In Arrears: Four

Soft whispers came from the audience in front of Marin. “Look, he’s so ready to cum, he’s dripping.”

“Hell, I’d let the guy fuck me. He’s more beautiful any woman I’ve ever seen.”

“No shit, me too!”

Marin turned his ear toward Fox. The man was beautiful, and very good with his mouth…and hands. He licked his dry lips. He was probably good with the rest too.

And there were worse options -- such as an auction. He hadn’t participated, but he’d witnessed more than one where a virgin was the prize. He’d stayed after the winner took off with his prize only once. The screams still haunted him.

Suddenly, being fucked by an expert didn’t seem all that bad a deal.

Fox’s voice rumbled out on a growl. “Would you rather I took you by force?”

By force? Marin stiffened. That would hurt like hell, not to mention, probably rip him wide open. He shook his head. Hell no!

“Very well then…” Fox’s deep rich voice purred behind him. “Come to me.”

Marin blew out a nervous sigh, put his hands down on the futon mattress and started crawling backwards.

Fox’s hands made contact with Marin’s calves. “Spread your legs wider, and come up on your knees.”

Marin came up on his knees and let Fox’s hands guide him until he moved past Fox’s crossed legs and hovered over his lap.

The watching audience was dead silent.

Fox curled his arm around Marin’s hips. “Sit, slowly.”

Marin dropped his head, shielding his face behind his hair. Am I really gonna do this? Did he have a choice? The only other option…rape…might save his pride, but he really didn’t like the idea of that much pain there. He took a deep breath and bent his knees to sit.

Something hot, hard, slippery, and thick bumped into the crack of his ass then moved to center on his anus.

He froze.

Fox’s arm tightened around his hips and pressed downward. “Push out, just like you did before.”

Somehow, having Fox’s arm around him was actually comforting. Marin took a breath and pushed. The hot crown of Fox’s cock nudged, pressed, then began to breech the muscles guarding the snug entrance to Marin’s body. The stretching of his body ached, but it didn’t burn. He wasn’t tearing. The flared edge of the crown passed fully into him, granting sudden relief. He released his held breath.

Fox’s arm closed around him in a vice-grip. He shoved, hard.

Marin’s knees gave under the pressure. A hot, hard pole that felt like solid iron forged into him, spreading him wide. He threw his head back, his spine arcing, his muscles going taut, his mouth opening on a soundless moan. The pole slid deeper.

The hidden audience gave a collective sigh.

Marin’s spread thighs made contact with Fox’s folded legs.

Fox brushed his lips against Marin’s ear. “Good boy.” His arms slid around Marin’s body, caressing his chest. “Now, rock back and find that place of pleasure inside you.” He plucked at Marin’s nipples.

A hot wave of lust tingled all the way to his cock. Marin let his head fall back onto Fox’s shoulder and tilted his hips back in sheer reaction. The cock inside him moved and pressed against…something. Electric pleasure spilled through him. He gasped and immediately rolled his hips, rocking his ass in Fox’s lap to find it again. Pressure…pleasure! But not enough, it wasn’t enough.

He pressed his palms down on Fox’s thighs for leverage, and rocked harder, arching fully. The cock slid part way out, then back in to spear straight into that spot. Intense electric delight jolted through him, forcing a loud gasp from his throat. Liquid dribbled from the tip of his cock. Damn it! It still wasn’t enough to make him cum! He had to do it harder.

Fox gasped against his ear. His fingers slid down to dig into Marin’s hips. “Good, very good.” He lunged upward on Marin’s down-stroke.

A hard and brutal jolt of electric delight exploded inside him. Marin choked. A small amount of cum spat from his cock. Yes! That was it! But more, he needed more… He surged upward and slammed back down.

With a grunt of effort, Fox met him with another upward thrust.

The jolt of pleasure burned through him, and other spurt of cum spat from his cock, but it wasn’t quite enough. He bared his teeth and shook his head in frustration, his red main flying.

Fox hummed in obvious amusement. “Do you want it harder my steel tiger?”

Panting, Marin nodded without hesitation.

“Then, allow me to assist you.” Fox’s fingers swept down Marin’s sweat-slick chest, then around to his back. He pressed. “Lean forward on your arms, and I will give you what you need.”

