Serving Him

by L. M. Somerton

  Rowan tackled the bathroom first, though Lorcan wasn’t untidy, cleaning the sink, toilet and shower until they gleamed. The bath got a good scrub as well. Rowan collected up the towels and put them in a pile next to the bedroom door. He stripped the bed, adding the linens to the heap for the laundry, then went to collect fresh stock. Posting all the things for washing down the laundry chute was fun and he breathed deeply when he opened the door of the linen cupboard because the smell of scented cotton made him happy. Back in Lorcan’s room, he put clean towels on the bathroom radiator to warm through then made up the bed, smoothing the covers and plumping the pillows. Finally, he gave the furniture a quick dust and tidied anything that was out of place. He opened the window a crack to let in some fresh air then stowed all the cleaning gear away in its cupboard. Satisfied that everything was as it should be, Rowan settled on his knees opposite the door and waited for Lorcan to return. The position calmed him. He couldn’t make mistakes or bump into things when he was kneeling.

  Lorcan whipped off his shirt the instant he came through the door. His face and chest were pink, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Rowan’s mouth went dry. He found a spot on the carpet to focus on but couldn’t resist peeking through his lashes. Lorcan’s self-satisfied smirk told him he’d been spotted.

  “Enjoying the view, Rowan?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Rowan decided honesty was the best policy because it meant he had an excuse to stare at Lorcan’s sculpted chest.

  Lorcan kicked off his trainers, toed off his socks then dropped his tracksuit bottoms. He was left wearing a snowy white jock and a smile. He chuckled then headed for the bathroom giving Rowan a perfect view of his impressive arse.

  “Holy fuck,” Rowan muttered under his breath. He didn’t swear often but Lorcan’s body was worthy of a few well-chosen expletives.

  “Get in here, Rowan!” Lorcan sounded more amused than impatient.

  Rowan scrambled to his feet. By the time he got into the bathroom, Lorcan was beneath the shower, soaping his body.

  He’s doing it deliberately, I know he is. Rowan watched, wide-eyed, as Lorcan washed his cock and balls. He’s torturing me. Rowan’s shorts were far too small to contain his burgeoning erection. He tried to adjust himself, but the latex was tight and his cock persistent. He gave up with a pained sigh, resigned to a morning of discomfort and humiliation. Lorcan would love his predicament, that was certain. Rowan grabbed the bath towel and held it out, partly to shield himself but also so that Lorcan could step out of the shower into its warmth. Of course, when the towel was wrapped around Lorcan’s hips, Rowan lost its protection. Lorcan’s gaze went immediately to Rowan’s groin.

  “This morning, I’m going to do something about that problem you have there,” he said. “But first, I need to fortify myself with one of Tor’s no doubt delicious breakfasts. Why don’t you go on downstairs, Rowan? Check that everything is ready. You can join me at the table this morning, so make sure there’s a place setting for you.”

  Rowan escaped with relief, though, as he descended the stairs, he prayed that Tor would not be in the snug. Rowan found Tor a little intimidating and, though he knew the chef wouldn’t bat an eyelid at Rowan’s condition, he also knew the information would be filed away and add to the impression he was making. He wouldn’t be buying a Lottery ticket anytime soon because sure enough, when he reached the snug, Tor was laying out a basket of fresh bread. The aroma was enticing and Rowan almost forgot the state he was in until Tor pinned him with a knowing stare, eyebrows raised.

  “Good morning, Chef.” Heat bloomed in Rowan’s cheeks.

  “It is indeed, boy.” Tor didn’t smile but his lips twitched.

  “Mr. Wilder will be down shortly. He wants me to sit at the table with him.” Rowan noted that there was only one place setting laid out.

  “Then you’d better come to the kitchen with me,” Tor said. “I’ll give you some more crockery and cutlery.”

  The walk to the kitchen and back didn’t help Rowan’s predicament. The friction against his rigid shaft was torment. It was a miracle he made it back to the snug without dropping anything. He’d just finished setting everything out when Lorcan arrived. Rowan waited for him to take his seat before taking his own chair.

  “Help yourself, Rowan. No need to stand on ceremony, but I suggest you have a light meal. This morning will be…quite demanding.”

