by Romilly King
Ash popped open the lube and turned the bottle upside down, drizzling the viscous fluid directly over Richard's cock, seemingly uncaring about both about how cold it was and the way it dripped from his shaft onto Ash's denim-clad legs. When Richard was coated to his satisfaction, he closed it and tossed it onto the bed next to him.
"That's better," Ash said, using his whole hand to wrap around Richard's cock, sliding wetly up and down as Richard shuddered, hunching over, unable to prevent a moan this time around.
Ash played with him for a long time, he rubbed Richard's cock, his testicles, his perineum. He squeezed the plump head of Richard's cock to make precome leak out and then pressed up into the sensitive spot behind his balls causing Richard to shudder and attempt to grind down onto the fleeting, wonderful pressure.
Ash's hands wandering to Richard's nipples whenever he felt the urge and his quick pinches of the sensitive nubs caused Richard's cock to twitch.
Ash made everything so soaked with lubrication that his hands glided over Richard's skin without resistance, and Richard had never felt anything like it, smooth and wet all over.
Richard bore it for as long as he could, but it felt like a depressingly short period of time before he was begging and arching his body whenever Ash's hands left him as if he could follow his touch somehow.
"Did you want something, Ricky?" Ash asked again, his voice damnably even when Richard felt like he was on the brink of shattering apart.
He let out a gasping "Please," every part of him longing for whatever Ash was willing to give him.
"Please what?" Ash said, and Richard sobbed, not knowing how much more he could take, behind his back his fingers ached with tension as he dug them into his arms to keep them from reaching out.
"You are being so good for me, Ricky," Ash said, smiling warmly up at him, "I knew as soon as I met you that you would try so hard for me!"
Richard nodded frantically, his achingly hard cock bouncing against his abs, "I will, I swear, always. Please, Ash." He couldn't believe the voice was his own, trembling and desperate.
"Hold still now," Ash said putting one hand on Richard's hip, holding his steady.
"Ye-yes, Ash," he whispered, his chest heaved and fine tremors ran up and down his body, the energy between them throbbed with arousal.
He inhaled sharply as Ash eased a slick finger along his crack and then a single finger pressed against his hole. He moved his hips restlessly because it wasn't enough, nowhere near enough. "Be still Ricky," Ash commanded, and when he obeyed the pressure increased and Ash slid his finger home into Richard's hole.
"Do you like being fucked, Ricky?" Ash asked as he moved in and out, torturously slow as if he had all the time in the world, and Richard couldn't understand how calm Ash was. How was he so unaffected when Richard felt like he was about to go crazy?
"Yes, Ash," he said, "I like to be fucked." His voice sounded far away and he found himself hoping that Ash wanted him no matter how calm he seemed right now.
"How much do you like it?" Ash asked, pressing his thumbnail into the slit of Richard's cock as he added another finger to his ass, and Richard shuddered, whining low in his throat.
"So much," he whispered. He couldn't get any more words out; it was nearly impossible to think as Ash's fingers glanced over his prostate and his other hand held his cock securely, just fanning the flames higher. He hadn't thought to ask what would happen if he came before Ash let him, but any second he was going to find out.
Then Ash stopped, his fingers stilling inside Richard and his grip on his cock loosening. Richard groaned, low and hoarse, and tried to grind down onto Ash's knuckles.
Ash laughed, pulling free, and if he hadn't slapped Richard's thigh and said, "On your stomach," Richard honestly didn't know what he would've done.
It took longer than it should have for Richard to climb off Ash and lie down. He hadn't realized how stressful a position he had been in. Sweat was trickling down his back and his thigh muscles started to quiver once he tried to move into the new position. Ash had to help him over and ease him down onto his front. "You can use your hands now," he said and Richard unclasped his arms, stretching them out to the side and rolling his shoulders. The cool soft linens were sweet torture on his abused nipples and hot cock and he moaned in pleasure.
