An Unexpected Win (3 page)

Hawk swallowed to keep the drool from oozing out of his mouth. “You’re beautiful, Shelby. I’m not going to touch you tonight, but I am very interested in you. When you’re ready, I hope you’ll come to me. For now, just settle in and get some rest. I assure you, you’re totally safe here.”

“Safe. Thank you, Sir,” the slave mumbled. He slipped under the covers and curled up in the fetal
position, his back to Hawk.

Hawk sighed and closed his eyes.

* * * *

He woke sometime later to warm kisses, pressed against the flesh of his stomach. Hawk rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock.
Three a.m.
Shelby was awake, and had slipped under the covers to arouse him. The most exciting part was that the sub had come to him of his own volition.

A thrill ran down his spine, settling in his burgeoning cock. That was exactly what he’d hoped for, but he hadn’t expected it to happen nearly so fast. He ran a hand through the sub’s hair and gasped as the man nipped at him. “Easy now!”

Mouth on one of his nipples, Shelby glanced up at him. “Are you sure you want it easy? You seem like a man who might like it a bit rough.”

Hawk’s cock twitched. “Be careful what you wish for, handsome. I can definitely do rough.”

“Not this time, if it pleases you, Sir. This first time I’d like to explore your body, and see what makes you tick. If you don’t enjoy it, you can have your way with me next time.” He flicked his tongue over Hawk’s reddened nipple.

“Cheeky talk from a slave who sleeps in a cage.”

Shelby switched sides, licking and sucking the second nipple to a peak. “You’ve been so kind to me, Sir. I wanted to repay you for not punishing my insolence.”

“You weren’t insolent, you goofball, just nervous, and unsure. I don’t blame you in unfamiliar surroundings, with a new Master you don’t know.”

“I’m feeling more at ease, Sir.”

“I’m glad.”

Shelby’s trail of warm kisses moved lower.

“I’m
very
glad.”

“May I continue, Sir?”

“Please do.” Throwing the covers aside so he could watch, he raised his hips as the sub settled between his legs. His large cock sprang up, already erect.

Shelby’s eyes widened.

Hawk grinned. He loved when someone saw his cock for the first time. A good ten inches long, his girth was the size of a slender man’s wrist.
Shelby’s wrist.

The sub was making that correlation now, gaze going from his own arm to his new Master’s fully aroused shaft. “Holy shit, Sir,” Shelby muttered.

He laughed and reached down to stroke himself, pulling the shaft to and fro. “You like? I don’t get many complaints.”

“I’ve never seen anyone that huge, Sir. Oh my God!”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I even had a producer tell me the same thing. He fucked me then he put me in the movies. Chicken-shit wouldn’t let
me fuck him
. He filmed me doing it enough times, though. We made twenty-seven adult films together. Put some nice coin in my pocket before I got out of the business.”

“Adult films?” Shelby blinked, still seeming to be shocked.

“That’s right. We were safe, though. I’ve had a recent clean blood test, as I’m sure you have, correct?”

“Of course, Sir.”

“We even used condoms for blow jobs. I’m not that fanatical about it, but we will use rubbers for fucking.”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” Shelby’s voice sounded breathy.

He laughed. “You haven’t told me, Shelby. Do you like my cock?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” He barely choked the words out.

“I’d like to feel you suck it. Take your time, see how much you can get down your throat. We’ll save fucking for another time.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The sub sounded relieved this time.

Hawk laughed again, then gasped when the man latched onto his cockhead. Glorious pink lips played over just the tip, his tongue delving into the slit time and again.

“Nice.” He reached down to pat the slave’s head. “You’re obviously well trained in giving head. A useful talent.”

Shelby didn’t reply, just worked his way down the cock, allowing as much as possible in his mouth.

Hawk felt the tip nudge the back of the sub’s throat, and thought he might come on the spot. Closing his eyes to block out the gorgeous man devouring him, he squeezed his ass cheeks together and forced himself not to come yet.

The feeling passed. Learning how to hold back an impending orgasm was another useful talent. The skill had served him well in his film career and his early years as a fledgling submissive.

“Mmm,” Shelby murmured, reaching beneath to caress Hawk’s ball sac.

“Ooh, playing with the balls, that’s dirty pool, slave. You’re going to make me come hard, aren’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded, sucking vigorously.

