Free In Arrears by Morgan Hawke Page B

intended to ask him as soon as it came off.
    The scrape of wood against wood announced the arrival of the second patron. According to the bare feet padding on the wooden floor, he was alone.  
    The patron sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh...my.” His voice was very soft. He padded a little closer. Smooth and delicate fingers traced down Roth’s arm to his wrist. “I was, um, told that he doesn’t have use of his hands or feet.”
    Roth frowned. The patron’s voice sounded very familiar, but he couldn’t place where he’d heard it before.
    “This is correct.” Fox’s voice was particularly soft. “His voice has also been removed.”
    The patron stilled utterly. “Is it...permanent?”
    “Not at all.” Fox’s tone was mildly pleasant.
    “Oh?” The patron released a soft breath. “May I ask how it was done?”
    “Acupuncture needles applied in the tap meridians. Any expert could easily reproduce this effect, or remove it.”
    The patron traced his fingers across Roth’s chest then down his belly. “A cock ring?”
    “You may release him, at your discretion.” Fox’s voice held a distinct note of humor.
    “Eh?” The patron yanked his hand away from Roth’s skin. “Me?”
    Roth bit his lip to keep from laughing himself. He’s shy. It was almost...cute.
    Fox chuckled softly. “You are the patron. We are here to serve your needs.” Cloth rustled close by, indicating that Fox had approached. The mattress gave under Fox’s steps. “Use this oil on your hands, on his flesh, and on the ring itself. Pull the ring slowly and carefully. Just be aware that without it, it won’t take much for him to cum.”
    The patron swallowed audibly. “O-okay.” The sound of damp hands rubbing together came from the patron’s side of the mattress. Gentle fingers closed around Roth’s cock.
    The slight pressure was too tempting to resist. Roth bucked up into the hands that held him.
    The patron yanked his hands back.
    Fox chuckled. “No need to be afraid. He’s merely eager for release.”
    The patron released his breath. “O-oh. Then I better get it off him.” He closed his long fingers around Roth’s cock more firmly.
    Roth writhed. The guy’s smooth hands felt so damned good.
    Fox cleared his throat. “I meant that the last patron didn’t let him cum.”
    The patron’s hands clenched tightly around Roth’s cock. “I, uh, see.”
    Roth huffed out a voiceless groan. His hands felt too good. Hurry up and get it off me, damn it !
    Fox dropped to nearly a whisper. “He’s waiting for you.”
    The patron sucked in a deep breath. “Okay.” He slid his oil-slick hands all the way around Roth’s cock then slid his fingers around the ring. He took a deep breath, and pulled slowly, but firmly. The ring slipped free.
    Roth sighed heavily in relief, until the blood rushed into the constricted area and burned. He hissed.
    “I will take that.” Fox’s voice was firm.
    “Okay.” The patron took a breath. “So, um, how do I get him to cum?”
    Fox snorted. “Well, the quickest way would be to fuck him.”
    The patron swallowed audibly. “F—fuck him?” His voice sailed into the upper registers.
    Roth stilled. I know I’ve heard that that voice before!  
    Fox chuckled. “That’s what he’s here for. So, how would you like to fuck him, on his back, or on his hands and knees?”
    “Eh...” He cleared his throat. “What would you...suggest?”
    Fox hummed. “Is this your first man?”
    The patron choked.
    Fox snorted. “I’ll take that for a ‘yes’.” Fabric rustled toward Roth’s head. “For your first ride, I would suggest you take him on his back. He’s particularly responsive to it, and it will give you the best view.”
    “But, I, uh...”
    Fox settled by Roth’s head. “I understand that you’ll probably cum very quickly, but I assure you, at his level of excitement, he will too.”
    The patron coughed. “Hey now...!”
    “Now then, apply the oil to your cock as thickly as possible.