Paid to Kneel

by Romilly King

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  "I have some work to do this morning," said Ash over bowls of cereal eaten at the mirror-polished concrete bar in the kitchen.

  "What do you do?" Richard wasn't thinking and the question fell from his lips before he could stop it. "Sorry," he added glancing sideways at Ash, "I know it's not considered polite to ask you too much. I wasn't being nosey."

  "It's okay," Ash shrugged, "I do software,"

  "It seems a silly courtesy," Richard knew he was babbling, trying again to fill the stretched silence, "You're an Emptor, two minutes with a search engine and I could probably find your whole glorious family history."

  Ash looked at him sharply, "Not me," he said, "You won't find me among a list of the great and the good, I'm new money, self-made."

  "I'm sorry," Richard blushed and tried to cover it with a gulp of coffee, "I shouldn't have presumed."

  Whatever Ash did it was clearly lucrative; to have had a house like this for five years he had to have made it big very young. Richard couldn't help but reflect on his own slow progress towards his dream of being a publisher, the years of school, then teaching whilst he gathered the funds for graduate school. If he ever made it into publishing it was years away and here was Ash with everything right now, and all by his own wits.

  Ash pushed his stool back, "If you could load the dishwasher that would be cool," he said, "Do what you like this morning, take a swim, read, whatever, I'll see you at 3 in my room."

  "Of course," Richard nodded, "Thanks for the coffee,"

  Ash gave him a small, tight smile, "No problem," And then he was gone, striding away to wherever he worked.

  Richard sighed and glanced at his watch. Six hours to kill. He stacked the dishwasher and then went and made his bed.

  At eleven Richard took a swim in the pool, by now the sun was full on the dark blue water and he swam lap after lap of the cool, clear water before hauling himself out and lying on his back on the stone surround watching the clouds slip by overhead.

  There was no sign of Ash at lunchtime and Richard made himself a sandwich and ate it alone on the balcony.

  At two he took a another long shower, scrubbing himself all over and cleaning his teeth for a full five minutes.

  As the clock ticked towards three Richard's apprehension grew, a mixture of anxiety and excitement thrumming through him. He couldn't tell which was stronger, the desire or the fear.

  Chapter Eight

  Richard secluded himself until five minutes before three. He couldn't even say why he was so anxious since there were people out there who used cock cages all the time, so it couldn't be painful. Could it?

  No, he knew that people wore them for an extended period and no one would want to have something hurting them down there for days.

  Would they?

  He really, really wished he had done more research. Right now though he would give Ash the benefit of the doubt and assume it wouldn't be painful. At all.

  The thought of something surrounding his cock was still nerve-wracking though, to say the least. It was his cock, and Ash wanted to enclose it in something that Richard couldn't take off. He had to stop himself from protectively covering his crotch.

  Ash was already in the bedroom when Richard got there, sitting on the edge of the bed. Richard nodded to him and quietly got undressed, following the routine Ash had given him, eventually standing naked beside the door at parade rest, his arms behind his back.

  "Okay, first things first. What's your safeword, Ricky?" Ash asked.

  "Vista," Richard said evenly, the word familiar now on his tongue. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, the position, the word, the routine, he could do this.

  "Come here please," Ash said softly. He waited until Richard was directly in front of him before he lifted his hand and revealed what he was holding. "I had to estimate the size but if it doesn't fit, I can always order another one."

  If it didn't fit? The cock cage looked different from the ones Richard had seen during his research. It was shiny metal, more like a true cage curved into the shape of a penis instead of the transparent plastic sheath he'd been imagining. What did Ash mean by 'if it didn't fit?' Richard thought about the cage being too small and nearly said his safeword right then and there.

  "Everyone has a preference, but I've always liked the look of the metal ones, myself."

  Richard didn't know why, because it came off as more intimidating than the plastic versions he'd seen. Although, perhaps that was the appeal.

  "A little closer to me please Ricky," Ash said, and Richard hesitated, uncertain, but this had been his choice--was still his choice--and he moved within Ash's reach.

