, or he can set out bait and let his little rabbit wander into the trap.
“Are you terribly unhappy here, boy? Do you wish Celia and I had left you in the cellar?” He asks the questions calmly, knowing they can be perceived as concern or a veiled threat. “Because believe it or not, I would rather you didn’t hate me quite so much as you do. Am I so ugly?”
38. Kid
No, Kid’s mind answers impulsively. He turns his face as far left as he can to avoid Felipe’s warm, strong body still intimately invading Kid’s personal space. “I don’t know what you want with me,” he grinds out. “It’s not like I’m a threat to you. I could disappear and you wouldn’t even notice.” He’s surprised by the pang exploding in his chest.
39. Felipe
Felipe’s heart is the slightest bit affected by the younger man’s self-defacing confession. The boy is perhaps more humble than Felipe previously gave him credit for. He recalls Kid refers to no one as his family or friend, and it gives rise to an unexpected paternal urge to comfort him. He buries his fingers in Kid’s thick hair; it really is too long for a young man. “I would notice, boy…and I would be very put out. I am not interested in reluctant bed partners. It’s true you are intrinsically here against your will, but it is my and Celia’s hope that you will eventually become a part of our odd little family. If that is not a possibility…” he kisses the younger man’s forehead tenderly, “perhaps you would be better off elsewhere.”
Kid’s eyes fill with tears, but his anger is evident. “Where?” he growls. “Where am I supposed to go? I don’t have anything. I don’t have anyone! I didn’t do anything. I didn’t kidnap a girl. It wasn’t my idea to hold her prisoner. I didn’t ask for any of this. And now I’m stuck having to choose between letting you stick a finger in my ass, or being packed off to God knows where. Gee, I wonder what the f—heck I’m gonna choose? Why don’t you get it the hell over with so I can go to bed?”