In Arrears: Seven

The following day started much like the one before, food, a bath, a…cleansing, a massage, the god damned cock ring, getting dressed in yet another set of flimsy robes, and then being carried into a room to await his first patron.

Unlike his first, this patron wanted him up on his knees for a blow job, then face-down on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. The bastard got behind him, grabbed him by the hair, fucked him hard, then finished off by cumming all over his raised ass.

The level of frustration, however, remained the same. The asshole didn’t remove the cock ring.

As before, he was cleaned up just in time for his next patron. Or rather, a pair of them.

Once again, he was up on his hands and knees. However while one fucked his face, the other fucked his ass, so he ended up with cum all over his face in addition to cum on his ass.

The cock ring remained on, so Marin was a twitching mess by the time they left.

After removing the cock ring gently, Fox pulled the cloth from Marin’s throat and cupped his face. “Tell me what you want.”

Too desperate for relief to care, Marin dropped onto his back and spread his legs. “Fuck me, hard.”

“Very well.” Fox dropped to his knees between Marin’s thighs and lifted Marin’s legs over his arms. He dropped his hands to either side of Marin’s chest, bringing Marin’s legs up high, and ground deep into him.

Marin threw his arms around Fox’s neck and writhed under him, centering his sweet spot so that Fox struck it with every stroke of his cock. Climax came hard and fast, but this time, he remained awake to enjoy it. Gasping out what should have been shouts, he spilled his cum on Fox’s belly, then leaned up to kiss Fox full on the mouth.

Fox kissed him right back with teeth and tongue. Groaning directly into Marin’s mouth, he pumped his cum deep into Marin’s ass.

The night passed pretty much the same. Clean up, food, cigarette, sleep.

The next day was more of the same.

That night, his first patron fucked Marin on his back while Fox fucked his throat. The guy didn’t remove his cock ring.

His second patron of the night turned out to be yet another pair, and they removed the cock ring. This time, while one guy fucked Marin up the ass, the other lay face-up under them getting fucked by Marin. Marin got an ass-full of cum, but he was asked to pull out of the guy beneath him and cum on his cock.

The clean up, dinner and cigarette went pretty much like always, but Marin found himself wide awake only a few hours after falling asleep with a hard-on that wouldn’t die.

Fox stirred next to him. “Marin, is there a problem?”

Marin felt his face heat. “Uh, nothing I can’t take care of my…” He stopped. He couldn’t take care of it. His hands didn’t work. “Shit.”

Fox sat up among their blankets. “You’re erect?”

Marin threw his arms over his blindfolded eyes. “Yeah.”

Fox leaned away to reach for something then leaned over him, setting his hands to either side of Marin’s shoulders. “Raise your knees and spread your legs.”

Marin did as asked.

Fox settled himself between Marin’s knees and pushed into him.

Marin sighed with pleasure and closed his legs around Fox’s hips.

Fox kissed him and ground into him slow and sweet.

Marin kissed him back and rolled up to meet him. Climax came in a soft but utterly delicious wave. Gasping softly, he spilled himself on both their bellies.

After a quick clean up, they fell back asleep sharing a pillow, their legs entwined.



Marin lost track of the days that passed, as each was pretty much identical to the last.



On a night like all the others, Marin lay on his back panting on the mattress after servicing his first patron, annoyed as fuck because once again, the guy had left the fucking cock ring on.

Fox knelt at his side to wipe him clean of cum and sweat as usual. “Cross…”

Marin turned toward him in surprise. Fox hadn’t used his name once since the first time they’d met.

Fox continued his work with the warm damp towel. “You may not have been the best behaved debtor I’ve put into service, but you are certainly the most memorable.” He picked up his bowl and walked back to his corner.

Marin frowned. Where the hell did that come from? The binding around his throat prevented him from asking Fox what the fuck he was talking about right then, but he certainly intended to ask him as soon as it came off.

The scrape of wood against wood announced the arrival of the second patron. According to the bare feet padding on the wooden floor, he was alone.

The patron sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh…my.” His voice was very soft. He padded a little closer. Smooth and delicate fingers traced down Marin’s arm to his wrist. “I was, um, told that he doesn’t have use of his hands or feet.”

Marin frowned. The patron’s voice sounded very familiar, but he couldn’t place where he’d heard it before.

“This is correct.” Fox’s voice was particularly soft. “His voice has also been removed.”

The patron stilled utterly. “Is it…permanent?”

“Not at all.” Fox’s tone was mildly pleasant.

“Oh?” The patron released a soft breath. “May I ask how it was done?”

“Acupuncture needles applied in the tap meridians. Any expert could easily reproduce this effect, or remove it.”

The patron traced his fingers across Marin’s chest then down his belly. “A cock ring?”

“You may release him, at your discretion.” Fox’s voice held a distinct note of humor.

“Eh?” The patron yanked his hand away from Marin’s skin. “Me?”

Marin bit his lip to keep from laughing himself. He’s shy. It was almost adorable.

Fox chuckled softly. “You are the patron. We are here to serve your needs.” Cloth rustled close by, indicating that Fox had approached. The mattress gave under Fox’s steps. “Use this oil on your hands, on his flesh, and on the ring itself. Pull the ring slowly and carefully. Just be aware that without it, it won’t take much for him to cum.”