Marin hesitated. Fox was asking him to assume the classic position of submission, the position of someone begging for a fuck. Marin Cross didn’t beg, ever, but… But his aching dick needed relief.

He leaned forward and lowered his half-functioning hands to the mattress, then slid to his elbows. A pang stabbed his heart. His eyes watered, the tears slipping past his blindfold to drip down his cheeks. He dropped his chin and turned his head to hide behind his hair. His swept the heel of his hand across his burning cheek to wipe them away.

Fox leaned over his back, his hands pressing the mattress at Marin’s sides. “Don’t hide, let them see.” Fox cupped his chin and lifted Marin’s face from under his hair. “This is what they’ve come here to see, a man so powerful humbled by the needs of ecstasy.” He brushed his lips against Marin’s ear. “Beauty beyond compare.” The fingers of his other hand sank into Marin’s hip. He rolled his hips against Marin’s ass, and the cock inside him slid against that sweet delicious spot.

Marin hissed in through his teeth and arched his back upward to feel more of it. Damn it! He needed to cum!

Fox’s hand slid from Marin’s chin to his hair. He sank his fingers in and fisted it at the base of Marin’s neck. “Head up, my tiger.” Fox rolled his hips again, grinding his cock deep into Marin’s ass. “Let them see you cum.”

The band around Marin’s throat tightened, cutting off even more of his air. Awash under the burn of near-ecstasy, he opened his mouth to gasp in a breath.

Fox pulled back and slammed in hard directly on that spot within.

Electric fire burned all the way up his spine, his entire body shuddering with the impact. Marin gasped out a silent scream. Fuck…!

Fox slammed into him with a grunt, then again, and again… The fingers of one hand dug into Marin’s hip with bruising force, pulling Marin back onto his cock, while the fingers of his other hand held Marin’s head up by the hair. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud and crisp.

Inundated by the fiery burn of intense pleasure, Marin’s mind went white, his thoughts completely erased by the hunger burning in his cock and balls. His body rocked back, slamming onto the cock fucking him closer, and closer to the hardest orgasm he’d ever experienced.

Ecstasy crested and exploded. He stiffened, every muscle going taut.

Fox suddenly curled his hand arm under Marin’s waist, and yanked hard on his hair, forcing Marin upright on his trembling knees.

Marin choked and gasped, sucking for air even as his shuddering body emptied, and emptied, shooting string after string of cum. Dizziness overtook him, and he went boneless in Fox’s hold.

Fox released him, his cock slipping free of Marin’s body.

Marin collapsed on the mattress, landing flat on his belly, his legs splayed wide. He was only vaguely aware of a slapping noise and Fox’s groan, but there was no mistaking the hot thick wetness that spattered his chilled and sweaty ass.

After fucking him damned near senseless, the bastard had cum on his ass.

The hoarse cheers and clapping from the audience faded into nothing.



Marin awoke flat on his back to broad but firm hands washing him down with a cloth. His eyes opened, but saw nothing. Belatedly, he realized that he could feel the itch of the blindfold that was still across his eyes. Oh… On the other hand, the cloth around his throat seemed to be gone. “What...happened?” It came out in a whisper, but it was better than no voice at all. “Fox?”

“I’m here.” A hand patted Marin’s shoulder. “You passed out.” Fox’s tone held amusement. “Our patrons were very pleased.”

“I’ll bet.” Marin turned his head away. God…! He still couldn’t believe that he’d actually gotten down on his knees and practically begged for Fox to fuck him.

He couldn’t believe how good it felt.

Fox set his arm around Marin’s shoulders and helped him to sit up. “Tomorrow at sunset, you will receive your first patron.”

Marin sat up and flinched from the dull and throbbing ache in his ass. Suddenly, Fox’s words registered.

“Your first patron…”

Oh, fuck… They really were going to whore him out.

Fox pulled a robe around Marin’s shoulders. “Of course, I will be in the room also, as you will be blind and speechless.” A soft clink came from in front of Marin. The scent of lamb curry wafted to his nostrils. Something tapped the Marin’s lower lip. “Open your mouth so you can eat.”

Marin opened his mouth to say, I can feed myself… But he couldn’t. His fingers wouldn’t hold a fork or spoon.

A piece of meat was slipped between his parted lips.

Marin’s mouth watered and his stomach clenched in hunger. He chewed.

“Good.” Another tap arrived at Marin’s lower lip.

