“Hello,” I rasp, and the man grins at me.
“Hey. I’m here on behalf of Mr. Sokolov.”
He pulls out a knife, flicking it open and cutting the restraints on my arms and legs. I feel the tingle in them as blood starts to flow through my limbs once more, and I turn over, the dried cum on my dick and cock cage making me wince.
“Sokolov, such a sexy last name, isn’t it?” I ask, and the young man bobs his head before straightening his shoulders slightly, almost as if he’s trying to stay professional. Really, there’s no need. He can be as weird as he likes when he’s with me.
His eyes flick down to my groin, and he pulls out a key. “This was taped to the door. I assume it’s for this.”
“Yep,” I reply, letting him hand it to me. I unlock the cage, pulling it off, and my cock sighs in relief.
And then gets hard.
He watches it grow, and I lick my lips.
“Don’t suppose you’ll fuck me, right? Since Georgiy left me hanging?”
His eyes grow wide. “You shouldn’t ask me that. I don’t want to die. Take it back.”
I grin and wiggle a little, making my cock flop this way and that. “Okay, I take it back.”
He runs a hand through his unruly hair, some of it falling onto his forehead. “Thank fuck. I don’t know if he has this place wiretapped. And even if he didn’t, I wouldn’t. You’re not my type.”
I grin at that and then hold out my hand. “Oh, how intriguing. Not your type? I’m everyone’s type, eventually. I’m Bane. What’s your name?”
He reaches out and shakes it roughly. “Mr. Erikson.”
“Mister? Wow, that’s formal.”
“I’m a professional.”
I snort, and his lips twitch. “Fine, I’m mostly professional. Name’s Kit.”
“Oh, well, hello there,” I say and then wiggle my fingers.
“Hello. Nice ass. I mean…tattoo? Anyway, forget I said that. Let’s get you out of here.”
I scoot down the bed and touch my sore dick.
“So, Kit—can I call you Kitty Kat?—whatisyour type?”
He sighs and looks around the space, taking in the ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling. “Uh. Not men. At least mostly. Depends on the state of the moon, I guess. And I’d rather not be called Kitty Kat.”
I bob my head and stand up, stretching wide, my back cracking as I do. “I mean, that doesn’t make sense, but Jax, one of the guards I work with, is the same way.”
Kit perks up slightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s fucked me once or twice. Was pretty good.” I waggle my eyebrows. “But he’s adamant he’s not gay or into men. Was just horny, and I was a nice hole. Which is quite true. My hole is very nice and tight.”
All those ass exercises really keep everything in ship-shape.
“Uh, yeah, I get that. That’s cool.” Kit shifts on his feet and brushes his mess of red hair back, and it just flops right back down. I like his hair color. It’s nice. He also has nice limbs—long and gangly.
He’s cute. Would make a nice lamp if I ever lopped part of him off. He just screams decorative.
“Is that hair color natural?” I ask, reaching out and touching a strand of auburn.
“Yeah. Sadly.”