  "This won't hurt," Ash said, and Richard was tempted to ask, how did he know, but he held himself back.

  For all of his worry, Richard felt remarkably detached from it all as he watched Ash fit the cage to him. Even the sight and feel of Ash's fingers on his cock didn't affect him, although, intellectually, he knew they should have. It was just all too surreal.

  "There," Ash said, once he'd closed the lock, the little click making Richard twitch and snapping him out of his daze. "How does it feel?"

  How did it feel? How was Richard supposed to answer that?

  It felt cold. And surprisingly heavy. Although, perhaps that part wasn't very surprising after all. It wasn't as if he normally had things hanging off his cock.

  It also made his cock look incredibly small, a timid little thing, caged up. He wasn't sure how he felt about that but he supposed nerves had a lot to do with it.

  "I can honestly say that I've never been more conscious of my penis in my entire life," Richard said honestly and Ash laughed, throwing his head back. Richard had seen him laugh before, but never like that, unguarded and delighted. It was captivating.

  "I'm sure," Ash was still smiling widely and Richard found himself smiling reluctantly back. "Is it comfortable?"

  Richard looked down, turning serious again. He didn't think he could call it comfortable, but as Ash had said, it wasn't painful.

  "It's . . ." He swallowed. "It's different."

  "It doesn't hurt though? Or pinch anywhere?"

  "No," he said, cautiously shifting a little to be sure, but while the weight was strange, that was all. "Not at all"

  The worry that had been building up all day drained away and he felt strangely calm. Maybe it was because the cage was a safety device, to stop him failing. Now he could be good for Ash.

  "Looks like we're good to go then," Ash said, and Richard's fingers tightened around his forearms, but he kept them behind his back.

  "I'm going to explain how this will work," Ash said, gently touching the metal surrounding Richard's cock, as if Richard was somehow going to mistake what he was referring to, "This isn't the typical cock cage meant for long term wear. See how you're not all the way to the end of it?"

  Richard's breath hitched as Ash gripped the cage, tilting it up so Richard could see. There was so much space between the bars that he could feel Ash's skin against him, and now that the anxiety was fading, Richard's cock had decided it could start responding again, plumping up.

  "I thought the whole point was that the cage stopped me from getting hard," he said.

  "Well a custom fit one would, but we haven't got one of those. This one errs on the side of caution and gives you room to get hard, not completely hard, but definitely harder," Ash smiled and Richard frowned back at him, getting the impression that this wasn't a good thing as far as he was concerned. Ash's smile widened, "As I think you have just worked out this does have added differences to a routine cock cage. Basically, whatever degree of an erection you achieve stays. You get hard, you stay hard. The cock ring keeps you from going soft, so you either have to come, or I have to unlock you. Guess which one it's going to be?"

  Richard felt the first stirrings of dread. The reason he had chosen the chastity option was that he thought he wouldn't be able to get aroused. On reflection that had been a stupid assumption to make. Arousa
l was more than just a physical reaction. Not being able to get erect didn't mean he wouldn't be excited. All his choice had done was ensure he was going to be aroused all the time. And Ash had implied he wasn't going to let Richard orgasm or let him out of the cage for days!

  "Was that a rhetorical question?" Richard asked trying to sound as composed as possible. "Because at our last session, you said I wouldn't come for days."

  Ash thankfully lowered Richard's bound cock before grinning at him. "I know what I said and I would love to lock you up for days," he said as if to reassure Richard, "but this isn't the right type of cage for that."

  Richard relaxed slightly at the knowledge that Ash hadn't been serious about the length of time he'd be locked up. Ash was clearly both very educated and very interested in cock cages and chastity was a major kink for him. This wasn't just a punishment for his orgasm, Richard realized. Irrespective Ash would want his Venditor to wear a cage frequently if not all the time and Richard had no idea if he'd be able to handle that.

  "Does this mean that you'll want me to gradually wear this cage more and more?"