  Rowan sighed. If Lorcan had anything to do with it Rowan would be hard for the rest of his life. Just the stern tone of his voice sent lightning bolts of arousal to Rowan’s cock. He wished Lorcan would be a bit more forthcoming about his plans for the morning but of course he said nothing, choosing instead to make small talk about the food, the delicious coffee and even the weather. It was the longest meal Rowan had ever sat through. When Lorcan poured himself another cup of coffee, Rowan wanted to throw it at him.

  “You seem a little agitated,” Lorcan said, stirring a few grains of sugar into his drink. “You serve at my pleasure, Rowan. Suffice to say I think you’ll enjoy this morning’s activities.” He pointed at the floor. “Next to me please.”

  It was a relief to get to his knees, even though the floor was hard, because it meant that he no longer had to make eye contact. Rowan forced himself to relax and take deep breaths. Lorcan cupped the nape of his neck with a warm hand.

  “I know you’re going to do well for me this morning. Just do your best. I don’t expect anything more.” He sipped his coffee. “It’s time we paid our first visit to the dungeon.”

  Rowan shivered, the hair rising on his forearms. He determined to try his best to be what Lorcan needed. It was no hardship to please him. Lorcan stroked his neck, calming him as he might a skittish colt. Rowan pressed into his touch, seeking the reassurance it provided.

  “Good boy. Everything is going to be fine. I’m here and I’ll take care of you.”

  Rowan had no doubt it was true. He may have only known him for a short time but Rowan trusted Lorcan with every fiber of his being. His errant cock twitched, eager to get started. Rowan wished his mind could be as confident as his body apparently was that he would find the morning’s events pleasurable.

  Chapter Seven

  Rowan took the lead down the steps to the dungeon, his bare feet silent on the flagstones. Lorcan kept a close eye on him, ready to catch him if he stumbled, because he seemed a little shaky. Lorcan wanted him to be excited about the morning ahead, even nervous, but not scared. Definitely not scared. The lighting was dim enough that equipment loomed out of the darkness. Lorcan ignored the main room and headed straight for one of the doors set into the wall. When Rowan had given him a tour of the facilities Lorcan had known immediately that this cell would suit his purposes. It contained a vertical iron frame, rectangular in shape and set on a platform raising it about a foot off the floor. He reckoned it was about seven feet high, five feet wide and was kept stable by posts anchoring it to the ceiling. Chains were riveted to each corner of the frame, heavy iron manacles at their ends. The frame was perfect for displaying a man whilst rendering him completely helpless. Lorcan knew that Rowan would look stunning chained and spread for his pleasure.

  Once they were both inside the small room, Lorcan closed the door. It shut with a clang, making Rowan jump.

  “I want you naked.”

  Lorcan watched as Rowan peeled off his latex shorts. He assumed a display position with his hands behind his head, fingers interlaced and legs apart. His cock bounced as he moved, still hard. Anticipation of what might happen had not worried him enough to deflate his erection. Lorcan stripped off his shirt, wanting to feel the cool air against his skin. He could sense Rowan’s gaze on him, watching his every move.

  “Step up onto the platform, Rowan, and spread your legs.”

  It was a high step up and Rowan wobbled as he took it. Lorcan steadied him with a hand on his ass, noting that it was still flushed with color just as it should be.

  “That’s it, facing me.”

  The bar at th
e base of the frame was wide enough for Rowan to stand on without hurting his feet. Lorcan locked a manacle around each slender ankle. Rowan seemed fascinated as the metal clicked shut, tight against his skin.

  “If you struggle, the metal will hurt you, so keep still,” Lorcan said. “Luke told me that you’re familiar with the traffic light system. If you want me to slow down at any time, what do you say?”

  “Amber, Sir,” Rowan said, a slight tremble in his voice.

  “And red to stop. Okay?”

  Rowan nodded, eyes wide.

  “Present your wrist to the cuff,” Lorcan ordered.

  Rowan reached for the corner of the frame and Lorcan enclosed his wrist in metal. He had to stand on the platform in order to reach. He repeated the process with Rowan’s other wrist, leaving him displayed in an X shape.

  “Stunning.” He ran his hands down Rowan’s flanks to his thighs. “You present a very pretty picture, Rowan. Now, I’m going to fetch a few things. I’ll only be a couple of minutes and I won’t leave the dungeon. You’ll be able to hear me moving around. I won’t be far away and I promise I will never leave you alone when you’re in bondage.”