"You are doing beautifully," Ash ran his hand down the sinuous curve of Richard back and Richard basked in the praise. "Do you need to take a break?" Ash asked, and Richard shook his head.
"No, Ash." Nothing hurt, and a break meant Ash teasing him for even longer, and Richard couldn't stand that thought.
"Do you want to use your safeword?"
"No, Ash," he said, and why was Ash even asking? He'd already indicated he was fine.
He tensed then sighed into the sheets as Ash started to massage his thighs, and Ash scolded him, "You need to tell me if it gets to be too much for you."
"It wasn't too much. I'm alright, really. Please, I don't need to stop."
"You're sure?" Ash asked skeptically.
"Yes, Ash, I'm sure. Now please fuck me," he said, spreading his legs and tilting his hips up impatiently, more wanton than he had ever been in his life before.
"I think I liked you better when you were begging," Ash said, but he sounded amused, and he moved behind Richard.
Enough time had passed that Richard had calmed down somewhat but Ash was already the master of his body, sliding his fingers back inside of Richard and teasing his slick walls until he was pushing back to meet his hand and moaning helplessly.
"Have you ever been rimmed, Ricky?" Ash asked.
Richard froze for a second and buried his face in the bed linens. "No, Ash," he said, barely able to get the words out. God, he had led such a vanilla life!
"That is about to change." Ash grabbed Richard's hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed effortlessly. Lust spiked through Richard at the casual show of strength. Then Ash pulled apart Richard's cheeks with a firm grasp and squatted behind him.
Richard just had time to say, "Ash?" before he felt Ash's tongue.
Fuck, so hot, so wet.
Oh, God.
Richard didn't understand how something could possibly feel that good. Even Ash's fingers running up and down his cock were secondary to what Ash was doing with his mouth. Richard couldn't begin to describe it, and he muffled the noises he was making into the mattress, mortified by his reactions. Ash 's tongue flickered across the nerve sensitive rim of his hole causing lightening to shoot up his spine. Then his tongue speared into Richard and god, god, no...
Richard honestly didn't mean to orgasm. What good was a Venditor who couldn't provide the agreed-upon services? He meant to stop Ash. He did.
"Ash," Richard gasped, turning his head so he could be heard, hands clenched in the sheets. "Ash. Wai--"
Ash froze when Richard started coming. For a split second, Richard panicked, thinking Ash was going to pull away from him and he couldn't bear that. But then Ash dived back in, sucking at Richard's hole as it rippled with contractions, his hand tightened around Richard's spasming cock, working him through one of the most devastating orgasms he had ever had. Ash didn't stop when Richard was through; he kept stroking him until Richard was jerking from the over-stimulation and pushing at Ash's hand.
"Stop, oh, fuck, please stop," Richard found himself trying to curl up, and Ash laughed and let him go.
Chapter Seven
It was as if his legs had turned to rubber, and Richard barely managed to climb fully back onto the bed as he tried to get his breath back. He lay on his side, bringing his legs up to give himself at least a semblance of privacy, although, what good it did him at this point, he didn't know.
"Well," Ash said, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, "that wasn't how I expected this to go."
It took a moment for the words to register, and then Richard winced. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Ash shrugged. "At least we now know that you really like rimming."
Richard didn't think he'd ever blushed so much in front of anyone else in his life. It didn't help that he had splatters of come cooling on his stomach and chest.
"But it does leave us with a bit of an issue."
Richard could see the front of Ash's pants, and the problem there didn't seem very little to him.
"I could . . ." Despite the guilt, Richard felt good, like the last time, heavy and plaint, however, he was also tired, as if all his energy had drained out of him with his come, and the thought of using his hands or his mouth on Ash was overwhelming at the moment. "Or you could still penetrate me if you wanted."
"Oh, I could, could I?" Ash asked, eyes crinkling as he grinned, and Richard was struck again by how attractive he was.
