Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (7 page)

At this, Frisco turned to look at his charge. “Yes. I looked through your grades this morning and you deserve some special attention, but it’s going to have to wait until I’m back to myself. I didn’t drink last night, or the night before, but I sure feel hung over.”

Cam set two table settings as Frisco asked how Cam’s day had been for the past two days.

Frisco didn’t offer an explanation of where he’d been or what he’d been doing. He felt obligated to keep Cam from worrying if he didn’t come home when expected, but otherwise, he didn’t owe him any explanations.

“I saw the ninety-seven on your project. Good job, but why did he mark off three points?”

“Oh!” Cam said, obviously excited. “I got the highest score! And, this was one of those projects designed to showcase our talents. He posts the raw images we started with, and what we did with them. No names are associated with them online, but if someone wants to hire us to do a job, they can let the professor know, and he’ll let us know. My piece will be shown first online since it was given the highest score!”

Frisco smiled. “Congratulations! I’m pleased. There’s a reason for doing your best and not just what you can to get by, yes?”

“Yes, Frisco, and if you hadn’t pushed me I may not have worked so hard. Thank you.”

When Frisco finished breakfast he stood and told Cam, “You get to do the dishes. Pack up what you want for lunch and put the rest in the fridge for later.” He looked at the clock. “Are you pushed for time? Do you need to study before your test?”

Cam shook his head. “I studied last night while you slept. I’m all yours.”

“Come find me when you finish in here. I’m heading to the shower, not sure if I’ll still be there.”

* * * *

Frisco set the showerhead to pulse, turned around, and let it beat on his shoulders and neck.

In the past he’d tried to take on bisexual submissives — not because he intended to play with women around them, but because he didn’t want them to look down their nose at him when he dated women.

Cam was gay, not bi, but didn’t have the rank disgust so many gay men had towards getting mushy with girls. In his words, “I’m a little attracted to them until I try to kiss them or something, and then it all goes away. The idea of sex isn’t awful, but the reality just never worked.”

Frisco had been intrigued by the young man, and worked with him a few weeks to be sure it was a good fit before offering him a one-year training contract.

The contract stipulated Frisco could share him with others, but would assure his safety, wouldn’t leave him alone with anyone unless Cam had agreed to it outside of a scene, and would be sure safe sex protocols were followed.

Frisco could bring Cassie in, let her watch and even participate. But did he want to?

His brain didn’t, but his cock did.

And his curiosity.

When Cam joined him in the shower Frisco didn’t move, merely asked, “I trust you lubed before you came in?”

“Of course, Master.”

He and Cam had both been tested, and both used safe sex practices when with other people. Frisco didn’t use condoms when he fucked his slave.

Cam turned around, put his hands on the tile shower bench, arched his back, and spread his legs. Frisco turned, lined up, and pressed into his slave’s ass.

Cam grunted as he was spread, and Frisco groaned in bliss.

“I’m going to hurt you this morning, but I need to do this first.”

“Whatever you need, Master.”

Frisco grabbed his slave’s hips and thrust harder, “Damn straight, whatever I
fucking
need.”

He fucked him for a while, realized he didn’t want to come yet, and shut the water off.

“Go to the playroom and stand over the drain. Don’t dry off. I’ll be down in a minute.”

* * * *

There were three ways into the playroom, one of which was a circular staircase accessed through Frisco’s walk-in closet.

Cam walked down the steps with the knowledge of how much more impact play hurt on wet skin than dry.

His ass felt thoroughly fucked, his cock was as hard as the jailbird allowed, and he wasn’t guaranteed an orgasm any time they played. His grades had been good, so there was a decent chance he’d get one, but it wasn’t a sure thing.

Frisco’s dungeon wasn’t fancy. Unpainted cinder block walls, concrete floor slightly angled to the floor drain, and equipment mostly made from steel pipes.

Three pulley mechanisms hung from the ceiling — all with loud, noisy chains. A large washroom sink and a hose faucet were on one side of the room. Frisco didn’t hesitate to use the hose sprayer to clean up — whether it was spunk on the floor, slave puke after being gagged, or an unruly submissive who needed to be punished with icy cold water. The sprayer on the hose dialed from a spring shower to a narrow stream that Cam was certain could be used as a pressure washer. He’d had his balls nailed with it more than once and it wasn’t fun.

The floggers, whips, paddles, and other assorted tools were stored on the same wall to help assure they didn’t get hosed down as well.

Frisco’s playroom wasn’t huge, but it was efficient, and utilitarian, and
scary
.

Cam stood over the drain, laced his fingers behind his head, spread his legs, settled into good posture, and waited.

In the evening he might be here five minutes or two hours. In the morning? Probably not long. Especially since he was going to have to deal with impact play on wet skin.

Sure enough, Frisco looked as if he’d only taken the time to towel dry his hair and dry his body when he came down the steps. He had his keys in his hand, and Cam hoped it meant his cock was about to see some freedom. He hadn’t orgasmed in four days, and the cock cage not only kept him from getting fully erect, it made it painful to try.

“Who owns your cock?”

“You do, Master.”

“And your orgasms?”

“Aren’t to be taken for granted. You decide when I feel pleasure or pain.”

Frisco nodded. “I’m proud of you for the ninety-seven. I can’t give you a reward session this morning, so I’ll let you know ahead of time I intend to allow an orgasm at the end.”

