Paid to Kneel

by Romilly King

  Richard supposed that was true. If he hated it enough to break the contract then Ash would have to start over again with a new Venditor when he was trying to find a long term contract.

  "Ricky," Ash said, getting up on one elbow and leaning over him. "Ricky, look at me."

  Richard reluctantly turned toward him. "Yes, Ash," he said automatically.

  Ash's face softened. "Give it a chance baby, you'll see there are benefits for you too. This isn't just about me. I'm going to take care of you, okay? I promise. I will."

  He searched Ash's expression, but there was nothing but sincerity to be found. "Yes, Ash," he said and reached out hesitantly, stroking the side of his finger down Ash's cheek.

  Chapter Nine

  Ash didn't let Richard come the next day or the afternoon of the day after. By the time the evening session arrived Richard had spent much more time in the pool and the shower than he'd ever planned for just one day, and just thinking about Ash was enough to get him fully erect.

  It was frustrating and delicious and distracting and confusing.

  Perhaps he would've been able to focus his attention on things other than the almost constant simmer of arousal but for all of the comforts that Ash's house provided, there wasn't much to do. Richard could only watch so much television, he didn't enjoy playing video games and he was too restless to get started on a new book. He typically had no problem being by himself, but the enforced solitude was wearing, especially since Ash made himself scarce when they weren't eating or in the bedroom. It was one thing for Richard to decide to be alone; it was altogether different when he didn't have a choice.

  Even seeing Ash during meals didn't do much to alleviate the problem, because the Ash who sat down with him was entirely different from the Ash who teased him mercilessly.

  The Ash who looked at his Ricky with lust and desire, who held him and drove him crazy with pleasure, was not the same Ash who avoided silences by keeping up a stream of light conversation and hid behind a wall of polite platitudes. There was a distance between them when they weren't in session that Richard had not only noticed but was troubled by.

  What made it worse was that Richard was finding himself drawn closer and closer to Ash during their scenes. It surprised him, the connection he felt with Ash, but the whole being naked and pleading in front of a person was bound to accelerate a bond, at least on his side.

  Richard wondered if part of the issue was that Ash was always the one overwhelming him. It was never the other way around and Richard was dying to return the favor, to finally get his hands on Ash.

  So far Ash hadn't climaxed during their sessions. This display of control over both himself and Richard was exasperating and Richard wondered if Ash jerked off and what he thought about when he did. He tried to imagine Ash losing control, groaning, and coming with abandon. He wanted to be responsible for making Ash come like that. But no way was that going to happen until Ash let him do more than hang on to the headboard for dear life.

  Richard frowned down at his penis, which was erect once more. At the beginning of that afternoon's session, Ash had warned him that he'd have to ice Richard's cock if it didn't fit into the cock cage. Richard had been sufficiently horrified that it hadn't been a problem at the time and he wasn't going to risk it being a problem now. Time for another shower.

  That evening he was still soft when Ash locked the cock ring and cage around him, but just barely. By this point, his body was attuned to the things that Ash would do to it, and it yearned for him, the blood rushing into Richard's cock as soon as it felt the now-familiar weight. Not that it did him much good. He was expertly trapped, and it didn't matter how much his cock swelled against the metal bars, he couldn't escape.

  Once Ash got started, it didn't take long for Richard to start begging, maybe minutes, maybe less. He knew it was because he'd been brought to the brink of orgasm multiple times in the past day, but it was still humiliating how quickly Ash could reduce him to this. To know that Ash had more control over his body than he did.

  It was hard to care, however, when Ash was stroking his cock, above the cage and through it, when Ash's fingers were rolling his testicles and rubbing the oh so sensitive spot behind them.

  "Oh!" Richard breathed, undulating into Ash's caresses, his legs shamefully wide. Ash permitted it, his hands sure and firm as they urged him higher.

  The pleasure built and built until Richard was gasping for each breath, until he was whispering, "Don't stop," in a constant stream, and he could feel his orgasm surging, immense and slightly terrifying in its intensity and then Ash pulled away.

