by Jenna Byrnes
“My Master calls me trey, Sir.”
“So your name is trey?”
He didn’t reply immediately.
Hawk exhaled again, louder this time, and repeated, “So your name is trey?”
“My given name is Shelby, Sir.”
He’d started to put the car into gear but paused and looked at the sub. “Shelby? Where the hell did trey come from?”
The sub stared straight ahead. “Trey is another word for a three in cards, Sir. The three is about the lowest card you can get.”
“The three worked out pretty nicely for me tonight, didn’t it?” Hawk mused. The sub didn’t reply, so he went on, “The deuce is the lowest possible card, but deuce is also slang for shit. So your Master ranks you one notch above shit, is that what I’m hearing?”
The sub appeared confused. “I…guess so, Sir.”
He slammed the big truck into gear. “Well, personally, I think that is shit. I’ll call you Shelby. And you don’t have to say ‘Sir’ every time you speak to me. I’d like to get to know you, have a conversation, and it would be nice to feel as if I’m speaking with a thinking person rather than an autobot.”
“I’m sorry, Sir…” Shelby stammered over his words then stopped talking.
Hawk chuckled as he drove. “Lord have mercy. It’s going to be a long fucking night.”
His ranch was twenty minutes out from the Rose & Thorn dungeons. Since making conversation seemed so hard, Hawk turned on the radio and they listened to country music as he drove them home.
He punched the button on his visor and one of the three garage doors rose. Hawk drove into the roomy garage and closed the door again. “Let’s go.” He exited the truck and entered the house.
Shelby followed hesitantly, gaze averted to the floor.
“You can look around, Shelby. I have a very nice home. What do you think?”
The sub glanced around quickly. “Very nice, Sir.”
Hawk sighed. He moved in front of Shelby and reached behind him, unfastening the leather collar and leash. He tossed them on the kitchen table and moved to the fridge. “What can I get you to drink? Beer? Wine? Soda? Juice?” He pulled out a bottle. “I’m having beer. You?”
Shelby seemed confused and didn’t reply.
Hawk twisted open the bottle top and took a long pull. He smacked his lips then set the bottle down and removed the ponytail holder from his long hair. “Might as well get comfortable.”
Shelby stood in the middle of the kitchen.
“Shelby!” he snapped. “Look at me.”
The sub raised his eyes nervously.
“Drink? Beer? Wine? Water? Juice? Diet soda? kel has a thing for OJ so we’re loaded with that. What’s your pleasure?”
“I don’t usually drink with my Master, Sir.”
“Fine. Well, I’m not your Master, but I am calling the shots for the next week, and I want you to drink with me. So what will you have? Or I’ll choose something for you.”
“Please do, Sir.”
“Aw for fuck’s sake!” Hawk stomped back to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He twisted off the cap and handed it to Shelby. “Here. Maybe if I get you drunk you’ll loosen up.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You are a piece of work. I told you, you don’t have to call me ‘Sir’. I want to chat and get to know each other, like friends. Can we just do that?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” Shelby appeared genuinely confused.
He took the man by the shoulders and directed him to the sofa, where he sat him down. Hawk sat next to him and kicked his boots off.
Shelby hopped down and grabbed the boots, setting them to the side out of the way. He settled on the floor next to Hawk’s feet.
He gaped. “What the fuck? Can you understand English, friend? We’re not role-playing right now. You’re a guest in my home. Get up and sit on the couch.”
“I’m not allowed on the furniture, Sir.”
“Not allowed—?” Hawk was stunned. He noticed that Shelby hadn’t tasted the beer. “Take a drink.”
The sub didn’t obey.
Irritation welling, Hawk snapped, “I said take a drink.”
“I’m not allowed alcohol, Sir.”
“You are tonight. Tonight, you’re going to get shit-faced drunk and let your hair down, so to speak.”
Shelby raised the bottle to his lips uncertainly. More of it dribbled down his chin than entered his mouth.
Hawk gazed at him with fascination. “Don’t tell me, you aren’t allowed to drink from a bottle?”
