Home, Master

Home, Master

“You’re with Tilden tonight. Austin with me, and Luke and Mike as you wish.” Milton was standing in the bedroom, his collar open and his tie curled in his fist. He looked like any other man preparing for bed, and he had just casually ordered everyone’s sleeping arrangements. 

Tilden glanced over at Milton, his eyebrows slowing rising into his scattered hair. His mouth opened, and he looked as if he was going to speak, but he swallowed and held his tongue at the unmistakable glare from Milton. Tilden wasn’t a submissive, and despite his routine deference to Milton that had grown as their relationship had finally escaped its straightjacket, he was in all other elements more dominant. He moved with a new confidence, and Sheldon had seen him back Mike into a wall and kiss him firmly, extreme dominance for Tilden.

It was Sheldon who voiced the only complaint. “With this on?” He ran his hand over his baggy khakis that hid the cock cage that Milton had inhumanely strapped on his slave boy this morning.

“Yes, boy. And Tilden may use you as he chooses. It’s not about your pleasure.”

Sheldon bit back the sharp words. It had been easy when they were alone at the beach cottage and his flesh still bore the full signs of Milton’s handiwork. He’d found the spot that had so often eluded him, but now it was nothing but difficult and humiliating. He was the one without keys, a wallet, or any cash. He had to ask Milton for everything. He was the one who had been soundly spanked this morning as he stood with his pants around his ankles and his hands on the countertop.

“Not happy?” Milton asked as his dark eyes rested on Sheldon.

Fuck no! He wasn’t happy. His cock wanted out of this damn prison.

“You can tell me if you’re polite and respectful. I might not change anything, but you’re not in trouble for being honest.”

Polite and respectful with this damn contraption on, with everyone watching. Who was Milton kidding? “It will be a fucking fabulous time.”

Not the right answer. Milton’s beard might be more salt and pepper than black, but he still moved fast. Sheldon was jerked into the bathroom by his ear, and the door slammed by a powerful kick of Milton’s foot.

“Boy.”

Sheldon squirmed; his knees hurt on the hard tile floor. Milton had swept Sheldon’s feet out from under him and shoved him down without a word.

“Sorry. Sorry,” Sheldon babbled.

“Stand. Strip.”

Naked, the cock cage was even more obscene. Sheldon stood in front of the mirror. His cock encased in the stupid plastic. 

“Hands on the sink. Bend over. Legs apart.”

Great, another spanking. 

Milton reached over Sheldon’s head to the medicine cabinet above. Sheldon hissed as a slick finger entered his ass and then groaned as he felt cold and hard steel against his rectum. 

“I can’t do this.” They had butt plugs. Austin liked them, but Sheldon was a cock man. He couldn’t imagine a piece of steel in his ass all night.

“Shh. It’s small. I’ve used plenty of lube, and it’s not your choice anymore.” Milton reached around and pinched Sheldon’s nipple as he pushed the plug home. “Tilden can take it out if he wants to play with you, but you don’t touch it. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Master.” Sheldon could think of one hundred things he would rather have said than the obedient and proper yes master, but bent over and vulnerable he mumbled the expected answer. He blinked back the tears of frustration, anger, and humiliation.

“Sheldon, I know you’re struggling.” Milton turned Sheldon around and gently traced his thumb down his boy’s cheek, picking up the telltale wetness. “I’d rather have my bonny red-haired boy smiling and purring.”

“No one says bonny.”

“Gordon does.”

Sheldon groaned and muttered something foul under his breath.

“Careful.” Milton hooked his arm around Sheldon’s back and pulled him close. “I’m trying to get you back to that place in your head you want to be. You fight from habit. Let yourself go. Let yourself enjoy it. You’re strongly submissive. Stop fighting it. I won’t let you fail at this, but if you fight, it will be painful, instead of pleasurable.

“What if I can’t?” Sheldon leaned into Milton. He loved this spot, his head pressed against Milton’s chest, Milton’s powerful arms tight around him. “I’m no good at this. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” Milton’s voice was sure and absolute. “I saw you do it. You were exquisite, and you were happy.”

“We were alone.”

“I know, and now you feel naked and exposed and vulnerable. The brat persona was your clothing, and now it’s gone.” Milton kissed the top of Sheldon’s head and let one hand drift to Sheldon’s ass. “We both hid. I played the gentle disciplinarian who cared about homework and peas, as the ever straight forward and brutally honest Ryan would say, and you dressed up as the juvenile and often irresponsible brat. Unfortunately we both know it’s false. I’m a socially unacceptable master with all its frightening implications, and you are neither juvenile nor irresponsible. We both have to do this. So chin up and be a good boy, and I’ll square my shoulders and draw my dominant cloak around me and pretend I can beat you into the next universe without a qualm.”

“Milton.” Sheldon struggled to move away from Milton, to be able to look up into his face and his eyes.

“No, boy. It’s Master. I am what I am with all its ugliness as well as all its majesty, as you are what you are with all its beauty and sacrifice and sometimes pain. Now go try to explain some of this to Tilden. You’re with him tonight, not as punishment, but because he needs to listen and to understand.”

“I’m caged.”

“Sex is easy. Talking is hard. He won’t use you when it’s for his pleasure only. He’s not that type of man.”

“Master, you’re a devil.”

“Sometimes.” Milton patted Sheldon’s rump. “But sometimes so are you.” Milton handed Sheldon the oversized pajama top hanging on the bathroom door. “Wear this and go, boy.”

Sheldon shrugged into the shirt infused with the scent of Milton, of his master and turned to face the door. He couldn’t make his hand reach for the knob. 

“Go.” Milton swatted the exposed thigh. “One day at a time just like we did in the very beginning. I have faith in you.”