  Richard cried out, his hips thrusting upward spasmodically in shock at the sudden loss, and he could feel tears starting to prick the corners of his eyes.

  "I'm not stopping," Ash said, massaging his legs, soothing him. "It's alright. I'm just getting started."

  "Don't make me wait anymore," Richard pleaded, he looked up at Ash with watering eyes, his cock throbbing painfully. "Please, Ash, I can't take it, I can't" He let out a shuddering breath. "Please, please."

  "Just how much do you want to come, Ricky?" Ash asked, brushing his fingertips over the base of the cock cage, and Richard shuddered.

  "So much," he whispered, he thrust his hips up towards Ash's hand, begging even now for Ash to touch him.

  "Prove it to me."

  Richard blinked watery eyes and gazed at Ash, confused.

  "What are you willing to do for it?" Ash asked, stroking his thigh with a feather-light caress.

  "Anything," he said, and there was a part of him that meant that literally.

  "Would you choke on my cock?" Ash asked, and Richard blinked at him. It took him a moment to clear the torpor from his brain swamped by arousal, it would be easy to assume Ash meant oral sex, but there was something in the tone of his voice that said otherwise and Richard was learning not to be naive.

  "What do you mean by that exactly?"

  "I mean, I would push my cock into your throat as far as I can and fuck you like that until I come," Ash said calmly, and Richard realized that Ash wanted him to deep-throat him.

  That wouldn't be a problem except Richard had never been able to manage that in the past. But Ash wasn't asking if Richard could do it, that didn't seem to be the issue. He was asking if Richard would let him fuck his throat in exchange for an orgasm, and from the way Ash had phrased it Richard had to keep going until Ash came.

  Richard swallowed nervously and a single tear slid down his cheek. He wanted, he wanted so much, and more than the offered orgasm he wanted to do this for Ash.

  "I won't hurt you," Ash said, and Richard searched his eyes, but he already believed him.

  "Yes, Ash. Even that."

  Ash smiled, looking proud for a moment, although Richard didn't know why, and he squeezed Richard's knee gently.

  "Alright, let's see if you mean it," Ash said and started crawling up Richard's body.

  Richard would never have thought a man crawling would come off quite so predatory, but there was nothing silly or submissive about the look on Ash's face, and he could feel his eyes getting wider and wider until Ash was straddling his chest.

  "Have you ever tried this before?" Ash asked as he started undoing his belt, and fuck, this was going to happen. Ash was undressing. Finally. Richard was going to suck his cock.

  Oh shit, Richard thought, his thighs clenching together as his own cock futilely tried once more to straighten.

  "Yes," he said, and Richard had been raised to always look a person in the eye when he was addressing him, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Ash's groin. Richard had felt Ash's erection against him a time or two during the end of a session, and he'd been able to tell that Ash wasn't hiding his penis because he was embarrassed by its size, but Richard had never had the chance to look at it. If the bulge that was inches from his face was any indication, however, Ash was really big.

  "Did you like it?" Ash undid the button, and the zipper started sliding down on its own from th
e pressure behind it.

  Richard hesitated because he hadn't, but did it serve his purposes to admit as much to Ash?

  "Tell me the truth, Ricky," Ash said, apparently knowing the cause of Richard's silence.

  "No, Ash," he said softly, finally looking away from Ash's crotch to peek at his expression. Ash didn't seem upset.

  "'Cause you gagged and started coughing, right?"

  Richard felt his eyebrows raise, but he supposed everyone went through the same experience.

  "Yes, Ash."

  "But you want to come so much right now that you're going to let me do it anyway."

  "Yes, Ash."

  Ash grinned. "Well, alright then. Put your arms by your side, Ricky." He lifted first one leg and then the other to make room for Richard to do as he'd ordered and then shifted until his thighs were framing Richard's head.

  "I'm not going to hurt you," Ash repeated.

  "I know, Ash," Richard said, which earned him a softening of Ash's expression and fingers carding through his hair.

  "We're just going to try it. You want to safeword, all you gotta do is pinch me--hard--and I'll stop. Understand?"

