“I’ll find out tonight, will I not?”
“Will you?” I tease him and follow the sweet scent of shower gel to the crevice behind his ear. He shivers at the touch of my tongue, then raises to his toes when I use more tape to fasten his arms to his torso.
“How would I… not?” His face is so expressive and easy to read. When he frowns, the confusion is so obvious. I love toying with him like I’m the cat and he’s my little ginger mouse, but I’m tired and show him a shawl that used to be Mom’s.
“You might see my bedroom, but not where it is.”
I blindfold him and make sure the shawl is secure over his eyes.
“Oh. I… Okay,” he says and his shoulders lose the tension they were holding. Victor smiles at me softly. His lips are no longer dry like they were when he arrived here. They’re all plump and kissable. “I will make you trust me one day.”
I stall, watching his rosy skin, and those lips I want on my flesh, but no good answer comes to my mind, so I choose to stay silent as I pick him up. “Not long now.”
It’s a lie. Fortunately, he’s featherlight for a man, and so my chaotic walk through the house, meant to confuse him about our location, is doable despite the booze in my system. In the end, though, I enter the studio and reach for a box of disposable gloves resting on one of the many shelves. The hidden retina reader scans my eye when I lean forward, then opens the wall leading into my state-of-the-art panic room. It connects to several sources of air and holds enough water to sustain me if myregular supply gets poisoned. Deep in the rock, it could also protect me from radiation and several other dangers, but I hope to never be in a position where I have to rely on long-term confinement. After all, it’s just one room, and when I enter with Victor in my arms, its messy state becomes painfully obvious.
In the rest of the house, everywhere apart from my studio, I like large open spaces and minimalism. No clutter, everything in its place. Calm, serene, and good for the mind.
But this space is nothing like the representational parts of my house. This is the inside of my warped mind, and I cringe when I imagine what it’ll look like to Victor. Cluttered, with trash on the floor, three empty cans by a keyboard so abused it hardly has the symbols still on it. Even the wall of screens where I can monitor all the hidden cameras in the house leaves room for improvement. I didn’t pay that much attention to some of the glass being dusty or smudged. Whenever I retire here, it feels like retreating into my shell.
Now I have a guest.
Victor sits on the messy bed with a big smile, wiggling his pink toes as though he doesn’t have a care in the world.
How will he even react when he sees all these hidden parts of me? Would it be easier to keep him blindfolded for the night? That way he won’t be assessing the messy cables bundled together like a rat king, or the cracked leather of the armchair. At least thanks to the air purification system it smells good here.
“Just... lie down. I need to clear away a few things,” I tell him, grabbing an empty box and sliding a whole array of stuff into it straight from the desk. The mini Lego set is not yet finished, but it’s been gathering dust for a while, and the last thing I want is for Victor to be disillusionedwith me. He’s here for the grand Sevastyan, not some paranoid mess. Sure, this room is my command center and the place that keeps me safe, but it’s a far cry from the quiet luxury in the rest of the house.
Victor faces me with his cheek on a pillow, and I realize I only have one. I never brought anyone here, nor did I expect to. Ever. Am I… drunk? What was I thinking?
“Lube? A Fleshlight?” He giggles, not at all bothered that he’s tied up. What a precious creature he is.
The cure to my loneliness. A ray of sunshine in the darkness of my hermitage.
I really must be drunk if he’s provoking such poetic thoughts. I’ve fucked so many guys, but this redheaded kid... he’s changing something in me, and I don’t hate it.
“I don’t think I’ll need a fleshlight anymore,” I tell him, stuffing whatever I can into the box.
Is it a crude thing to say? Definitely, but I do love the way Victor chews on his lips in response. He was so pliant yesterday… or was it earlier today? So much has happened since then. He invited me inside, moaned so beautifully that my dick is getting interested at the memory of it.
I tidy up faster, because I want to be in bed with him already.
Victor licks his lips. “I… I like when you come inside me.” It sounds so chaste in comparison to how enthusiastically he took my dick this afternoon, but it’s still addictive, a leash with a collar around my cock.
The room’s still a mess, but it will do.
I kick the box to the wall and straddle him, lowering myself until he trembles, as if my body heat is enough to give him pleasure. “What did you like about it? Do you enjoy being used?” I rasp, remembering that humiliation turns him on.
The blue light from the screens turns his hair darker than usual, and his skin a paler shade, but the sudden flush on his cheeks is obvious. “Y-yes. I liked being pinned down like that and how your thick cock stretched me open and I… I just had to take it.”
His dick twitches in his pants as if begging for attention.
He can have it.
Victor’s body arches when I stroke his growing erection, just skimming the surface, teasing him.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful. I love seeing him naked every day, butmyclothes on him are doing it for me.
“And you like that? Having to take my cock however I want to feed it to you?”