Marin opened his mouth to accept another bite. Rice this time, flavored with sweet curry and raisins.

“Let me know when you need to relieve yourself.”

Marin ducked his head. “Wine?”

“No wine for you. It sours the semen. I have water.”

Marin scowled. “I want to get drunk.” I want to forget…

Fox chuckled. “I’m sure you do, but I’m afraid that I cannot allow that.”

Marin hunched his shoulders. “A cigarette?”

“Yes, that you may have, now that you’ve done your service duties for the night.” He tapped Marin’s bottom lip. “After you finish eating.”

Marin snorted but took in the next bite of food. He chewed and swallowed. “Does this mean my training’s done?”

Fox pressed what could only be a glass against Marin’s lips. “Drink.”

Marin took a careful sip. Water…

“Have you ever given a blow-job?”

Marin damned near spat the whole mouthful back out. He’d have to do that too? He swallowed the water down, hard. “Eh… I’ve received them?”

Fox caught Marin’s chin and turned his head back toward him. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” He wiped at Marin’s damp lips with a cloth. “Your duties as a courtesan will be very simple. You suck them to erection, then let them fuck you in the position of their choice. With your hands and feet disabled, you won’t be asked to do much more than that.”

Marin rolled his eyes behind his blindfold. “I won’t be able to do much more than that.”

“Precisely.”

“And people are willing to pay for this?”

“They know your condition is temporary. You will be restored to full killing capacity at the end of your term, which is why you will also remain blindfolded.” He chuckled softly. “They don’t want you hunting them down afterwards.”

Marin frowned deeply. “I still don’t get why anyone would pay to fuck someone that can’t even touch them.”

“You underestimate your own fierce reputation. They don’t want you to touch them. They want to touch you. You’re booked solid for the next five days.”

“Eh…?” Marin sat up straight. Booked solid…? A tap on his bottom lip let him know that food was there. He opened his mouth.

Fox pressed another bit of meat between Marin’s lips. “Your performance this night was exemplary. Not only did four out of the five gentlemen make immediate appointments, we received several phone calls shortly thereafter.”

Marin swallowed. “How many?”

“It’s better if you do not know.” Fox swept a cloth across Marin’s lips. “Concentrate on what’s immediately before you and nothing else. It will make the time pass more swiftly.”

Marin nodded. It was how he handled his battles. Pay attention to the target closest to you. Eliminate, and go on to the next. Don’t think, just…do.

Fox tapped his lower lip. “Eat. After your next lesson, you may have your cigarette.”

Marin turned away briefly. “Great.”

Fox finished feeding Marin his curried lamb dinner far too swiftly.

The clink of dishes being set on a tray was followed by a few dabs across his lips from a damp cloth. Fox’s voice called out softly. “Thank you, you may go.”

A feminine voice whispered in reply. “Yes, master Fox.” There was a whisper of bare feet on a wood floor, then the soft clack of a sliding door being closed.

Fabric rustled directly before Marin. “You begin with your tongue.”

Marin winced. “We’re doing this right now?”

“Would you rather do this with someone you don’t know and cannot see?”

Marin turned away. “I can’t see you either.”

“Ah, but you know what I look like.”

Marin winced. Yes, he knew exactly what Fox looked like. As if, I could forget…?

Fox reached out to cup Marin’s chin. He turned Marin’s face toward him. “Since you cannot see, and you cannot use your fingers, you must learn the shape of your patron with your tongue and lips.” His hand slid up the side of Marin’s cheek to grasp his hair. “Lower your head, my tiger and discover me.” He pushed Marin’s head downward.

Marin’s forearms landed on Fox’s cross-folded thighs, just barely keeping him from falling face-first into his lap. Something warm and slightly rigid bumped Marin’s cheek. The scent of sandalwood soap didn’t quite cover the rich scent of musk. As though compelled, he turned toward it and his lips made contact with Fox’s semi-hard dick.

Fox’s fingers tightened in his hair. His voice hissed through his teeth. “Yes, explore me with your lips, and your tongue.”

Something about Fox’s voice, perhaps the husky way it vibrated, convinced Marin that he was hearing eagerness. A spark of excitement stabbed him deep under the balls. Without thought, Marin let his tongue flick out for a taste; soap and slightly salty musk, like his scent. It was…intoxicating. He dragged his tongue down the semi-hard shaft, then licked his way back up, exploring the contours, the shape, and the texture.