  "Yes, Ash," he said, although his attention was elsewhere. The zipper of Ash's jeans had gone down even further, and all the moving had made it so Ash's cock had fully straightened instead of curving to the side.

  Richard had been right. Ash was big. Lengthwise, he was probably between six and seven inches, so above average but nothing Richard hadn't seen before. The thing that made Richard stare was how thick Ash was. Because he was. Very. Not so thick that it would be physically impossible to accommodate him, but thick enough that he knew it wouldn't be comfortable.

  No wonder Ash felt the need to ask if Richard were willing to do this for him. He clutched the sheet in his hands as Ash pushed his clothes down.

  "Look at me," Ash said, and Richard's eyes snapped up so he could gaze at Ash's face, "Are you afraid?"

  "I'm afraid I'll do it wrong," Richard said honestly.

  "You can't do it wrong," Ash's voice was brimmed with confidence, "You can only do what I tell you, that's the wonderful thing about this, about us, you can't be wrong if you do what I say."

  Richard found himself nodding.

  "Keep your eyes up here. Or you can close them if you want," Ash said, and Richard promptly shut them. He could hear the smile in Ash's voice when he said, "That's fine. I'm going to take care of everything, alright, Ricky? All you have to do is what I tell you."

  "Yes, Ash," he said, his voice sounding gritty and raw as if he'd already taken Ash deep into his throat, and he had no idea what he'd sound like by the end of it.

  "Good. You're going to be so good, Ricky. Open your mouth for me," Ash said, and Richard obeyed, letting it fall open slightly and then wider as he reconsidered. "That's it. Lick the tip, Ricky, all the way around. It'll be easier if you get it wet."

  He shivered and did as he was told, licking with the flat of his tongue, trying to mentally measure the circumference by feel alone. Thick, so very thick, it was definitely going to strain his jaw.

  And it did. Ash fed his cock between Richard's lips and Richard had to open as wide as he was capable of. The dull pain began building in his jaw soon after Ash started sliding in and out of his mouth in slow thrusts. He never gave Richard a chance to get used to his girth. All Richard could do was try to keep his teeth out of the way, but he couldn't get the hang of it when he was stretched so wide. He flinched every time his teeth grazed Ash's cock but Ash didn't comment or act as if he'd noticed.

  "I'm going to push right in for five seconds, Ricky, and then pull back." Ash said, "If you start gagging, I'll pull back immediately, alright?"

  Richard's eyes blinked open, and he looked up at Ash, flushing when he saw Ash was watching. Of course, Ash was watching; what else would he be doing?

  There was no way for Richard to respond verbally, so he grunted to signal his understanding and clenched his eyes closed once again.

  Richard's gag reflex wasn't too sensitive, so it wasn't a problem when Ash started to press in, but he couldn't stop the upswell of anxiety as he suddenly stopped breathing. He knew it was possible to breathe through his nose, but it didn't feel like it. Ash wasn't being forceful, he felt huge though, and the pressure at the back of Richard's throat was starting to make him panic.

  How long had it been? Surely five seconds had passed by now?

  "You have no idea how hot you look right now," Ash said roughly before pulling back.

  Richard sucked in a lungful of air, his eyes fluttering open and automatically searching for Ash's.

  "You're okay, Ricky," Ash said, he used the hand that wasn't supporting his weight to stroke Richard's forehead, his cheek. "Is it alright if I touch you again?"

  It took a second for Richard to understand what Ash meant, but then he realized and he nodded, tilting his hips up to make it easier for Ash to reach his cock. The cock ring didn't let him get soft, although he wasn't sure he would've gone down anyway. Even with the worry, he'd felt, arousal had still bubbled inside of him.

  Richard hadn't liked it the last couple of times he'd tried to deep-throat someone, but there was something to be said about doing it for Ash like this.

  "Five more seconds," Ash warned, "You could try holding your breath if you think it'll make you more comfortable, or exhaling as I push in. Ready? Then open up," he said, tapping his cock against Richard's lips, and Richard did.

