Free Determined to Obey by Cj Roberts Page B

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 body. 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