  "This one?" Ash shook his head. "No, this one's purely for edging. You're not supposed to wear a metal cock ring with an erection for longer than thirty minutes. We'll be taking it off during every session, but that's not to say you'll get to come every session," Ash said, showing teeth, "Enough talk baby. Let's get started."

  Richard was tempted to ask for more talk to delay the inevitable but the predatory look on Ash's face indicated delaying tactics weren't an option.

  Ash had him lie down on the bed and hold on to the spindles of the wooden headboard.

  "If you want to stop at any point, just let go. We'll take a breather, and once you're ready, we'll start again. If you want to stop completely, say your safeword, and I'll take the cage off. Understand?"

  "Yes, Ash," he said, his heart already racing even though they hadn't done anything yet. It was the possibility of what they would do, or what Ash would do to him, that had him holding on so tightly to the headboard that his fingers ached already.

  "Good," Ash said, and he smiled, brushing Richard's hair away from his forehead, before moving between his legs, "This is going to be lovely sweetheart, and you are going to be so good for me, I know it."

  Richard nodded, he wished he had as much faith in himself as Ash did, but he did know he would try his hardest to be good for Ash, by this point he was desperate to be good for his Emptor.

  Ash took his time. He explored Richard's body, letting his hands wander leisurely, mapping out all the areas that made Richard shiver and his breath stutter.

  Richard had thought that this session would focus on him delivering pleasure to Ash, who to date had not had an orgasm, and he could admit to himself that he had been looking forward to it, not least because he'd finally be able to touch Ash. Richard really wanted to touch him.

  That wasn't happening though; once again Ash was overturning all Richard's expectations.

  Ash had yet to take off any of his clothes during any of their sessions Richard realized. He had never even seen his bare chest, let alone the cock that filled his jeans so well. That thought had his hands flexing, making it a fight to keep them where they were. He didn't know why it mattered that he still hadn't been allowed to touch Ash, but it did.

  He had never been a selfish lover, he had always attempted to bring his partner pleasure before searching for his own, and that was part of it, he was sure, but the bigger part was that he wanted to. He wanted Ash, anyway he could get him...

  "You're thinking too hard, Ricky," Ash said, tapping Richard on his thigh. "We need to keep you focussed."

  Richard let out a deep, shocked grunt when Ash bent over and took the tip of Richard's cock into his mouth, cage and all, and immediately started sucking.

  He didn't know how Ash had been aware that he'd been distracted, but Ash had his full attention now as Richard stared down his body to see silver eyes looking back at him, the pupils blown dark with desire and the edges crinkling as Ash smiled around the cage.

  Richard had already been as erect as he could get within the confines of the cage, but this was different. "Ash!" he gasped, fighting to keep his hips from arching off the bed as his cock swelled further.

  He couldn't describe what it was like, to have his arousal pushed further and further with nowhere to go. It didn't hurt, but it skirted the edge of pain as his cock tried to escape the confines of the cage. The metal trapped him, kept him from straightening or filling out completely, even as his body determinedly insisted it needed to grow further.

  Ash's hands settled on Richard's hips, holding him still. "No, no, Ricky," he said, his voice chiding as he lifted his head. "Don't make me tie you down."

  Richard gasped at the threat, his cock throbbing. "Oh, you like that idea," Ash's strong fingers rubbed his hip bones, "Noted!" And Richard was left with no way to argue with him as Ash bent down again and began teasing the shaft of his cock with his tongue through the bars of the cage.

  Richard honestly couldn't say how long Ash was at it, although Ash assured him it was no more than thirty minutes. It felt longer than that. Much longer, as Ash teased and tormented him. By the end of it, Richard was leaking tears and sobbing quietly.

  It was worse than the first edging session at his interview because he knew he wouldn't get to come this time and his cock hadn't got the memo.

  He'd had lovers in the past who had prolonged sex by stopping for a while, but it was only for a few seconds and never like this. Ash took him to the edge time and time again only to pull back to lap at his testicles or flick his tongue against the shaft of his cock, preventing further build-up but refusing to let him calm down much either.

