“That’s right. I’m going to mark you, boy. You’re going to wear my marks. My rings.” He reached down and grabbed Scott’s ass, digging his fingers in. “You’re going to leave this weekend a changed man.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Five

Keith was tempted to stay in the room, but knew if they did that they wouldn’t be leaving until either hunger or checkout time forced them out.

And he did want to hang out with some of his friends he didn’t get to see all that often. Plus there was the contest. That was tomorrow night, but tonight was a meet and greet for the contestants, a leather boy competition. He wasn’t sure which group, he couldn’t keep them straight, but it provided for some nice eye candy.

After attaching a double-ended snap clip to hold Scott’s wrists together in front of him, Keith grabbed his room card and a credit card and tucked them into the pocket of his shorts. Then he grabbed Scott’s leash and tugged.

“Let’s go.”

Scott barely hesitated at the door, which Keith had anticipated. As they walked out, the force of the music and noise of the attendees filling the courtyard slammed into them.

Keith pulled the room door shut behind them and tested it. “Stay with me,” he told Scott. “And pay attention to me.”

He led him downstairs to the courtyard, where Keith scanned the area for anyone he knew. Marvin was holding court with a few other people in some chairs at one end of the pool.

Might as well.

He led Scott over to the group and snapped his fingers, pointing at his feet.

Scott immediately dropped into the correct position.

Marvin, who was smoking a cigar and had his boot-clad feet propped up on a twink’s ass, sat up, his eyes widening. “Is that your fresh meat from before?”

Keith glanced down at Scott. “Yep. Thanks for not poaching him out from under me.”

“Dammit. He’s got a fine ass.” Marvin grinned. “Feel up to sharing?”

“Sorry, you know I’m greedy. I don’t share my toys.”

“Yeah, I know, but it never hurts to ask.” He slapped the guy’s ass he’d been propping his boots on, because the guy had sat up. “Who said you could get up?”

The twink immediately dropped back onto all fours as Marvin returned his boots to his back. “Hope this works out for you. I know you’ve been looking for a while.”

“We’ll see.”

Marvin was a player. He and his long-time boyfriend, Kendell, who had lived together for nearly twenty years, had an arrangement. Marvin got to get his leather freak on, as long as he didn’t bring anyone or anything home with him that couldn’t be washed off with soap and water, and his boyfriend was a stay-at-home slave.

Marvin, a successful personal injury attorney, could afford to keep Kendell at home, baking and taking care of their place. He was Marvin’s respectable other half, the one Marvin could dress in fine suits and take with him to Chamber of Commerce functions and not get weird looks.

Kendell didn’t enjoy going out to clubs or the party scene. Kendell had a weekend houseboy of his own who’d come over while Marvin was out partying.

Everyone was happy. Hey, if it worked for them, Keith wouldn’t knock it. It just wasn’t his style. He didn’t like anonymous sex, he didn’t like partying, and he didn’t like not being able to remember the names of all the guys he’d fucked. Nothing against guys who did, it just wasn’t what he wanted.

He didn’t know exactly what it was about Scott that had already burrowed under his skin like a tick. The vulnerability in his eyes, the trust. Yes, Keith wasn’t stupid. He could be setting himself up for disappointment. The guy might give him a fake phone number and then Keith would never see him again.

But somehow, he didn’t think so. Maybe it was naive, but he wanted to trust Scott, the way Scott was trusting him.

He stood there talking to Marvin and some others for nearly half an hour. The entire time, Scott remained perfectly still and in position. After scanning the courtyard, Keith located another cluster of friends on the other side. He tugged Scott’s leash and the man jumped up, following him without any delay.

Keith shot a pleased smile over his shoulder. “Good boy.”

This time, Keith was able to settle into a vacated chair while talking to his friends. He put Scott on his hands and knees and, taking a page from Marvin’s playbook, used Scott as a footrest while talking.

He knew from the bulge in the front of Scott’s leather jock that he was hard, horny, and probably leaving a hell of a wet spot on the inside of that jock.

That was fine, because the outline of his own hard cock was clearly visible along the front of the leather shorts he wore.

After another half hour or so, Keith got up and led Scott off to one side of the courtyard, where he pulled him in close with the leash.

“How’s my boy doing?” Keith asked.

That sweet, subbie glaze still lingered in Scott’s blue eyes. “Good, Sir.”

“Excellent. Next time we settle somewhere and I put you down on the ground, you lick my boots, both of them, for as long as we’re there. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Soles, too?”

Keith grinned. “I admire your enthusiasm, but no. I don’t want you puking your guts up because you pick up something.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

His gaze narrowed. “Had I told you to, you would have, wouldn’t you?”

Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t have liked it, but I would have done it.”

He pulled Scott in for another deep kiss, reaching down and squeezing the front of the jock.

Sure enough, Scott’s cock was hard.

“Good boy,” Keith told him. “Like I said, I don’t like to break my toys. Marvin would have you licking the damn concrete just to make him laugh before he used you as a toilet, but I’m not into that. Just remember, you can always tell me red or yellow, and we’ll talk. I don’t want a doormat who grows to resent me.”

“Yes, Sir. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Keith felt like he stood on the edge of an abyss, one foot hanging out over the darkness and his weight dangerously shifting forward. “You’re not going to disappoint me if you communicate like an adult.”

* * * *

Scott struggled not to hump his hips against Keith’s hand. Relief filled him at confirmation that Keith had limits and wanted him to safeword if they drew too close to Scott’s.

He suspected someone like Marvin was more interested in the party than a partner. Guys like Marvin could always find someone else to party with, who wanted to ride that edge.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh, you thank me now.” He turned Scott and pointed at a large tent that had been set up at one end of the courtyard, in the grass, a tent that stretched across almost the entire courtyard and had sides so you couldn’t see inside.

“See that? That’s the dungeon for the weekend. Pretty much anything goes in there. Tomorrow night, your ass is going to be in a sling—literally—while I fuck your brains out in front of everyone and show them what a good boy you are for me. Understand?”

Scott’s cock throbbed. “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t even going to question the legalities of that, how they could get away with something like that when a club like Venture had rules against outright sex.

Keith pressed against Scott’s back, the man’s hard cock pressing through the leather shorts and against Scott’s freshly beaten and sore ass. He grabbed Scott’s hips and started grinding against him. “Going to pop your public cherry, while I’m giving you a hand job. You’ll come for me like a good boy, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Keith chuckled and bit down on the top of Scott’s right shoulder. Scott briefly thought about Noel and hoped she didn’t spot the marks before he shoved those thoughts away.

She’d assured him he could come here and play, have sex, whatever he wanted, as long as he was safe.