Paid to Kneel

by Romilly King

  It was good to remind himself of why he was doing this. He was a Venditor so his Father could have a place in a therapeutic care home, with access to outside space, and attentive carers who would take him outside to see flowers grow and touch grass and smell trees. If Richard could achieve that for his Father then he would never regret a thing.

  He wouldn't even regret it if Ash didn't want to contract with him again, because it would have been a step on the path to giving his Father security. Maybe if he thought that often enough he would believe it.

  #

  Ash continued to be a good host during the brief time they spent together outside of the bedroom. He would make coffee in the mornings and they often had meals together, but then he would leave and Richard would not see him again until it was time for a session.

  Richard didn't understand what the point of not wanting him to leave the house or communicate with anyone outside was if Ash didn't want to talk to him either. He didn't complain though. He was being highly compensated for his time. He didn't have the right to complain. That didn't stop him from wanting to spend more time with Ash, to give him companionship, not just be a toy for him to play with. The sometimes dorky, sometimes shy, clearly clever man Ash was outside of their scenes was someone Richard wanted to get to know better.

  There had been a small, naive part of him that had hoped that his punishment was over after Ash had finally allowed him to orgasm and that he wouldn't have to wear the cock cage anymore. It died a quick death, however, when Ash pulled out the cage again at the next session.

  "I thought we were done with that," Richard said mutinously, but it was ridiculous how his heart sped up at the sight of the shiny metal.

  "Now, why would you think that?" Ash asked, looking up at him blandly.

  "You said it was to keep me from orgasming until you let me, but last night you..."

  "I didn't say it would be just the once did I? I'm pretty sure I said something along the lines of making sure you don't come until I let you. Do you remember that?"

  "Yes," he said, feeling small and stupid.

  "Alright then. Get over here."

  And Richard went.

  He didn't expect Ash to let him orgasm that day, although he couldn't help but be disappointed when that turned out to be the case. Being denied felt ten times more frustrating than before, even with his recent release--or maybe because of it.

  His sessions with Ash had been difficult when he thought he knew how good the orgasm would feel. Now that he actually knew how amazing an orgasm was after denial and edging it made him all the more eager to reach that same level of pleasure again and all the more desperate when Ash withheld it.

  He had never experienced an orgasm as intense as that before. It had literally been the best thing he'd ever felt and Richard didn't know what to think about that. Ash had only edged him for just over a day. One day. What would it feel like after two days? Three? Richard was starting to believe the claims people made about achieving euphoria from edging. It was like standing on the top of a mountain and seeing a whole range of new peaks reaching higher and further into the distance.

  Richard had thought he would hate orgasm denial--and he did, it was torture--so what did it say about him that he was starting to want it anyway? He didn't know how he had managed to make it to the age he was and yet be so naïve, not just about kink but about his reaction to it. It was like he didn't know himself at all.

  What worried him most was that while he might dread and anticipate each session with equal measure, he was also beginning to need them like the air he breathed.

  When Ash comforted him and told him how pleased he was or when Ash pressed kisses to his skin and promised that he'd take care of him. He cherished those moments of closeness and approval, and he drew on their memory to get through each session, to keep his hands where they belonged instead of straying. The thought of disappointing Ash was becoming something to be avoided at all costs, and Richard didn't know why this was happening. This was supposed to just be a job, but how was he going to go back to his regular life when it was all over?

  #

  By the evening of the third consecutive day with no relief, Richard had changed his mind. He loathed the cage and everything it represented, and he never wanted to see it again and he needed to come.

  "Please don't make me wear it, Ash," Richard said, his voice raspy as Ash locked the cold metal around him. "I can't take it."

  "You can't?" Ash reached out and stroked Richard's cock through the bars, just once, nearly making his knees buckle.

  "You could fuck my throat again," Richard offered, "I could try harder, you could go deeper this time. I know I can do better."