  Exhaling did help, a lot, both for breathing and for letting Ash slide further into his throat, although perhaps it was less the exhaling and more the way Ash reached back and started pinching and rolling Richard's nipple, he wasn't sure. Either way, Richard barely felt any of the panic he'd experienced before, and he was almost disappointed when Ash pulled out. Five seconds was no time at all.

  "Yeah," Ash said, clearing his throat. "Just like that, shit."

  They fell into a rhythm and Richard sank into it joyously. He was doing something for Ash. He was giving Ash pleasure. Ash was inside him. Euphoria swelled in him and he wanted to hold Ash's cock inside forever.

  He swallowed and Ash groaned, his fingers twisted Richard's nipple and his hips pressed forward. Richard's lips were stretched around Ash's cock and he moaned at the sensation of it sliding across his tongue. Ash whispered praises between deep slow thrusts and Richard swallowed and swallowed again.

  "I don't think I've ever seen anything as sexy as your lips wrapped around my cock."

  Richard had never had a lover as talkative as Ash, he'd had vocal lovers before, but there was something about the noises Ash made and the gruffness of his voice in combination with his words that had Richard feeling like he never wanted this to end. His own orgasm and need was forgotten, washed away by the joy of pleasuring Ash.

  "You're going to swallow my come for me, aren't you, Ricky?" Ash asked breathlessly, and Richard moaned. "Good boy, you're so good, Ricky. Fuck, you're so good."

  Ash grabbed the sides of Richard's hair and held him still while with slow rolls of his hips he thrust in and out of Richard's mouth, chasing his climax but still so very careful with him, pushing Richard but never further than he could handle.

  When Ash came with a low groan, Richard swallowed everything and lapped at the head of Ash's cock when he was finished in search of more. He wanted to take whatever Ash was willing to give him, and the soreness in his jaw and throat felt right, felt like proof that he was just as good as Ash had said he was.

  Richard felt almost drunk, lightheaded, and dizzy. He lay pliant and calm under Ash whose cock still rested in his mouth. He suckled it lightly knowing it was sensitive and looked up at Ash through his lashes, finally feeling worth something to his Emptor.

  He'd had partners in the past that he'd enjoyed performing oral sex on but Ash was something else. Yes, Richard's jaw hurt, but Ash had tasted good, and it had felt satisfying in a way Richard couldn't explain to have him in his mouth, to be a vessel for his pleasure after all the times
when Richard hadn't been able to do anything.

  He was so wrapped up in the sensation that he jumped in surprise when Ash touched his cock, but once Ash did, all the desire that Richard had been keeping at bay boiled to the surface. Once the cage was gone it only took seconds of Ash's hand roughly stroking him for Richard to come.

  He clung to Ash throughout it, burying his face in Ash's neck as he shook and moaned, his limbs jerking every which way from the pleasure that was so sharp it was excruciating. And Ash held him, murmuring to him all the while and peppering kisses onto his sweat-soaked skin.

  Chapter Ten

  Everything was changed for Richard after that, and yet so much remained the same. He wasn't sure what he expected from Ash but the fact of having given him demonstrable, understandable pleasure calmed something in his own head.

  Despite the obvious comfort and beauty of Ash's house, Richard found time heavy on his hands. The contract banned him from leaving the house or contacting anyone outside. He wished he had brought some study materials with him but hadn't thought to do so, although he doubted he could have focussed on heavy learning.

  He thought often of his Father. He itched to check on him but the truth was he didn't miss seeing him deteriorate. Watching the alert, compassionate, interested in everything man he so admired fade away into a fog had been uniquely painful and the speed with which Alzheimer's had subsumed his personality had been shocking. Pragmatism was the way forward the doctors had told him, accept that your Father doesn't remember you anymore and if he has a good day and is lucid for a while then enjoy it but don't expect it.

  He wished he could tell his Father about here, not the kink obviously, but the pool and the gardens and the view. He would have loved the view. "Nature can restore you, son," he had used to say when they had sat out in the garden in the evening, Richard's Mother thankfully asleep in drugged relief, "You go outside, you smell the air, you see things growing and going on. It reminds you how wonderful it all is."