Mike's Saga 15

Mike's Saga 15

Austin studied Milton's face through lowered lashes. He wasn't Sheldon who could read Milton in the dark with half a glance, but to Austin, Milton didn't look angry. He wasn't sure how he looked. His eyes were very dark behind his glasses, unfathomable pools of blackness. His beard hid his mouth, and the shadows of evening accented the creases in his brow and the lines around his eyes.

"Am I in trouble?"

"You should be." Milton's big hand wrapped around Austin's neck. "Technically Sheldon and Landon intervened in time, but I'm happy to add some color if you desire. I'm not going to turn down a beautiful boy."

"Milton!"

"It's not wrong to want a little for yourself, and you've lived here long enough to know what it's really about. You can ask with words as well as with actions."

Austin swallowed and studied the familiar floor with its wide pine and the long and worn scratch near the door. He was enough of a realist to know he'd wanted Milton's attention, but he didn't want a scorched ass. Sometimes it was nice, the warmth in his flesh, the feel of Milton's handprints, the time in his arms, but an angry or disappointed Milton wasn't pleasant. Austin would still have the handprints or the stripes of the belt, but he'd see the anger or exasperation flash in Milton's eye and then be suppressed. Perhaps Tilden was the better choice for the occasional colossal idiocy. He was difficult to anger, but he could look sad, and he made Austin feel small and guilty. Milton hit far harder, but the guilt lifted from Austin's shoulders, driven away by the fire in his ass.

"Hard, I know," Milton said with a sympathy that bulldozed all other feeling from Austin's mind. "I'll keep asking, but you'll tell me when you're ready." Milton kissed the top of Austin's head. "Do you want to go out, or did you merely want my attention?"

"Both," Austin mumbled, feeling a blush hot on his neck.

"Right," Milton said with a hearty cheerfulness that sent sparks of anticipation racing through Austin's body. His stomach churned, and blood dropped inappropriately to his groin. "Strip, boy," Milton said, already moving toward the closet.

Austin pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and wrestled his tight pants over his hips. He hadn't been wearing underwear, and he shivered in the cold. Austin shifted from foot to foot and longed to cover himself. Silly, he knew, but alone and bare in the center of the room was different than with the easy camaraderie of the nighttime ritual.

"Don't fidget, boy."

How had Milton known? His head was buried in the closet. He didn't have rear facing vision or any other superpowers. He was an ordinary college professor, only he wasn't. He was Austin's dominant. Austin wanted to please Milton. He wanted to see that small, private smile and feel Milton's fingers brush down his face.

"Good boy." Milton was smiling; maybe not the smile that sent a thrill of pleasure through Austin, but it wasn't exactly sinister either. "Dress, boy." Milton dropped a pile of clothes on the bed and laid a pair of shiny black boots on the floor.

Austin pulled the black Henley over his head. Tiny white briefs sat on the faded jeans. Austin glanced at Milton, the question unasked on his lips. He wore boxers usually, too big and in loud plaids.

"You had nothing before."

Austin thought about complaining, a flash of idiocy before his brain kicked in. His ass was still comfortable and only the slightest of pink; he wanted it to stay that way. The briefs were tight, squishing him in ways that weren't entirely comfortable. The jeans were worn and almost thin in strategic places. Austin fingered the small hole in his knee and stroked the soft cotton. He pulled on the thick gray socks and slid his feet into the boots. He bent to tie the laces.

"I will." Milton pushed Austin to a sitting position on the bed and knelt at his boy's feet. He carefully threaded the laces, tightening each as he laced higher, up and over Austin's ankles. The final bow was small and tucked securely inside the laces. "Stand."

Austin's feet felt heavy inside their black coffins. He flexed his ankles and rolled up on his toes.

"Your belt."

The leather was thick and soft; it barely threaded through the loops. Austin cinched it around his hips, the large buckle of a green mountain accenting his slight frame.

"For tonight only. Kneel for me."

Austin stared up at the slim cord of braided leather. A charm of a snow capped mountain hung in the middle. It was a collar, his very own collar. The leather branded his neck. Austin couldn't hold position; he had to touch the leather. It was warm and soft in his fingers.

"Only for tonight, cub. I won't have my boy out alone, looking unclaimed."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

Milton pulled Austin to his feet and kissed him thoroughly. The world stopped when Milton kissed. For Austin, there was nothing but his dominant's possession. He let himself float, wishing it would never end.

"Be sensible, boy and have a good time."

Austin fingered his collar and stared at his reflection in the mirror on the closet door. The jeans were stretched tight over his ass. The boots gleamed in the light of the lamp. His shirt clung across his flat abdomen, and the collar was unmistakable.

"My beautiful boy."

"I can...like this."

"My choice." Milton smiled his perfect smile. "You're young, you deserve to have fun, and you deserve to enjoy your beauty. You are clearly marked. Go enjoy yourself."

"Come," Austin said softly, reaching toward Milton.

"No, I intimidate your friends. You deserve to be young without the college professor at your heels. Be good and have fun. Now go."

"No drinking?" For some reason Austin couldn't help but ask the question. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it again.

"You know the answer, boy. Don't tempt fate."

"Yes, sir. I'll be good and thank you."

"Go," Milton said with a wave of his hand "Have fun."