Free Determined to Obey by Cj Roberts

for Felipe, just as he is every evening. Today has been a particularly taxing day. Celia is apparently in a mood about something. She’s been sullen and irritable toward Felipe. Her ire, in turn, has made Felipe more sadistic than usual. Kid has been ceaselessly tormented in the melee. He hasn’t come all day, and he knows Felipe is coming to whisper filth in his ear while he touches Kid’s boy pussy and jerks off on his nuts. Kid doesn’t think he can take it. He’s already half hard thinking about it and his asshole feels… weird. Empty.
    Felipe enters, Reynaldo respectfully behind. The master’s foul mood is evident in the absence of his welcoming smile and the presence of a furrow between his thick black brows. He looks at Kid for several seconds before he relaxes his face. “Do not fret, beautiful boy. I am not inclined to vent my frustrations on you. At least, not with violence.” He purposefully prods Kid’s thickening erection. “Especially as it seems I am not the only frustrated party.”
    Kid can feel the heat of his embarrassment crawl up from his chest to paint him cherry red up to his cheeks. “You guys have been fucking with me all day. It’s not…it’s not because of you. ” He exhales sharply and forces himself to maintain eye contact.
    35. Felipe
    Felipe’s formerly impenetrable ill-mood gives way to twisted amusement. “Language, boy. I’ve warned you what would happen.” He chuckles heartily at the younger man’s mortified gasp and penitent expression. "Deberías ver tu cara! Your face!” He cannot resist cradling the boys head in both hands and planting a hard kiss on his lips.
    “Hey!” Kid protests and twists his face away from Felipe’s tenacious grasp in an attempt to wipe away Felipe’s kiss. “Stop that.” He swipes his tongue over his lips.
    The older man crowds his primed treat. He scents the young man from tense and muscled shoulder to soft and thin-skinned nape. He speaks softly into his ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He closes his eyes when he feels Kid shiver, and slides his linen-covered thigh under Kid’s balls. “I’m going to savor every yielded ecstasy. I’m going to lick my essence out of your unrefined mouth until I can taste only your submission. I’m going to spread you open and spear your virgin pussy on my tongue until you cry out for my cock in you. I’m going to swallow your pink little cock and devour you.”
    36. Kid
    Kid can feel the older man’s knee between his cheeks, and the urge to grind his asshole down and fuck against Felipe’s thigh is enough to force out an undignified groan. “No,” he whispers close to Felipe’s ear. Don’t make me give in yet. I’m not ready.
    37. Felipe
    Pale hips flush with blood and the young man’s cock plumps on top of Felipe’s thigh. The older man artfully avoids giving his captive any accidental friction. The boy is easy game, a rabbit, far less complicated than Celia, who only pretends at being prey. “No,” he repeats Kid’s plea and meets his eyes. “Not until you desire it, not until you desire me. ” He strokes the boy’s golden locks. “Until then, however, it is my duty to guide you into my service. I will do so by enforcing the rules I set. Your punishment for using vulgar language is one finger inside you…without lube.” Nefarious grin in place, he strokes this thumb over the younger man’s damp cheek.
    Kid struggles uselessly in his bonds and stares daggers toward Felipe. The boy is full of impotent rage heaped on top of his own shame. “You can’t!” he rages. “At least use lube, you dick!”
    Felipe’s amusement disappears like it never existed. He stares back at the younger man, matching and then surpassing his intensity until the boy looks away and shuts his eyes tight; a single tear slides down to the tip of his nose. Self-worth is a tenuous and fragile thing. Everyone must have it to be satisfied with their own existence, and yet, Felipe requires an equal