“I have my own bottles, Sir. They’re easier to drink from.”
A sickening knot formed in the pit of Hawk’s stomach. A flash from the past reminded him of something he’d witnessed before, and he had to ask, “Shelby, where do you sleep?”
“I have a bed, Sir.”
“Your Master’s bed?”
“Oh, no, Sir! It’s on the floor near his bed, though.”
“Shelby, do you sleep in a cage?”
The first appearance of defensiveness crossed his face. “I have a mattress, and food, and water.”
“Water bottles that hang on the side of the cage?”
He nodded.
Hawk closed his eyes. The man lives like a fucking gerbil or hamster. He enjoyed mastering his slaves as much as the next Dom, right down to paddling a sub’s ass when he deserved it or at least when Hawk thought he deserved it. But he’d never been a fan of TPE. To him, total power exchange was a more twisted scenario than even his warped mind could wrap around. “You know what? I’m not into TPE. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.”
Shelby’s back straightened. “Please, Sir! If my Master finds I’ve displeased you, he’ll be very unhappy. Please don’t send me away.”
Hawk folded his arms across his broad chest. “What happens when your Master is unhappy, Shelby? Does he beat you?”
“Oh, no, Sir. He withholds privileges.”
“Such as?”
Shelby looked down.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Does he withhold orgasms, Shelby?”
“Oh, no, Sir! Different kinds of privileges, like the use of the shower or toilet.”
He screwed up his face. “That’s disgusting! Why would you stay with a man like that?”
Shelby cocked his head. “Why? Why not? I love him, Sir.”
He tossed back the last of his beer.
“Get you another, Sir?”
“Nope. Sit there and drink yours.”
“But—”
“No buts. Drink one full beer and then we’ll talk some more.”
Shelby sputtered but managed to finish the bottle.
Hawk took the empty from his hands. “The bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left. Feel free to use it at will when you’re here. Same goes for the shower, and anything you can find in the fridge. If there’s something you want and I don’t have it, I’ll get it.”
The slave looked down. “I couldn’t, Sir.”
“Why the fuck not?”
Shelby caught his gaze for the first time unbidden. “Because I might get used to it. And then I won’t appreciate what I have at home anymore.”
Hawk ran a hand through the sub’s spiked hair. “How could you appreciate that kind of lifestyle anyway? You’re a gorgeous young man, Shelby. You could have anything you wanted in this life, if you only spoke up for yourself.”
“I wouldn’t know how to do that, Sir.”
Hawk rose. “And I’m not sure what the fuck to do with you, you poor, sad creature. I think for tonight we’ll just turn in, call it a day. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Come on.”
Shelby crawled after him.
Glancing over his shoulder, he winced. “Oh for flying fuck’s sake! Get up and walk.”
The sub did as directed.
He stopped in the hall. “There’s the bathroom. Extra toothbrushes and whatever you might need in the second drawer. When you’re ready for bed, my room is right thr
ough that door. Oh, and I like my subs to sleep nude.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Hawk left him and went to his own master bath, where he completed his night-time ritual before throwing back his silk comforter and top sheet. He stripped then crawled in the king-sized bed, covering himself with the sheet.
Shelby joined him a few moments later, every step a picture of hesitation. The gorgeous pale-skinned body made his mouth water. The sub was tall and lanky, but there were obvious muscles there, too. Not much hair—a light smattering of blond covered his chest. A slightly darker patch surrounded his half-erect cock. The organ mirrored the man’s body image—long and lean, but nicely muscled.
Hawk swallowed to keep the drool from oozing out of his mouth. “You’re beautiful, Shelby. I’m not going to touch you tonight, but I am very interested in you. When you’re ready, I hope you’ll come to me. For now, just settle in and get some rest. I assure you, you’re totally safe here.”
“Safe. Thank you, Sir,” the slave mumbled. He slipped under the covers and curled up in the fetal position, his back to Hawk.
Hawk sighed and closed his eyes.