Heady sensations wafted over him. The sexy stud milked him powerfully, his playful fingers teasing Hawk’s tightening ball sac. Release was forthcoming. He could pinch it off and prolong the pleasure, or—
What the fuck?
Let it go.
It’d been a long night. He was ready to explode.

“Suck me hard and I’ll come,” he instructed. “Gonna shoot straight down your throat.”

Shelby nodded encouragement.

He let go. Waves of pleasure soared through him as his cum released in spurts down the submissive’s throat.

Shelby had closed his eyes but his ministrations hadn’t ceased. He seemed to be savoring every drop, as much as Hawk savored the delightful feelings washing over him. When he was sated, he had to push the hungry mouth away.

The obedient slave seemed almost disappointed to stop.

“That was fucking incredible,” Hawk panted. “Thank you.”

Shelby bowed his head. “No, Master.
Thank you
.”

“I’d say you’ve earned an orgasm of your own, pretty boy. How would you like to climb up here and straddle me? Feed me your cock and I’ll see if I can make you half as happy as you just made me.”

“You’re too kind, Master.” Shelby did as directed, kneeling on either side of Hawk’s head.

Hawk drew his hair back and out of the way, then stopped to admire the long, thin shaft before him. “This is nice.” He blew on the tip. “I’d like to feel this in my ass one day soon.”

“Yes, Master.” Shelby’s tone was aroused.

“Mmm, you like that idea, don’t you? Some men don’t fuck, but I’ve never understood that. I love a nice, hard reaming, both giving and receiving.” He licked his index finger and, as his tongue went back to the sub’s cock, inserted the digit into the tight rosebud behind.

“Me too, Master. Aw, God, me too!”

The finger slid in easily, so Hawk added another. By the time Shelby’s balls had drawn up, ready for release, he had four fingers knuckle deep in the man’s anus. Hawk was thrilled, his cock firming up again.
This one will have no trouble accepting my girth. He’s the perfect ass slut.

Shelby shattered and emptied his load into Hawk’s mouth. He didn’t swallow it all, choosing to save some to share with his slave in a creamy kiss. He drew his fingers out and moved the slave lower so they were face to face for the loaded exchange.

Hawk’s shaft was aching and painful again. As his tongue stabbed the beautiful pink mouth, he jacked himself off, shooting another thick wad of cum over both of them and making the slick satin sheets even slicker. “See what you do to me?” He held his hand up for Shelby to lick the spunk. “Two loads of cum in less than fifteen minutes. Damn, I’d say you’re just about perfect, you sweet submissive.”

“It’s only because of you, Master. You’re the perfect one.”

Hawk kissed him again, his thoughts still reeling after the exquisite blow job. Shelby had gone from calling him ‘Sir’ to ‘Master’.
Could he ever think of me as his true Master?
The mere thought had his cock firming yet again. He’d have a lot of brainwashing bullshit to undo, but the kid had obvious potential, and Hawk thought it might actually be worth the time investment.

He’d start tomorrow, with a visit to the worst Master he could ever imagine, the prick formerly known as Carter Perry. Maybe if the asshole thought of ‘trey’ as property and not a person, he could be persuaded into making their arrangement more permanent. The idea sent all kinds of shivers down Hawk’s spine, and tingles of arousal to his rapidly rising cock.

Shelby glanced down with surprise, then looked into his eyes and smiled. “Again, Master? Wow. Impressive. I think I might like it here.”

Hawk laughed.
Exactly what I had in mind!

Chapter Two

When Hawk woke the next morning, his bed was empty. He rose and used the bathroom before wrapping up in a satin robe and sauntering to the kitchen.

Shelby was standing behind the stove, nude, flipping pancakes.

“Ooh, dangerous to cook in the buff. A man could burn himself.” He moved behind the sub and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing his cock. “Some things are better not burned.”

The slave didn’t look at him. “I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to dress, Master. And I do only have the one outfit.”

“Of course you’re allowed. Are you telling me you can’t dress at home without permission?”

He bobbed his head, intently staring at the pancakes.

“Do you hold a job, Shelby? How does that work? Are you able to make decisions during the day?”

“I work for my Master, Sir.”

Hawk chuckled. “Of course you do, so you never have to leave the house, is that it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet.”