"That is definitely an option." He sat on the edge of the bed and casually ran his hand up Richard's thigh, the touch light but so welcome. "You are beautiful and relaxed right now Ricky, and slipping my cock inside you is a lovely thought, you would feel so good. But I'm quite greedy and if I fuck you now I'm not going to be satisfied until I have wrung at least two more orgasms from you." He relaxed back on the bed and rolled so that he was eye to eye with Richard. "I don't think you would enjoy that half as much as I would to be honest." He stroked a strand of hair off Richard's sweaty forehead, "Or we could end this session right here and next time I'll put a cock cage on you to make sure you don't come until I'm ready for you to. That might be a few days though. You choose which you think is the best idea."
Richard's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Both over-stimulation and chastity devices had been in the contract but they were so outside what was normal for him that Richard hadn't at the time given them much thought. Now though, after just one more day with Ash and his teasing hands and obvious desire to drive Richard mad with need be realized that he'd been naive. Ash would take complete control of his pleasure and he would use whatever he needed to ensure that happened.
Richard pulled himself up into a sitting position, feeling too vulnerable to continue lying down. "The . . . the cock cage," he said after a minute of Ash watching him. He did not doubt that Ash was telling the truth about trying to extract at least two more orgasms from him as punishment for coming before he was allowed, and with the way he felt at that moment, the prospect seemed devastating. He'd gone at least a week without masturbating in the past, and yes, he'd still be expected to service Ash, but without being able to get hard, it had to be the easier of the two options, didn't it?
"Are you sure?" Ash asked, raising his eyebrows. "You won't be able to take it off unless you safeword. I'll be holding the key."
"Yes, I'm sure," he said, even though he wasn't really, but it seemed like the lesser of the two evils.
"Alright," Ash said, he grinned and sat up, "Then let's get you cleaned up." He moved towards the nightstand, turning back around with wipes in his hand, and Richard reached out for them. Ash looked surprised for a second, but he handed them to Richard. Heated wipes, Richard realized when he felt their warmth against his skin. That was very considerate. And just another sign of how wealthy Ash was, he even had heated wipes.
He wasn't sure if it was more awkward to clean up with Ash watching or to sit there with his come speckled across his front waiting for Ash to leave.
He was relieved when Ash turned and squatted before the mini-fridge built into the nightstand. "Would you like a drink?" Ash held up a bottle of orange juice. "I've got apple juice too if you'd rather have that."
"Orange juice is fine," Richard said, and Ash opened the bottle before handing it to him. "Thank you."
"No problem."
Richard was feeling increasingly awkward. He was naked on the bed and Ash was still fully dressed. After a moment, Richard said, "I'd like to take a shower."
"Sure," Ash said, he moved forward as if he was going to help him, and no, Richard didn't want that.
Ash seemed surprised that Richard didn't want his assistance and a series of expressions flitted across his face when Richard had told him he'd prefer to be alone. "OK," he held his hands up, "I know when I'm not wanted. I'll meet you in the living room when you're ready."
"Of course," Richard had said, quite levelly, he'd thought, and then had waited until Ash had gone before he gathered the energy to move. Surprisingly, the juice helped. He wiped his stomach and thighs with the now cool wipes and quickly dressed. It meant he would have to wash his clothes before wearing them again but he preferred to shower in his own room.
He was still feeling fuzzy and drained, so it took a while to find where Ash kept his spare linens. Changing the sheets seemed the polite thing to do, especially since he'd come all over the comforter. And it took him longer still to replace the sheets on the massive bed. Finally, when everything was neatly in place and the old sheets were in the hamper he'd found in the bathroom, he ventured out.
Ash was sitting in a pool of light in the living room, reading a book, positioned so he couldn't miss Richard when he entered the room. He looked up as Richard crossed the room. "Okay?" he asked.
"Yes," Richard muttered, "I'm just going to go to bed thanks."
"Okay," Ash was different again, seeming uncertain, less confident, "Uh, I'll see you at breakfast?"
"Yes, eight o'clock?" Richard backed towards the corridor to his room.