The patron swallowed audibly. “O-okay.” The sound of damp hands rubbing together came from the patron’s side of the mattress. Gentle fingers closed around Marin’s cock.

The slight pressure was too tempting to resist. Marin bucked up into the hands that held him.

The patron yanked his hands back.

Fox chuckled. “No need to be afraid. He’s merely eager for release.”

The patron released his breath. “O-oh. Then I better get it off him.” He closed his long fingers around Marin’s cock more firmly.

Marin writhed. The guy’s smooth hands felt so damned good.

Fox cleared his throat. “I meant that the last patron didn’t let him cum.”

The patron’s hands clenched tightly around Marin’s cock. “I, uh see.”

Marin huffed out a voiceless groan. His hands felt too good. Hurry up and get it off me, damn it!

Fox dropped to nearly a whisper. “He’s waiting for you.”

The patron sucked in a deep breath. “Okay.” He slid his oil-slick hands all the way around Marin’s cock, then slid his fingers around the ring. He took a deep breath, and pulled slowly but firmly. The ring slipped free.

Marin sighed heavily in relief, until the blood rushed into the constricted area and burned. He hissed.

“I will take that.” Fox’s voice was firm.

“Okay.” The patron took a breath. “So, um how do I get him to cum?”

Fox snorted. “Well, the quickest way would be to fuck him.”

The patron swallowed audibly. “F-fuck him?” His voice sailed into the upper registers.

Marin stilled. I know I’ve heard that that voice before!

Fox chuckled. “That’s what he’s here for. So, how would you like to fuck him, on his back, or on his hands and knees?”

“Eh…” He cleared his throat. “What would you…suggest?”

Fox hummed. “Is this your first man?”

The patron choked.

Fox snorted. “I’ll take that for a yes.” Fabric rustled toward Marin’s head. “For your first ride, I would suggest you take him on his back. He’s particularly responsive to it, and it will give you the best view.”

“But, I uh…”

Fox settled by Marin’s head. “I understand that you’ll probably cum very quickly, but I assure you, at his level of excitement he will too.”

The patron coughed. “Hey now…!”

“Now then, apply the oil to your cock as thickly as possible. He’s already been prepared and ridden once, so there’s no need to prep him yourself. I will warn you though, that your next ride will probably not only take oiling internally, but also stretching with the fingers to accommodate you comfortably.” Fox cleared his throat. “As you are not a small man.”

The patron drew in a trembling breath. “You’re sure this is the uh, best way to do this?”

Fox purred. “He will enjoy it greatly, I assure you.”

The patron sighed. “Okay.” The sound of squelching oil was soft. “Could you um…?”

“Turn my back? Of course. I’ll even retreat to my corner.” The sound of rustling fabric faded into the far corner.

The patron sighed and walked toward Marin’s feet.

Panting softly, Marin obligingly parted his legs and lifted his knees. His cock was aching for release and he didn’t care how he got it.

The patron dropped to his knees between Marin’s thighs. He took a deep breath and pressed the head of his cock against Marin’s anus. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Marin was not about to let the patron’s shyness keep him from his release. He closed his legs around the guy’s hips and tightened them.

The patron’s cock slid right into him. The patron gasped and fell over top of Marin, his hands landing to either side of Marin’s chest. “God, it’s hot!”

Marin threw his arms around his patron’s shoulders to keep him in place against his chest. He rolled his hips to get the cock within him centered on his sweet spot, then used his thighs and heels to encourage his patron to thrust into him.

The patron moaned sweetly and bucked hard.

Marin released a voiceless groan. Fox had been right. The patron was not a small man. It felt damned good. He eased the tightness of his legs to allow the patron to withdraw, then squeezed hard to drive him back in.

His patron moaned and bucked in again, harder than before.

Marin rose to meet him, just as hard.

That was apparently all the encouragement the patron needed. The man thrust hard all by himself, then again, and again, his breaths coming in soft moans and pants.

Marin met him stroke for stroke with enthusiasm. The guy was right on his sweet spot, and the way he was increasing the power with each thrust, his patron would soon have him screaming. Not that anyone would hear it.

The patron widened his knees for better leverage and slammed in hard with a grunt, then again, and again.

Marin arched his back and met him just as hard. Just a little bit more…

Grunting with each stroke, his patron thrust violently, his hips slapping loudly against Marin’s ass.

The intense electrical fire of climax bloomed within Marin and shattered outward. He clutched his patron to him, locking his arms and legs around him and arched into him, forcing the man’s cock as deep as it could go. His balls clenched deliciously and released. He shuddered hard and hot cum spilled from him, spattering both their bellies.

His patron moaned in obvious desperation. “Oh god… Oh shit…!” He stiffened and shuddered. Thick wetness spurted into Marin’s ass. He bucked a few more times in an obvious attempt to prolong the sensations.

They both collapsed panting for breath.

The man’s scent of soap and musk drifted to Marin’s nose. It was familiar too, but he simply couldn’t place it any more than he could place the voice.

The patron’s breath brushed his ear. “Forgive me.” A needle stabbed into the side of Marin’s neck and chill liquid pumped into him.

What the…? He jerked upright, but whatever was in the needle worked very fast. It knocked him right back down again. Fox!

The patron lifted himself from Marin’s body and turned away. “Can we talk, Mr. Fox?”

Marin’s body grew weighted and then he knew no more.