  Ash wasn't even doing very much by the end of it of the half-hour. He didn't need to; the slightest touch to his cock had Richard moaning. His body was so tense that his muscles were trembling from exhaustion, but that didn't stop him from straining towards Ash's hands or mouth every time they got close. Richard was begging so much that he doubted he'd be able to look his reflection in the eye again, but he couldn't care at that point, because everything was subsumed by his need for release. He knew that he couldn't die from not orgasming, but he felt like he could.

  "Shhh," Ash crooned, stroking Richard's thighs firmly. "It's alright. You're alright. You're gorgeous like this," He reached once more for Richard's cock, and Richard let out a desperate moan.

  He couldn't disappoint Ash, but he couldn't, he couldn't take any more. His safeword was on the very tip of his tongue when Ash said, "We're done. It's over, We're done now. You were so good for me," and Richard could hear and feel when the cage opened, his blood rushing in, and he gritted his teeth at the sudden sensation.

  "Just perfect," Ash said, gently pulling the cage and ring completely free.

  A part of Richard thought that surely Ash would let him orgasm now, that Ash hadn't meant everything he'd said before about waiting, because he needed to come so badly, and Ash had let him find relief until now.

  He kept thinking that as Ash put the cock cage aside, as he lay down next to Richard and held his face gently, pressing soft kisses to his temple and cheeks.

  "Please, Ash," Richard whispered, his voice ragged, his hips rolling to the side and shifting closer in a search for friction only to be held still by Ash's firm grip on his hip.

  "Not this time, baby" Ash said, and when he leaned in next, he kissed Richard for real, his mouth covering his, his tongue tracing the seam of Richard's lips as they opened to readily for him.

  Ash had never kissed him before and Richard found himself falling into the perfect sloppy pleasure of Ash's mouth.

  He reveled in Ash's kisses, the heat of his mouth, the way their tongues slid together. It was soft and languid, soothing instead of inciting, and Richard felt validated like this was his reward and it was better than an orgasm. Ash gently tugged Richard's arms down so they released their death grip on the headboard and Richard moaned as A
sh started massaging them.

  Eventually, the kissing ended and Ash turned Richard until his back was pressed to Ash's chest. He whispered praise into Richard's ear and his breath was warm on the back of Richard's neck. Richard drifted, feeling as if he had done something right. They lay like that for a long time, Ash stroking Richard's arm and chest softly.

  "How are you feeling, Ricky?" Ash asked, finally breaking the quiet.

  "Horny," Richard groused, and Ash laughed, his body shaking behind Richard's.

  "Other than that," Ash said, still laughing. "Anything hurt?"

  "No. I am . . . alright," he said, echoing Ash's earlier statement. He could tell their session was winding down, and he had to stifle the urge to wrap Ash's arm securely around himself to hold onto that small comfort for a while longer.

  "Did you like it?"

  "It was difficult," Richard said peevishly.

  "All good things are," said Ash mildly.

  "I've never done anything quite like that before," Richard admitted.

  "Do you want to do it again?" Ash asked, and there was nothing to give him away, no change in voice or body, but Richard knew how important his answer was to their contract, so he took a moment to give it the proper consideration.

  The build-up had been intense. Amazing. He shivered unconsciously thinking about it, and his cock flexed against his thigh.

  Not coming at all though. Honestly didn't know how many times he could do that.

  "Are you really not going to let me come at all these next two weeks?" he asked, purposefully not turning around to look at Ash.

  During their initial interview, Ash had said one of his terms was that Richard not masturbate during their time together unless expressly given permission and Richard had agreed immediately because of course, he wouldn't masturbate. Why would he need to?

  Now, however, he wished he had fought that restriction; at least insisted on once every few days, or once a week at minimum.

  "We'll see," Ash said, and Richard immediately tensed. Ash sighed. "Look, I know you're new to this and the last thing I want is for you to hate it."