Cam was floored; Frisco never let him know ahead of time. Sometimes he was held on the edge for-fucking-ever and then wasn’t allowed, and if he couldn’t go soft in a few minutes, was iced until it would fit in the cage. To know throughout the scene he would be allowed release was truly a gift, and his cock pulsed in its stainless steel cage at the thought.

“Thank you, Master.”

Frisco walked to the wall and worked the pulleys to let the bar at the ceiling down. The chains were loud, and Cam’s cock fruitlessly tried to swell to life again.

Wrist cuffs dangled from the ends of the spreader bar, and Frisco fastened them with efficiency. He worked the pulley until Cam nearly had to stand on tiptoe, and locked it in place.

He leaned down, unlocked the jailbird, and removed it. He gave Cam’s cock a cursory inspection before standing to fondle his own cock a few seconds as he watched Cam’s fill until it stood proud.

He looked at it a few more seconds, considering, and finally said, “I’m going to help keep you out of trouble.”

Oh, thank goodness. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Master.”

His Master walked to the side of the room, gathered a leather cock ring, and wrapped it around his slave’s cock and testicles. The damned thing made Cam’s package feel like a fucking pretzel, but would help keep him from coming before given permission.

Frisco cupped Cam’s cheek and then stroked down his neck, over and down his pecs, through the valley of his ab muscles, and around his Adonis belt.

“Take comfort in the knowledge this isn’t likely to last longer than ten or twenty minutes. When I’m finished I’ll make sure you can free yourself before I go to the workout room. When you’ve cleaned up in here, come find me so I can check you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Frisco started with the tawse. There wasn’t a warm-up, but the strikes intensified over time so he hadn’t started all-out. When Cam could barely stand and was practically hanging from the suspension cuffs, his Master switched to the Loopy Johnny.

Few implements made Cam scream, but this one was practically a guarantee, and today he didn’t disappoint. From the first strike he was screaming, shrieking, and begging for it to stop.

When Frisco finally threw the horrible implement on the ground, he lifted Cam by his hips, ordered him to spread his legs and lift his knees, and Cam’s ass was pressed onto his Master’s cock.

Frisco groaned as Cam gasped for air, and within seconds his Master was fucking his ass in a visceral frenzy of lust, violence, testosterone, and raw male power.

Somehow, his Master managed to release the cock ring and give permission in plenty of time for Cam to enjoy his full release before Frisco stopped fucking and emptied deep inside of him.

Frisco took mere seconds to release Cam’s right hand and walk out of the room. Cam sighed, released his left, gathered everything used on him, put it away, and sat on the grey metal, utilitarian, ugly-assed stool for a few minutes before going to find his Master.

* * * *

Frisco was doing katas in the workout room, trying to find his focus and figure out what to do, when Cam entered.

He motioned his boy towards the ballet bar he’d installed a few weeks after Cam moved in. Just as he’d been trained, Cam walked to it and leaned forward, presenting his back and ass for inspection.

Frisco looked over the forming bruises and ugly welts, and then opened the boy’s ass cheeks and looked at his hole.

“Turn.”

Cam turned and leaned against the bar, his hands on it at his back. Frisco checked his balls and cock, and quickly eyeballed him from feet to face. 

“We need another shower.”

“Yes, Master.”

Frisco didn’t have it in him to send the boy away. There was no telling what kind of Master Cam would find, and he needed to get used to sometimes being sent away after a scene, but the boy hadn’t had much attention in days, and Frisco had been hard on him.

“Come on, then.”

Chapter Nine

Frisco was short-tempered at work, and finally went to his office to handle paperwork. He could hear himself being impatient and it wasn’t the atmosphere he wanted in his restaurant. If he was rude to the employees they were more likely to be rude to customers. He’d worked hard to create a great work environment with happy employees and low turnover, and he didn’t want to blow it in one day of bad temper.

Cassie texted him late in the day with, “Can we talk before class tonight?”

He was relieved, as he hadn’t been sure about how to approach her. He called her back instead of texting, and when she answered he said, “What’s on your mind?”

“Ummm, well, I wasn’t sure about class tonight, and I called Sam and asked her, and she said I should talk to you.”

He made a point of keeping his voice light, pleasant, and conversational. “What are you not sure of?”

“I don’t want to have to talk to the rest of the class about…” She paused and started again. “I don’t even know what happened between us. I can’t talk to someone else about it until I figure it out.”

“So, you want to go to class and act as if nothing happened?” Damn, he sounded defensive and hadn’t meant to. She didn’t respond and he added, “Sorry, not sure that came out right. If you want to hold off on letting our friends know, I’m on-board with the plan.”

She sighed in relief and asked, “Are we going to see each other again?”

Frisco twirled the pen around his fingers as he considered her question. He’d neglected Cam two nights in a row, and the boy needed the structure and rules he provided. They had a contract, and Frisco’s part of the agreement said he was preparing Cam for daily service to an eventual Owner or Master. It was okay to go a few days without paying attention to him occasionally, but he shouldn’t disappear again.

On the other hand, some macabre part of his psyche wanted to see what would happen if he brought a willing female into a scene.

“Frisco?” she asked, and he realized he needed to answer her question.

“Sorry, was just thinking logistics. Do you want to come to the house after class? We should have an hour or so to talk before Cam comes home, and there are a few things you need to understand about our relationship before you see us together.”

“I saw you together at Sam’s bachelorette party.”

“No, you saw us dancing and having fun. Real life is a lot different.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll follow you back to your house.”

“Are you caught up on your sleep?” he asked, smiling.

“I think so, but I’m not up to pulling another all-nighter. I need to go to work tomorrow.”