  "I don't want to fuck your throat," Ash was reasonable, "That's not what I feel like doing,"

  "I'll do whatever you want, I'll do anything if you let me come, I will, please, please, Ash."

  "Okay," Ash appeared to be considering, "I have an idea." He looked around the room. "Kneel there," he pointed to the foot of the bed where the setting sun cast a hot orange light onto the floor.

  "It isn't impossible to come with the cock ring and cage on, it's just harder," Ash said as he opened the top drawer of the dresser opposite the bed and perused the contents. "If you can come with the cock cage on, and without me touching you then I will fuck you."

  Richard's head jerked up. Ash would fuck him, there must be a catch.

  Ash turned towards him holding a thick flesh-colored dildo, "But if I fuck you the only way you are coming is on my cock alone. Can you do that Richard? Can you come from just my cock in your ass?"

  Richard shivered despite the hot sun on his naked body, "I don't know Ash?" he admitted, "I've never come like that."

  "But you want to for me don't you?"

  Richard nodded eagerly.

  Ash squatted in front of Richard, he ran a hand through Richard's hair and Richard leaned into the touch his eyes fluttering shut. He felt the dildo touch his lips and he couldn't help but flick his tongue out.

  "This is how we are going to do this. If you can come using just the dildo before that thirty-minute deadline on your cock ring is up, then I'll believe you," Ash said "So if you really want my cock, then show me, Ricky. Show me how much."

  Ash handed Richard the dildo and retrieved the lube from the bedside table. "I'll just watch from here," he said and settled into the chair he had been in that first afternoon, "you've got 18 minutes left on the clock,"

  Richard took a couple of deep breaths and flicked the cap of the lube. He leaned back against the bed and spread his legs wide. He felt as though he was in a spotlight, the lowering sun full on him. He breathed deeply again, drenched his fingers in lube, and reaching down began a fast and dirty prep, conscious that he was on a time limit.

  It felt awkward to work around the weight of the cage on his cock but when he pushed the dildo into himself the pressure on his prostate was amazing. He groaned at the sensation of being filled and began thrusting in earnest, sweat breaking out all over his body and his wrist aching as he pounded the dildo into his hole.

  The pleasure was intense but he wasn't getting anywhere. Or at least, he wasn't getting there fast enough and he didn't know how much time he had left.

  He groaned helplessly, grinding the head of the dildo against his prostate. His eyes fluttered open and met Ash's. Ash who was watching, who was always watching. Richard should have been used to that by now, by this point there shouldn't be anything Ash could ask for that would embarrass him any further, but then Ash would ask for something new, and Richard would feel another burst of arousal and shame.

  Richard squeezed his eyes closed again as if shutting Ash out would make it so Richard couldn't feel the weight of Ash's gaze on his skin.

  He shuddered, it must have taken him a good few minutes to stretch himself enough to take the dildo as Ash rarely played with his hole, preferring to focus his attention on Richard's bound cock. Considering the burn he probably should have done more but
time was of the essence.

  Assuming he'd taken three minutes to prepare himself, then another minute or so to get the dildo fully inside, that still had left him with twelve minutes. How much time had passed since then, though? Five minutes? Seven? More? Richard had been pretty confident that twelve minutes would be more than enough time, he was desperate to come and he knew exactly where and how to stimulate his prostate, but . . .

  Richard made a frustrated sound as he ground down on the dildo. He'd genuinely thought he'd come after a few strokes, he was so on edge, but he hadn't, and now his thighs were starting to tremble, and his prostate was beginning to feel over-sensitized from the abuse he was heaping on it. The cage was so tight that he'd swear he could feel each bar. It hurt but the ache was something he'd become all too familiar with, and while that didn't make it less painful, it made it easier to bear somehow.

  What he wasn't accustomed to, however, was the sway of the cage as he rocked onto the dildo and fucked himself with the toy. That was getting more and more distracting the longer he went.

