“Are you okay serving them?”
Kevin exhaled through his gag, eyes scanning my face for some sort of hint as to what I meant. His brows furrowed, and I pulled of his glasses, using my thumbs to soothe the crease that had formed at the bridge of his nose.
“Not sexually,” I assured him. “Just…service.”
He answered with a smaller nod. I leaned in and kissed him, pressing my lips against the place where one of the hooks on the gag arched out of his mouth. He shivered and eased his body toward mine. I wondered if he realized he did it, if he realized he always did it. Kevin always sought me out when he served. It was one of the things I loved most about him.
“Come on then,” I said, tilting my head toward the living room. “Company is coming.”
Kevin followed me into the living room, hovering near the couch, clearly unsure of what to do.
“Help me with this.” I bent over and grabbed one side of the coffee table. Realization dawned on his face, and he made a disagreeable noise as he mirrored my pose.
“Did you have a protestation?” I asked, picking up the table. “This can go in the playroom for now.”
Kevin didn’t say anything, but a line of drool started to form in the corner of his mouth from the gag. He took a step backward, and together we walked the table down the hallway and into the playroom. After setting it down, I curled my fingers around Kevin’s arms and forced him to look at me.
He looked…sinful, with his mouth pried open and his eyes dark and barely restraining their rage. I’d never seen him like this, and I liked it. An unexpected feeling flared up my spine and I tightened my hold on him. I felt powerful, and I wanted to break this man. I wanted to break him because I knew he would let me, because I knew he wanted it. I didn’t think it would happen that night, but God…
“You’ll serve,” I said softly, a command and a warning all in one. “And if you do well…if you please me…”
Kevin shuddered under my hold, a rasping whimper falling into the space between us.
“I’ll put my cock so deep into your throat you see stars, then I’ll empty my balls straight into your stomach. When I’m done, I’ll get you dressed, and I’ll take you for tapas, and I’ll let you sit at the table instead of being the table.”
Kevin’s lashes fluttered and he moaned.
I reached down and cradled his throbbing hard-on in my hand, then gave him a rough squeeze. His knees buckled and he collapsed against me.
“Sssh,” I soothed him, stroking one hand down his back while I tightened the other around his length. “Hush now and take what I give you.”
In my pants, my own cock thickened against my leg the way it always did when I hurt Kevin. For years before I’d met him, I worried if there was something wrong with me. I hadn’t been one of those kids who burned ants with a magnifying glass or tortured stray cats or anything like that, but I’d always known I had different tastes. Watching internet porn as a pre-teen had confirmed not just that I was gay, but that I wanted much more than missionary with the lights off.
I thought about my first foray into the lifestyle and how it had affected me, the things it had taught me, but I quickly pushed those memories out of my head, instead twisting the hand that wrapped around Kevin’s cock and giving him a jerk toward the door.
“Our company is nearly here,” I said, pulling him into the living room by his dick. I pointed at the thick white rug in front of the couch where our table normally sat. “Hands and knees.”
He settled onto the ground, ass in the air and face pointed toward the rug. I could see his spine was still tight, his shoulders tense, but a knock at the door indicated our company had arrived.
“Remember, tables don’t talk,” I said, giving his ass a smack, then heading away to see who had shown up first. It was Rich, which wasn’t surprising. Rich was always on time. Foster was the one who’d never met a watch he liked.
“Hey there,” Rich greeted, giving me a quick hug. “Where’s Kevin?”
“Kevin isn’t here,” I explained, giving him a wink. We’d talked about my plan before. Even though I knew Rich would be on board, I didn’t want him coming into a scene blind. He followed me into the living room where Kevin very much was.
“Oh.” Rich chuckled. “You’ve got a new table.”
“Please, have a seat.” I gestured to the couch. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
From the kitchen, I watched Rich settle onto the couch and prop his feet up on Kevin’s back like he was an actual table. Kevin made an annoyed sound, but Rich handled it as I knew he would by grinding the heels of his oxfords into Kevin’s spine until he quieted. Rich might not have been as much of a sadist as I was, but if there was anyone who valued obedience, it was him.
Once Kevin settled, Rich removed his feet like he’d only been testing Kevin. I handed him a drink, leaning against the entertainment center and folding my arms across my chest.
“Where’s Foster?” Rich asked.
“Probably the same place as Kevin.”
“You’re probably right.”