  Lorcan left the cell door wide open while he went to fetch the things he needed from the storage cupboards in the main room. There were so many wonderful toys to choose from but he knew what he wanted. He stopped at the deep butler’s sink to fill a metal bowl with water then carried it and his collection of other items back to the cell.

  Rowan’s lips were parted and his breaths were coming fast. He eyed Lorcan’s burdens with interest. Lorcan put everything onto a low bench before circling behind the frame. Rowan’s ass muscles clenched under his scrutiny and Lorcan couldn’t resist touching. He stroked the curve of Rowan’s backside then slid a finger between his cheeks to brush his hole. Rowan gave the sweetest whimper and jerked in his chains.

  “Remember what I said. Keep still, or you will have bruises on your wrists and ankles. Or maybe you’d like that? A little reminder of our morning together. Marks you can see, not like the ones I put on your ass.”

  Lorcan walked around the platform to stand in front of Rowan. He took hold of his dick, giving it a couple of firm tugs, before running his fingertips through the golden curls at its base.

  “I told you these would have to go, didn’t I?” He fetched the bowl of water and placed it on the platform next to one of Rowan’s feet. He set a razor and a stick of shaving soap next to it. “First, a trim.” A sharp pair of manicure scissors made quick work of Rowan’s curls. Lorcan cropped the hair as short as he could before wetting the shaving stick and rubbing it to create a lather. He spread the creamy white froth around Rowan’s groin then began to shave him, being careful to follow the line of hair so as not to cause too much irritation. Each time he moved Rowan’s cock out of the way he was rewarded by faint mewling sounds and the rattle of chains. Rowan’s balls were hot and weighty in Lorcan’s hand. He shaved with care before rinsing all traces of the cream away.

  “Just think how sensitive you’re going to be now.” Lorcan cleared away the shaving equipment then applied a layer of moisturizer to Rowan’s newly bared skin. He stood back to admire his work then gave the tip of Rowan’s cock a sharp flick. “You want to come, Rowan?”

  “Please! Yes! I mean… If it pleases you, Sir.”

  Lorcan contemplated the idea of making Rowan suffer a bit longer, but it suited his purpose to have him come. He undid his belt and slipped it from its loops. The end would make an excellent makeshift flogger. He slapped Rowan’s cock with the leather, once, twice… Then gave his balls a light smack. Rowan’s hips jerked and he came in a gush, his scream no doubt a combination of pain and the pleasure of release.

  “Oh God!” Rowan tugged on his chains.

  Lorcan smiled. Rowan skin was flushed. Sweat-dampened tendrils of hair stuck to his forehead. His eyes were wild, his line of sight darting here and there. Lorcan balanced the weight of Rowan’s softening cock in his palm.

  “So sensitive. But now it’s time to lock this away. I’m very possessive, Rowan, and I want to keep it all for myself. Nobody else gets to touch it, not even you.”

  He went over to the bench to collect the chastity device he had selected. To begin with, he had wanted to use something heavy, fashioned from stainless steel, but this option was more practical as Rowan would be wearing it for long periods of time. He held the device up for Rowan to see.

  “The cock ring component of this device has nice rounded edges so you won’t feel any pinching. It has an ingenious locking system, which doesn’t require a padlock, just a key to engage the mechanism.” Lorcan fitted the device, taking his time to make sure it was in the correct position. “It’s made of some clever material that molds to your shape as it’s heated, so the more you wear it the more comfortable it becomes. There are no metal parts so you can even wear it through an airport scanner and, unless you’re wearing something extremely tight, it won’t be visible under your clothes. Only you and I will know you’re in chastity.” There were air holes on the front of the cage for ventilation and a slit to allow Rowan to relieve himself. Once it was in place and locked, Lorcan was pleased with the way that it looked. The acrylic was clear rather than opaque and there was something infinitely satisfying about seeing Rowan’s tender flesh confined in the restrictive tube.

  “How does it feel? Is anything pinching?” Rowan wouldn’t be able to fully describe how it felt until he was able to move around, but he’d know if any part of it was causing him pain.

  “No, Sir… It feels strange, but nothing hurts.” Rowan bent his head, trying to get a look.