  "One," Ash cleared his throat. "One minute," he said, and Richard had never heard him sound like that before, hoarse and completely wrecked. Ash had been uncharacteristically silent ever since Richard had breached himself with the dildo, eschewing his normal filthy encouragements. Richard couldn't bring himself to care too much at the moment.

  One minute? How could he only have one minute left? He wasn't ready.

  "Ash, please, please," he gasped. He ignored the soreness in his thighs and groin and rising into a squatting position he started bouncing back on the dildo faster, speeding up his thrusts. "I can't--"

  He wasn't going to make it. He wasn't going to make it, and who knew how long Ash would make him wait again after this.

  Richard sucked in a strangled breath, trying to stop the tears that were leaking from the corners of his eyes. He was a grown man, but Ash brought him to tears all the damn time, and over what? The lack of an orgasm? How was that reason enough? What was Ash doing to him?

  "Please," he whispered hopelessly, his shoulders hitching. "Please."

  His eyes blinked open when he felt Ash grip his chin, lifting his head, and he stared up at Ash like a supplicant at the feet of a god.

  "Time," Ash said, and the tears spilled over onto Richard's cheeks.

  "Ash . . ."

  "I know. I know, Ricky." Ash brushed his thumb over Richard's cheekbone, smearing the wetness. "You are . . . one of the best things I've ever had," Ash said, and Richard shuddered, leaning into Ash's hand.

  "I couldn't do it," Richard whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry."

  "It's alright, it's okay, it's hard and you were amazing, " Ash said, kissing his forehead and smiling. "We'll keep trying until you can."

  And perhaps that idea should have worried Richard but instead, he felt a surge of gratitude and relief that he hadn't disappointed Ash, that he'd have another opportunity to please him.

  Chapter Eleven

  "Get up on the bed, on all fours now," Ash ordered with one last caress of Richard's face, and Richard scrambled to obey.

  He hung his head and shuddered when Ash took the cock ring off. Huge silent tears still made their way from his eyes and only the knowledge that soon Ash would hold him and soothe him kept him together.

  "No orgasm today, Ricky, but I'm going to make it feel a bit better," Ash promised, and Richard, pathetically thankful, felt the tears falling faster. He had no idea what Ash was planned to do, but the knowledge that Ash would do something for him was overwhelming.

  Ash slid a long thick finger inside of him and Richard hiccupped when it brushed over his prostate, his hips jerking. Ash did it again, not thrusting his finger, just massaging the same spot more firmly with circular motions. It dawned on Richard what Ash was doing. He lowered his chest down to the bed, knowing he wouldn't be able to support himself through this, and rested his hot cheek on the cool linens.

  Richard had no frame of reference for what it would feel like, being milked, but Ash had said he was going to make him feel better, and Richard needed that to be true. He needed to not feel like his body was a pile of tinder and that any spark would set him aflame. He didn't protest, he just wordlessly reached his left hand back towards Ash and was consoled when the man wound their fingers together.

  It was terrible in its own way, because Ash was playing with his prostate, and it just made the want and the arousal spiral that much higher. Added to that Richard was oversensitive from everything he'd done to himself with the dildo. The pleasure had a sharp edge, making him grunt and twist under Ash, into and away from his touch, unable to form words for how desperately he needed to come.

  The pressure grew and grew until it became immense until Richard was sure it would spill over into orgasm.

  And then it stopped, slowly ebbing away as he felt what could only be semen pulse onto the bed, a slow running over with none of the usual pleasure. Richard sobbed but didn't move away from Ash's hand until it was over.

  Afterward, Richard felt shaky and precariously emotional. He couldn't seem to let go of Ash, didn't want to. With brisk hands, Ash took off the cage and cleaned him off gently with wipes from the heated dispenser and Richard just clung to him whilst Ash hugged him and whispered how good he'd been, how fucking amazing.

  "Why do you like having me like this?" Richard asked quietly when he could talk.

  Ash turned to him, "I like how I can read your face and I like the moment you decide the humiliation is worth it to please me."