"Yes, eight is good."
"Night," Richard found himself hurrying although he tried to slow his pace.
"Sleep well," Ash called after him.
#
Richard tried not to think about what was going to happen during the next session, but his mind kept drifting back to the subject again and again. As he was stood under the warm spray of water in his shower, washing away the last traces of his come on his stomach, he found himself staring down at his pubic hair and wondering if he should shave. It wasn't lost on him that he was worried about that particular issue for the second time since he'd met Ash, even though he'd never considered it before he'd become a Venditor.
He tried to think back to the pictures he'd seen of men in chastity whilst doing his (clearly inadequate) research and he couldn't remember if they had been shaved or not. He didn't recall seeing thatches of hair, so they probably had been at least somewhat manscaped, and thinking about it logically, the hair would get in the way.
Ash hadn't told him to shave, and he'd spent time studying Richard's groin, he would have said something if he thought it was going to be necessary.
Maybe he'd assumed Richard knew.
No, Ash knew he was a novice in this area. He would have said something.
Besides, it wasn't as if Richard didn't trim. He wasn't particularly hairy but maybe he should take a little more off.
He thumped forehead softly against the white tiles of the shower several times. He wasn't going to think about this anymore. Not about any of it. He was going to finish his shower, and then he was going to watch some mindless television and then he was going to go to sleep. He'd figure something out in the morning. It was just the fear of the unknown making him so antsy, and that would be resolved soon enough.
#
Richard woke hard. He was on his stomach rubbing his cock against the soft sheets, the remnants of a dream urging him on. He stilled, breathing heavily. His cock throbbed. He resolutely ignored it and rolled over onto his back. He tucked his hands behind his head and looked up at the beams of the open ceiling. He had left the balcony doors ajar before he fell asleep and the sound of the forest soothed him after the fevered dream he had woken from.
Yesterday had been a revelation. He was shocked both at how he had behaved and how Ash seemed capable of arousing him with the slightest touch. He had no idea what today would bring other than more of Ash. The thought of his Emptor made his cock twitch again in his shorts. Richard reached down and adjusted himself, he had a feeling it was going to be at the very least an educational day.
The clock on the bedside cabinet read 7.30, he might as well get up and get this day started. Decisively he roll
ed out of bed went to the bathroom and cleaned his teeth before he wandered out onto the balcony. The balcony was still in cool shade but the sun had risen above the house and the valley glowed soft emerald and layers of viridian, fading away to a hazy distance. The pleasure of having such easy access to a beautiful outdoor space was not lost on Richard.
Don't get used to it, he reminded himself, you are here to do a job, a strange job but a job none the less. He stretched, linking his fingers together and swinging them above his head. He pushed his palms towards the sky, pulled his shoulder blades back, and relaxed into the stretch as his back arched. He breathed in the fresh clean mountain air and groaned on the exhale with how good the extension felt.
"Good morning," Ash was leaning against the cedar balustrade of the balcony to his right. He must have come out through the living room doors before Richard. He had a cup of coffee on the railing in front of him and was dressed casually in old shorts and a light hoodie in strawberry red. "Sleep well?"
Richard ducked his head, suddenly shy. "Yeah, thank you,"
Feeling brave Richard slid along the balcony towards Ash. He wasn't a timid man, sure he wasn't a social butterfly but he wasn't usually this uncertain tongue-tied mess Ash seemed to make him. He had delivered lectures, supervised students, he needed to nut up and connect with his Emptor outside of the bedroom.
"It is a beautiful view," Richard ventured, "Have you lived here long?"
"About five years," Silence stretched between them and Richard frantically scrambled for something else to say.
"Coffee?" asked Ash raising his mug.
"Oh fuck yes," said Richard with relief and was rewarded with Ash's strangely sweet smile.
"Come on, I will caffeinate you," Richard followed Ash into the house and if he admired the way Ash's ass looked in his shorts then nobody knew but him.