“Would you like eggs with your pancakes, Sir?”

Hawk didn’t have much of an appetite. “No thank you.” He saw the table set for one, and a second plate on the floor. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

The slave didn’t answer, just served his Dom then knelt on the floor to eat his own meal with no utensils, like a dog.

“You don’t have to do that here.”

He didn’t reply, just kept eating, snuffling, licking his plate.

Hawk could hardly finish. He ate some, then took his cup of coffee to the bedroom. “I’ll get dressed. After you clean up, I wish you’d do the same.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Disgusted, he showered and dressed, then braided his hair into a long ponytail. He usually let Kel do it, but couldn’t bring himself to ask the whipped pup in the other room.

His cell phone rang a familiar tune and Hawk answered it. “Hello, baby.”

“Morning, Hawk,” Kel replied. “Perry is up and alert. He remembers losing his sub for the week, and he’s cool with it. Cool enough, anyway. I sort of, um, took the edge off. Problem now is I don’t have a car. Want me to grab a cab?”

Hawk thought about it. “No, I’ll come get you. Shelby doesn’t have clothes so we’ll need to see if His Highness will allow him to pack a few things.”

“Shelby? I thought his slave’s name was trey.”

“That’s what he calls him—trey—one card above the deuce, which is also, as you know, slang for shit. Which is exactly how he treats his slave—one notch above shit.”

“They practice TPE? That’s whacked, man. I couldn’t handle that.”

“I wouldn’t
want
someone who could handle it. I like a little spark in my man, not a rubber doormat. But he’s eye candy, and he’s got a nice mouth. I think we can have some fun with him this week, if we can get used to him eating like a dog on the floor.”

Kel laughed. “Fuck that, man! You better
never
get any ideas like that.”

“I might, you never know. No promises.”

“Yeah. Get your ass over here and pick me up.”

“On my way, lover.” Hawk ended the call and returned to the kitchen. The room was clean and Shelby had dressed, and was now kneeling in the corner. “Get up, pup! We’re going for a ride.”

The sub crawled to the table and fetched his collar and leash with his mouth. He turned to his Dom.

Hawk roared with laughter and walked past the fool. “Drop it, Fido. Get up and walk. Now.” He got in his truck and waited patiently as Shelby climbed in the other side. The sub didn’t ask where they were going, and he didn’t offer. But as he pulled out onto the highway, he realized he didn’t know where Perry lived. “What’s your address, Shelby?” he finally asked.

The slave perked up. “Are you taking me home, Sir?”

He cleared his throat. “What’s the address?”

Shelby told him, and Hawk drove. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of the extravagant house and looked at the sub. “This it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let’s go. Pack a bag—enough for six more nights. That was the deal.”

His face fell. “Yes, Sir.”

Irritation welled in Hawk’s gut, and for a moment he thought about leaving the nutjob there. A flashback to the previous night changed his mind. He wanted more time with Shelby. He wasn’t sure if he could stand the sub’s meek behavior, yet the idea of gagging him held great appeal. He chuckled as he exited the truck. “Well, come on.”
Damn! The kid had to be told everything!

As they approached the front door, it opened and Kel greeted them. “Morning, handsome.”

Hawk smiled at his hunky, outspoken partner. They were equals in every way, only Master and slave when they both agreed to role-play. He couldn’t imagine it any other way. “Good morning, babe. How’d you sleep?” He slid an arm around his man’s waist and pressed a kiss to his full lips.

Kel grinned. “I’ve done worse. You?”

Hawk shrugged and said softly, “As I mentioned, the kid has potential. He also has papers and a food bowl.”

“Fuck!” Kel shook his head. “Come in. Perry’s expecting you.” He led them into the house.

Hawk looked around as they passed through the foyer. Slightly more pretentious than he’d prefer, but it was a nice and obviously very expensive home.

In what could only be considered a breakfast nook, Carter sat sipping a cup of coffee. He glanced at Hawk warily.

“Perry,” Hawk acknowledged. “Your sub needs some clothes and things for the week. Is he allowed to go get them?”

Carter stood. “Of course.” He moved around Hawk and went to Shelby. “Are you okay? Is he treating you all right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Shelby nodded, and allowed Carter to cuddle him a moment.