If Keith had wanted to try to pull something, he wouldn’t have wrapped his cock for a blowjob, for chrissake.

Trust had to start somewhere. So far, Keith hadn’t done anything to violate Scott’s trust. He’d keep his eyes open and not ignore anything, but he also wouldn’t start assuming Keith was anything but what he said he was.

If he was proved wrong, and Keith violated his trust…well, he’d deal with that if and when it happened.

* * * *

Behind the anonymity of the hood, Scott realized he could relax and just be, following Keith’s orders and not worrying if anyone recognized him.

No one could recognize him. He was just one of hundreds of guys in the darkened courtyard with only the lights from the pool, the bouncing disco lights, and lights from the walkways and from the windows of the poolside rooms around the courtyard providing any light. He saw some of the men, obviously Tops from their demeanor, turning to look at him following Keith.

The fact that Keith was proudly leading him around, casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, turned Scott on even more.

It was hard not to contrast the difference between that and Noel timidly walking around Venture or a private party with him following her. He hadn’t brought any of that gear with him this weekend, not wanting her to see it missing if she went into the closet. Just the butt plugs, which were usually in one of his dresser drawers anyway.

It was enough that she was letting him go this weekend. He didn’t want to rub it in her face. Didn’t want her to think this was about any lacking on her part, because it wasn’t.

But the fact that a guy was now leading him around, willingly, almost eager to talk to his friends with Scott literally at his feet, was a massive turn-on.

He couldn’t lie about that.

His aching cock wouldn’t have allowed him to lie about it, anyway.

The next time they stopped, near the bar they’d sat and talked at earlier, Keith snapped his fingers and pointed. Scott dropped to his knees and closed his eyes as he started licking Keith’s boots.

Keith reached down and rubbed the back of the hood. “Such a good boy. Yes you are.”

He wondered if Keith could feel the way he was moaning through the leather of his boots even as he licked them.

* * * *

It was hard for Keith to concentrate on the conversation when he could feel Scott moaning as he licked his boots.

Damn.

He’d met do-me subs before, and Scott was anything but one of those, so far. He’d followed orders without whining or trying to top from the bottom, and it was reeeeally making it hard for Keith to focus on anything but the man at his feet.

The man with the really hot, technically virgin ass.

In fact, his own cock throbbed as he thought about looking into Scott’s eyes the first time he slid his cock up the man’s ass, with Scott on his back and under him.

Fuck.

He’d really wanted to hang around, but it’d been nearly a year since he’d had anything more than a blowjob, and right now the siren song of Scott’s ass was calling to him in a really hot and loud way.

He waited for an appropriate break in the conversation before tugging on the leash. Scott climbed to his feet as Keith said good-bye and headed toward the stairs closest to his room.

When they emerged from the stairwell, they passed the redheaded guy again. This time, he wore a pair of tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a collar and leather cuffs, as he followed an older bear down the corridor.

Scott barely hesitated, just taking up the slack in the leash before apparently remembering he was hooded and unrecognizable.

Keith stopped and turned to him, smiling. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Just trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Grabbing the leash up close to the collar, Keith led him toward the room.

Chapter Six

Keith liked that Scott awaited his orders once the door was closed behind them. Keith sat on the end of the bed and held up his right foot.

“Get them off me.”

Scott dropped to his knees and started unlacing them. Once he was back to his bare feet, Keith tugged on the leash, pulling Scott’s head into his lap, between his legs. This was one of the things he loved, the physicality, the closeness, the intimacy. Not just the sex, which was great, duh, but the power exchange.

He pressed Scott’s face against the front of his shorts, where his cock strained against the leather. “Run your lips over it, boy.”

Scott did, doing the best he could through the hood’s mouth opening and through the leather of Keith’s shorts. Keith couldn’t wait until they could have sex without condoms.

He’d love to spend an afternoon with Scott on his knees, hands cuffed behind him, a vibrating butt plug in his ass, and his cock in Scott’s mouth.

Holding Scott’s head, he tried to rein in his heart. This was soon, too damn soon to be thinking about anything beyond this weekend. He might wake up to find the guy gone, that he had flaked out.

Or in the light of day he could be a giant douchenozzle.

He hoped not. He’d met plenty of douchenozzles in his time, and Scott had a quiet way about him that bespoke a natural submissiveness, a servitude that most people probably never saw, never suspected.

After a few minutes of that, he unclipped the leash, and Scott’s wrists, then patted the top of his head. “Strip down. Let’s grab a quick shower before we get to the fun.”

Under the warm spray, he grabbed Scott and pulled him into his arms. He was a perfect couple of inches shorter than him, a decent body to go with the nice ass, and eager.

He handed him the soap and washcloth and turned. “Scrub me down good, boy. Top to bottom.”

Keith closed his eyes as Scott’s hands roamed his flesh, tentative at first, then growing more confident.

Yes, this was a man he could easily come to love, he suspected.

He turned so Scott could wash his front, his gaze locking on the man’s blue eyes, waiting for him to look up into his eyes.

When Scott did, it felt like electricity shooting through Keith. If his cock hadn’t already been hard, it would have jolted him to life.

Keith grabbed him, kissing him hard, grabbing Scott’s cock and slowly stroking, enjoying the way Scott moaned into his mouth.

“Gonna fuck you real good, boy,” Keith whispered into his mouth. “Gonna show you what you’ve been missing, what you’ve been needing. Not just that, but everything. Gonna show you what it feels like to be owned, train you how to be my good boy. You like the sound of that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached farther down, cupping Scott’s balls in his hand, gently squeezing, working a finger up past his taint and making him moan again as he pressed on the base of the butt plug still embedded there.

“Yeah, I’ve got your number now, don’t I? Don’t worry. Sir’s gonna make everything better real soon.”

Keith suspected the man was close to exploding anyway, and wanted their first time in bed to last longer than thirty seconds. He slowly slicked Scott’s juices up and down his cock, fisting it as he hooked his left hand around the back of Scott’s neck and pressed Scott’s face against his left shoulder. Keith nipped him just below the left ear.

“You can come for me, boy,” he whispered, stroking him hard and fast and loving the sound Scott made when his cock exploded all over his hand.

He chuckled, even enjoying the feel of Scott’s breath against his shoulder. “See? Told you I’d make it better. Now get on your knees and suck my hand clean.”

He stepped back enough so Scott could, the subbie glaze firmly back in his eyes as he grabbed Keith’s hand and eagerly licked and sucked his cum off his palm and fingers.