  “You’ll have time to examine it soon enough,” Lorcan said. “But in the meantime, I have one last treat for you.” He fetched lube and a bulbous plug from the bench. “This should keep your mind occupied.” He slathered the plug with a thick coating of gel before circling the platform once more to stand behind Rowan. He parted Rowan’s cheeks with one hand and pushed the blunt end of the plug against his hole with the other. “Relax. This is what I want, so you’ll let it in.” He applied some pressure, breaching Rowan’s guardian muscle. Rowan let out a rush of breath and moaned.

  “It’s big, Sir.”

  “Nothing you can’t handle.” Lorcan pushed steadily, watching with satisfaction as Rowan’s body absorbed the widest part of the toy. The rest slid home with ease, leaving just the black base visible. Lorcan gave it a jiggle, eliciting a loud groan from his victim. “I’ll have to find a harness for you to help keep this inside, though the shape and size should mean that it won’t slip out easily.” He gave Rowan’s ass a pat.

  “Thank you, Sir. That’s very considerate of you.”

  “Brats get spankings,” Lorcan threatened, responding to Rowan sarcastic tone. He moved to lean against the door, taking in the picture he had created. His naked sub chained and plugged, his dick caged. The vision was inspiring.

  “How are your arms? Any loss of feeling in your fingers?”

  “No, Sir.” Rowan wiggled them in demonstration.

  “Good.” Lorcan unzipped his fly and took a firm hold of his cock. It would be preferable to have Rowan’s lips wrapped around his swollen member, but his sadistic streak wanted to torment Rowan a bit further. He jacked himself with leisurely strokes, humming his pleasure, keeping eye contact with Rowan. He was glad of the support the door provided because when he came, his entire body shuddered through the release. It took him a while to compose himself but when he was steady on his feet again he left the cell to clean up. When he returned, he pulled on his jeans and T-shirt and shoved bare feet into his boots. He unchained Rowan’s ankles first then reached for a wrist cuff.

  “This may hurt some.” He lowered Rowan’s arm, supporting it until it could rest against Rowan’s side.

  “It burns a bit, Sir.”

  Lorcan massaged his shoulder before releasing his other wrist. He kneaded the tense muscles until Rowan sighed and leaned into him.

  “It’s
been quite a morning, hasn’t it?” Lorcan petted Rowan’s hair. “I think it might be my turn to run you a bath, then there should be time for a quick nap before lunch.”

  Against Lorcan’s neck, Rowan murmured something unintelligible.

  “I’ll take that as agreement,” Lorcan said, smiling. “I’m proud of you, Rowan, you’ve done so well. You may only be mine for a few short weeks, but I’m glad you are. Be warned, it’s very possible I may not be able to let you go.”

  * * * *

  Rowan awoke in Lorcan’s bed, the fifth morning in a row that he had done so. The first week of Lorcan’s stay had passed in a flash and sometimes, in the new light of dawn, Rowan wondered if he had dreamed it all. A slight snore from next to him brought him back to reality. Rowan loved to watch Lorcan sleep. It was the only time the man ever seemed to truly relax—but only after Rowan had coaxed him through his nightmares. He’d discovered that Lorcan responded to being held. Rowan never failed to wake when Lorcan’s breathing sped up and his limbs twitched, indicating the start of a bad dream. If he cuddled close and stroked Lorcan’s skin he always calmed, and woke with no memory of what had tormented his subconscious.

  Rowan never raised the subject of the nightmares. It wasn’t his business to pry about what it was that affected Lorcan so deeply. Lorcan was rich, gorgeous and successful—it was hard to imagine what could possibly have happened in his past to leave such deep scars. Rowan slipped his hand beneath the covers to touch the rigid shell encasing his cock. It had been in place since the scene in the dungeon when Lorcan had shaved him. That whole morning had fueled Rowan’s fantasies ever since, which didn’t do anything for his frustration. He didn’t dare ask Lorcan to remove the device even though he would have crawled and begged if he thought that might be the end result, but he knew that Lorcan would take his own sweet time making that decision. He made a point of checking Rowan’s cock for sore spots each morning after his discipline and at no time had he ever indicated that he intended to remove the device. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Rowan was hyper aware of its presence. Lorcan’s control of his cock also meant he had a certain amount of control over Rowan’s mind.