  Ash offered him a drink, the same as he always did after a session, and Richard shook his head at first, but Ash said, "Come on, just one sip, Ricky, for me." His voice was achingly tender, and so Richard took a drink and then ended up chugging three-quarters of the bottle with his fingers clenched tight in Ash's shirt.

  He barely tasted the chocolate Ash fed him and he only started to feel calmer when he had Ash pressed all along his back and Ash's arms were holding him close. Even then, something was missing, and he didn't know what.

  "Want to turn over?" Ash asked, and Richard thought about it for a second before nodding, and yes, that was much better, being able to hide his face in the warmth of Ash's body, and he began to settle at last.

  Maybe it was the position they were in. Or maybe it was because Richard didn't have the normal frenzy of now, now, now clouding his mind. Whatever it was, for the first time since they'd started lying together, he realized Ash's erection was pressing against him, and Richard tensed up immediately. Once again Ash hadn't come.

  Ash pulled back slightly. "Are you okay?"

  Richard couldn't reply, couldn't look at him. He didn't understand why Ash had called him "good" when all he did was get caught up in the race for his pleasure and had completely ignored Ash's. Just like he always did. It hadn't dawned on him before because Ash was the one in control, and if he had wanted Richard to do something, he would have asked for it, but here, pressed up against him now was the obvious proof that Ash wanted and hadn't asked. Richard was failing him, and he hadn't even noticed!

  He would make it up to him, Richard decided in a panic. His fingers fumbled at Ash's belt only for Ash to place his hand on top of Richard's. "Don't worry about it," he said.

  "But you haven't--"

  "And I don't need to," Ash said, gently pressing Richard's head back down under his chin.

  Richard's hands once again curled into Ash's shirt. "But,"

  "I'm good, Ricky."

  "But,"

  "I think I remember saying that all you have to do is what I tell you to, Ricky. That's still true. I'm fine."

  Richard frowned, giving up the battle for the time being, but he didn't like it that Ash wouldn't let him make him come.

  "It's not the first time I haven't come in a session," Ash said as if that were supposed to make Richard feel better. He'd known that of course, but hearing Ash say it out loud was upsetting nonetheless. He felt so selfish.

  "Why doesn't it mat
ter?" he asked, grateful that Ash couldn't see his expression because Richard doubted he could have hidden how hurt he suddenly felt.

  Ash was quiet for a moment. "Well, one, it's just so much fun to get you going," he said, and Richard could hear the smile in his voice. "On the practical side I only have thirty minutes because of the cock ring and I don't want to waste them on myself when making you needy and desperate is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen." He stroked Richard's back with long slow soothing presses of his hand.

  "I suppose I could use you afterward," he added and Richard shivered at the thought, "But you are so new to this and I don't want to push you too hard. Honestly, orgasms aren't always the end game and maybe one day you'll realize that." Ash tilted Richard's face up so he could see him, "Although I hope not because teasing you is one of the best things I have ever done."

  All the tension that had been spreading through Richard's body began to ease at his words. With all the loneliness he'd been dealing with and all the sex that marked the passing of each day, he had forgotten how kind Ash was at times. Too much consideration he could deal with; lack of desire for him, however, he wouldn't have known how to combat. "You could use me," Richard said, and because he was secure in the warmth and scent of Ash, he was able to add quietly, "I'd like that."

  "Would you?" Ash's hands became firmer as they stroked down Richard's skin and Richard could hear the interest in his tone.

  "Yes, Ash," he whispered and sighed contently when Ash pulled him in impossibly closer.

  Ash let out a thoughtful "mmm" but made no move to act on Richard's words just then. Richard could have to respect that, this time. Next time, however, was another story, and Richard decided that he wouldn't let Ash deny himself again. It was the reason he was there after all, and hell, he wanted Ash to do it.

  The session must have been more draining than he'd thought because Richard fell asleep thinking about Ash and the things he wanted from him. The next thing Richard knew it was dark outside and Ash was starting to move away.