* * * *
He woke sometime later to warm kisses, pressed against the flesh of his stomach. Hawk rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Shelby was awake, and had slipped under the covers to arouse him. The most exciting part was that the sub had come to him of his own volition.
A thrill ran down his spine, settling in his burgeoning cock. That was exactly what he’d hoped for, but he hadn’t expected it to happen nearly so fast. He ran a hand through the sub’s hair and gasped as the man nipped at him. “Easy now!”
Mouth on one of his nipples, Shelby glanced up at him. “Are you sure you want it easy? You seem like a man who might like it a bit rough.”
Hawk’s cock twitched. “Be careful what you wish for, handsome. I can definitely do rough.”
“Not this time, if it pleases you, Sir. This first time I’d like to explore your body, and see what makes you tick. If you don’t enjoy it, you can have your way with me next time.” He flicked his tongue over Hawk’s reddened nipple.
“Cheeky talk from a slave who sleeps in a cage.”
Shelby switched sides, licking and sucking the second nipple to a peak. “You’ve been so kind to me, Sir. I wanted to repay you for not punishing my insolence.”
“You weren’t insolent, you goofball, just nervous, and unsure. I don’t blame you in unfamiliar surroundings, with a new Master you don’t know.”
“I’m feeling more at ease, Sir.”
“I’m glad.”
Shelby’s trail of warm kisses moved lower.
“I’m very glad.”
“May I continue, Sir?”
“Please do.” Throwing the covers aside so he could watch, he raised his hips as the sub settled between his legs. His large cock sprang up, already erect.
Shelby’s eyes widened.
Hawk grinned. He loved when someone saw his cock for the first time. A good ten inches long, his girth was the size of a slender man’s wrist. Shelby’s wrist.
The sub was making that correlation now, gaze going from his own arm to his new Master’s fully aroused shaft. “Holy shit, Sir,” Shelby muttered.
He laughed and reached down to stroke himself, pulling the shaft to and fro. “You like? I don’t get many complaints.”
“I’ve never seen anyone that huge, Sir. Oh my God!”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. I even had a producer tell me the same thing. He fucked me then he put me in the movies. Chicken-shit wouldn’t let me fuck him. He filmed me doing it enough times, though. We made twenty-seven adult films together. Put some nice coin in my pocket before I got out of the business.”
“Adult films?” Shelby blinked, still seeming to be shocked.
“That’s right. We were safe, though. I’ve had a recent clean blood test, as I’m sure you have, correct?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“We even used condoms for blow jobs. I’m not that fanatical about it, but we will use rubbers for fucking.”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” Shelby’s voice sounded breathy.
He laughed. “You haven’t told me, Shelby. Do you like my cock?”
“Oh, yes, Sir.” He barely choked the words out.
“I’d like to feel you suck it. Take your time, see how much you can get down your throat. We’ll save fucking for another time.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The sub sounded relieved this time.
Hawk laughed again, then gasped when the man latched onto his cockhead. Glorious pink lips played over just the tip, his tongue delving into the slit time and again.
“Nice.” He reached down to pat the slave’s head. “You’re obviously well trained in giving head. A useful talent.”
Shelby didn’t reply, just worked his way down the cock, allowing as much as possible in his mouth.
Hawk felt the tip nudge the back of the sub’s throat, and thought he might come on the spot. Closing his eyes to block out the gorgeous man devouring him, he squeezed his ass cheeks together and forced himself not to come yet.
The feeling passed. Learning how to hold back an impending orgasm was another useful talent. The skill had served him well in his film career and his early years as a fledgling submissive.
“Mmm,” Shelby murmured, reaching beneath to caress Hawk’s ball sac.
“Ooh, playing with the balls, that’s dirty pool, slave. You’re going to make me come hard, aren’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded, sucking vigorously.
Heady sensations wafted over him. The sexy stud milked him powerfully, his playful fingers teasing Hawk’s tightening ball sac. Release was forthcoming. He could pinch it off and prolong the pleasure, or— What the fuck? Let it go. It’d been a long night. He was ready to explode.