Fox sighed. His cock pulsed and swelled to full, rigid hardness.

Marin licked upward until he came to the ridge of the crown. He couldn’t help but lave his tongue along the full edge of the crown, then across the top. The taste of musk and salt bloomed on his tongue. Precum…

Fox’s cock twitched under his tongue. The man sucked in a sharp breath and his thighs flexed, stiffening and trembling under Marin’s arms.

Huh…? Marin paused. Fox was…trembling? Holy crap! He wants me to suck his dick so bad he’s actually shaking! A sense of power washed through Marin. I wonder what he’d do if I do this…? He closed his lips over the entire crown and lashed the small opening with the tip of his tongue.

Fox shuddered and released a deep groan. He pulled his hand from Marin’s hair to lean back. “You…” He sucked in a breath. “You definitely have the talent for this.”

Marin snorted. Merely doing what’s been done to me. He decided to try something else. He sucked Fox’s cock deeper into his mouth, all the way to the back. He choked, his throat closing around Fox’s cock.

Fox gasped, and his hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into Marin’s throat.

Marin’s eyes watered, as did his mouth. His throat closed tight and his stomach muscles clenched in an attempt to gag. Alarmed, he pulled back, releasing Fox’s cock with an audible pop and gasped for breath.

“No!” Fox grabbed Marin’s hair and shoved his head back down. “Don’t stop!” His saliva-slick cock slid right back into Marin’s open mouth.

Marin barely had time to suck in a breath.

Fox moaned and bucked, driving his cock deep into Marin’s throat, over and over.

Marin choked, his throat closing tight. He couldn’t breathe! He tried to push up, but Fox had too tight a grip on his hair.

Fox groaned and continued to fuck Marin’s throat.

In desperation, Marin tightened the muscles in his throat to force his airway clear, and sucked in air through his nose. Air filled his lungs. He could breathe past the cock in his throat. Panic eased and the urge to heave slipped away.

Fox thrust all the way in, shoving Marin’s nose against him, his balls pressing against Marin’s chin, and held him there.

Marin flared his nostrils to breathe. What…?

Fox groaned long and hard. His cock pulsed in Marin’s mouth.

Thick wetness began to jet down Marin’s throat. He swallowed to keep from choking, but there was too much. His mouth filled and spilled over.

“Mmm…” Fox pulled his softening cock free of Marin’s mouth trailing long strings of cum.

Marin fell to the side choking. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “You fucking could have warned me.” His whispering voice was hoarse.

Fox snorted. “Your patrons are paying for the privilege of using your body as they see fit.” He caught Marin by the upper arm and pulled him to sit up. “This includes cumming in your ass or down your throat.” He wiped a warm cloth across Marin’s face. “Better that you’re prepared for it.”

Prepared…? Marin ducked his head. How do you prepare for being used like…that? He licked his lips, still not quite able to get the taste of Fox’s cum from his mouth. “Now I really need a drink.”

A swish and the scent of sulfur marked the strike of a match. The scent of burning tobacco followed. “Here is your cigarette.”

Marin lifted his head and parted his lips.

Fox pressed the filter to his lips.

Marin took a deep drag, filling his lungs. His head spun with nicotine. He lifted his hand to take it from his lips.

Fox pulled it free. “You continue to forget that your fingers do not work.”

Marin bared his teeth. “Gee, I wonder whose fault that is?”

A low rumbling growl came from Fox. “The fault is yours, Cross. I told you this at the beginning.”

Marin clenched his jaw. “Just gimme my damned cigarette.”

With Fox’s silent assistance, Marin finished his cigarette then was settled back on the futon to sleep. He honestly didn’t think he’d be able to sleep at all, considering what was going to happen the next day, but surprisingly, he crashed almost immediately.

A nightmare of mist and shadows that echoed with the Millennium Earl’s evil laughter jarred him awake sweating and chilled. He opened his eyes to nothing. He was still blindfolded. He panted, his heart pounding unsure if he was still trapped in his nightmare.

A warm body at his side shifted, and Fox spoke softly. “Nightmare, Cross?”

Marin was pitifully grateful to find him there against his side. “Yeah.”

Fox rolled toward him and threw an arm over his waist. “You are not alone.”

Somehow, it was enough to ease him back into sleep.