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38. Kid
No, Kid's mind answers impulsively. He turns his face as far left as he can to avoid Felipe's warm, strong body still intimately invading Kid's personal space. "I don't know what you want with me," he grinds out. "It's not like I'm a threat to you. I could disappear and you wouldn't even notice." He's surprised by the pang exploding in his chest.
39. Felipe
Felipe's heart is the slightest bit affected by the younger man's self-defacing confession. The boy is perhaps more humble than Felipe previously gave him credit for. He recalls Kid refers to no one as his family or friend, and it gives rise to an unexpected paternal urge to comfort him. He buries his fingers in Kid's thick hair; it really is too long for a young man. "I would notice, boy...and I would be very put out. I am not interested in reluctant bed partners. It's true you are intrinsically here against your will, but it is my and Celia's hope that you will eventually become a part of our odd little family. If that is not a possibility..." he kisses the younger man's forehead tenderly, "perhaps you would be better off elsewhere."
Kid's eyes fill with tears, but his anger is evident. "Where?" he growls. "Where am I supposed to go? I don't have anything. I don't have anyone! I didn't do anything. I didn't kidnap a girl. It wasn't my idea to hold her prisoner. I didn't ask for any of this. And now I'm stuck having to choose between letting you stick a finger in my ass, or being packed off to God knows where. Gee, I wonder what the f--heck I'm gonna choose? Why don't you get it the hell over with so I can go to bed?"
Felipe takes hold of Kid's chin and enforces eye contact. "You're very ill-mannered, you know that? I did not bring you here; your choices are responsible. Still, I have kept you safe from those who would do you harm. I share my home with you. I share my woman with you. And all I get in return is your insolence and disdain. If I were you, I would weigh my opportunities with less flippancy."
40. Kid
Kid pauses and considers Felipe's words and decides they are overly pragmatic. Yes, in a way, Kid's own decisions have led him to his current predicament. However... "You can't really think that just because I didn't abandon my uncle I deserve this. You're taking advantage."
41. Felipe
Felipe raises his eyebrows, amused. "Perhaps." He takes a step back to admire his furious and despondent lover. He's tempted--oh, so very tempted--but his young charge is not yet ripe, and he wouldn't dream of forgoing the sweet taste of his willing submission. The older man sighs longingly, decided on a course of action, and undoes the black rubber cuff holding Kid's right wrist against the wall.
42. Kid
Kid doesn't trust Felipe for a second. He lowers his arm slowly and curls his fingers into his palm and against his bare leg. There are both questions and threats visible in his expressive blue eyes. Not sure what the older man is planning, yet unwilling to test his new master, he guardedly awaits instructions.
43. Felipe
"You may unbind yourself and bathe. When you are finished, Reynaldo will escort you to your own room." Before Kid can muddle through his shock and begin asking questions, he addresses Reynaldo. "Watch him. Take him to the southeast corner, away from everyone. I'll leave something out for him on the bed--help him put it on before you retire. You're permitted to use force, but do not harm him unnecessarily. Make sure you lock the door from the outside. He is not to have any visitors other than myself."
44. Kid
"Yes, sir." Reynaldo tips his head respectfully as the master departs. He fixes his hard stare on Kid. "I have no idea what he sees in you, but you should have more respect."
Kid removes his rubber restraints with one eye warily focused on Felipe's watchdog. The man, Reynaldo, always looks intimidating, despite being dressed as some sort of butler. Kid burns with shame in front of the shorter, bulkier, and serious Reynaldo when it occurs to him he has seen nearly everything Felipe or Celia have ever done to him. He's seen Kid cry, beg, and fuck. Did he see the reluctant craving on Kid's face as Felipe rubbed up against him? Most likely, he thinks. "Mind your own business," he mumbles and turns to start the water.
***
"Please, Celia," Kid pants. He shakes with need. He pulls on his tethers, secure in the knowledge they will hold him tight and keep him from touching. He only wishes they could keep his hips from thrusting. Above him, Celia's breasts, slick and shiny with sweat, bounce hypnotically. "Please let me come."
Eight days. It has taken eight days in a cock cage for Kid to crack wide open and beg. He'd thought it was stupid at first; he could handle not having sex. As long as he wore the cage, Felipe and Celia left him alone--no training, no pony rides, no nightly homo-erotic groping session. Kid just got to hang out in his own room and watch crazy Spanish soap operas all day. He was wrong. He needs to come. He needs to come right now. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcomecomecome. "Oh, God, Celia...please. I can't hold it."
Kid's every would-be erection has been stifled for eight long, torturous days. The more he thought about not getting hard, the more his cock tried to fill in the cage. By day three, he had tried to rub off by cupping his nuts and gently squeezing his flaccid cock. He dribbled copious amounts of slick, but never came. Day four, Kid discovered how strong Reynaldo is when he tried to remove the cage and found himself summarily hogtied.
And then, last night...last night, for the first time in his life, Kid stuck a finger in his ass. Just to see what it felt like. Just because he'd heard guys have a spot there. He'd never wanted to try it before, because it seemed kind of gay, but then he figured it might make him come and he really needed to get rid of some of the pressure and it couldn't really be gay, because...it's his own finger. Just the tip, he joked to himself as he coated his fingers with spit and spread his legs to search out his asshole. It took a while to work his middle finger in deep. Kid moaned like a wanton slut for the better part of half an hour, but he still. Didn't. Come.
It's day eight. Day eight! And Kid's going to come today if he has to suck it out of his own dick and beg like a shameless slut if needed.
Celia rides them both hard, thrusting her ass against Felipe behind her, and her pussy down Kid's cock. Both men groan as their cocks struggle for purchase within Celia's bo
dy. The bed beats a staccato rhythm against the wall like a metronome keeping them in sync. Celia is insatiable. She will fuck for hours if Felipe allows her, and sometimes he does.
"Please!" Kid implores. He feels hot, suffocated, and overstimulated.
"No coming," Celia says. Sweat drips down her neck onto Kid's chest.
"Fuck!" Kid shouts angrily. He forces himself to change his rhythm to stave off the inevitable. He knows this game. Celia is setting him up for failure. He'll come without being given permission and Celia will punish him. Celia has seen to it by tying him down, sucking his dick, and riding him while Felipe fucks her in the ass. Even when Kid stops moving, he can feel Felipe rubbing him through Celia's tight, wet walls.
"Language, boy," Felipe grunts. "Celia isn't going to let you come." Felipe slows and swivels his hips in such a way that both Celia and Kid groan. "You're her distraction." He thrusts. "Without you..." Thrust. "She couldn't take me." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Celia collapses on Kid's chest in a soggy heap. Her hair clings to his arm and shoulder. She pants hot, loud, and humid against his ear. "Ugh. Ugh. Ugh."
"I'm sorry, Celia," Kid says through clenched teeth. He won't come. No matter what.
Celia pushes herself up to grip Kid's jaw. Her nails dig into his chin. She trails her tongue over his lips until he opens to her kiss. She pulls back and groans. She stares into Kid's eyes. "If you come," she laughs at the pained sounds he makes, "I'll beg him to fuck you instead."
Kid's eyes widen. He thinks about how good it felt to fuck himself with one finger and how different it might be from taking Felipe's thick cock. His body heats up like mercury on a summer day, but he knows better than to show preference one way or the other. He might as well sit on Felipe's lap if he's going to succumb to that type of stupidity. It will happen one day, eventually, but he is in no hurry. Sharing Celia and knowing he cannot compete with Felipe is difficult enough, rolling over for him would be worse.