“Suck me hard and I’ll come,” he instructed. “Gonna shoot straight down your throat.”
Shelby nodded encouragement.
He let go. Waves of pleasure soared through him as his cum released in spurts down the submissive’s throat.
Shelby had closed his eyes but his ministrations hadn’t ceased. He seemed to be savoring every drop, as much as Hawk savored the delightful feelings washing over him. When he was sated, he had to push the hungry mouth away.
The obedient slave seemed almost disappointed to stop.
“That was fucking incredible,” Hawk panted. “Thank you.”
Shelby bowed his head. “No, Master. Thank you.”
“I’d say you’ve earned an orgasm of your own, pretty boy. How would you like to climb up here and straddle me? Feed me your cock and I’ll see if I can make you half as happy as you just made me.”
“You’re too kind, Master.” Shelby did as directed, kneeling on either side of Hawk’s head.
Hawk drew his hair back and out of the way, then stopped to admire the long, thin shaft before him. “This is nice.” He blew on the tip. “I’d like to feel this in my ass one day soon.”
“Yes, Master.” Shelby’s tone was aroused.
“Mmm, you like that idea, don’t you? Some men don’t fuck, but I’ve never understood that. I love a nice, hard reaming, both giving and receiving.” He licked his index finger and, as his tongue went back to the sub’s cock, inserted the digit into the tight rosebud behind.
“Me too, Master. Aw, God, me too!”
The finger slid in easily, so Hawk added another. By the time Shelby’s balls had drawn up, ready for release, he had four fingers knuckle deep in the man’s anus. Hawk was thrilled, his cock firming up again. This one will have no trouble accepting my girth. He’s the perfect ass slut.
Shelby shattered and emptied his load into Hawk’s mouth. He didn’t swallow it all, choosing to save some to share with his slave in a creamy kiss. He drew his fingers out and moved the slave lower so they were face to face for the loaded exchange.
Hawk’s shaft was aching and painful again. As his tongue stabbed the beautiful pin
k mouth, he jacked himself off, shooting another thick wad of cum over both of them and making the slick satin sheets even slicker. “See what you do to me?” He held his hand up for Shelby to lick the spunk. “Two loads of cum in less than fifteen minutes. Damn, I’d say you’re just about perfect, you sweet submissive.”
“It’s only because of you, Master. You’re the perfect one.”
Hawk kissed him again, his thoughts still reeling after the exquisite blow job. Shelby had gone from calling him ‘Sir’ to ‘Master’. Could he ever think of me as his true Master? The mere thought had his cock firming yet again. He’d have a lot of brainwashing bullshit to undo, but the kid had obvious potential, and Hawk thought it might actually be worth the time investment.
He’d start tomorrow, with a visit to the worst Master he could ever imagine, the prick formerly known as Carter Perry. Maybe if the asshole thought of ‘trey’ as property and not a person, he could be persuaded into making their arrangement more permanent. The idea sent all kinds of shivers down Hawk’s spine, and tingles of arousal to his rapidly rising cock.
Shelby glanced down with surprise, then looked into his eyes and smiled. “Again, Master? Wow. Impressive. I think I might like it here.”
Hawk laughed. Exactly what I had in mind!
Chapter Two
When Hawk woke the next morning, his bed was empty. He rose and used the bathroom before wrapping up in a satin robe and sauntering to the kitchen.
Shelby was standing behind the stove, nude, flipping pancakes.
“Ooh, dangerous to cook in the buff. A man could burn himself.” He moved behind the sub and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing his cock. “Some things are better not burned.”
The slave didn’t look at him. “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to dress, Master. And I do only have the one outfit.”
“Of course you’re allowed. Are you telling me you can’t dress at home without permission?”
He bobbed his head, intently staring at the pancakes.
“Do you hold a job, Shelby? How does that work? Are you able to make decisions during the day?”
“I work for my Master, Sir.”
Hawk chuckled. “Of course you do, so you never have to leave the house, is that it?”