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When they reached the bedroom, Craig stopped in the middle of the room, near the foot of the king-sized bed. Roy noticed the elaborate carved headboard at once. It looked like something from old Europe, craftsmanship and exquisite care lavished on elegant dark wood. A second look revealed the hooks and rings cleverly embedded in the design of twining vines and leaves. It was a bed made for seduction, for bondage and discipline as well. A shiver of pure excitement flashed though him.
Craig turned around one time. When he again faced Roy, his face was set in a stern, somber expression. "You're under arrest, boy. I don't bother with strip searches. Get out of your clothes."
Roy hurried to comply with the order. He peeled off his black T-shirt, emblazoned with a vivid sunset behind a dark bottle of Tecate. Loosening his belt, he lowered the zipper on his jeans and let them slide down his legs. He kicked off his athletic shoes as he stepped free of the jeans. That left him only in his dark green briefs. He glanced at Craig.
The other man stood with his arms folded across his chest, his face inscrutable. His posture told the whole tale. He would give no mercy, would not weaken or give in.
Good, that's what I've been wanting, needing. Frank could never do it, not even when I asked.
Roy rolled down the briefs, sliding them past his growing erection, and let them drop to his feet.
"Hands behind your back."
Roy complied, turning to put his back to Craig. The metal cuffs were cold and implacable on his wrists. He felt the faint strain on his shoulders and arched his back a bit to ease it. Craig circled to stand in front of him. Fisting a hand in Roy'shair, he tipped his head back. Then he covered Roy's lips with a savage kiss. Bruising, just short of brutal, Craig's mouth crushed Roy's lips against his teeth.
"Open." Craig growled the word in a tone that made Sam back away from the doorway where he'd stood, watching the two men with a puzzled expression. Roy complied, giving Craig complete access to his mouth. The fierce thrusts of Craig's tongue made Roy tremble. A tumble of erotic images swept through his mind. This is going to be so damned good.
After a moment, Craig noticed Sam. "I need to crate him for the night," he said. "Don't go away."
Sam's crate was in the second bedroom, right across the hall, a room that was in effect the dog's own. Roy watched the whole brief ceremony, touched that, even while caught up in passion, Craig took care of his canine partner.
The crate was large and comfortable, a secure haven where Sam obviously felt safe and at ease. At the command, he went in, turned around once and lay down. Craig shut the crate door, made sure the water bowl was full and that a couple of Sam's toys were there where he could reach them. Then he turned back to Roy, a lupine smile on his face. Craig shut the door when he left Sam's room.
Craig paused in the doorway of his room, sweeping his gaze over Roy from head to feet. He nodded at last. Then he began to undress, scattering his clothes on the floor. From the tidiness of the room, Roy knew this was a change from his common habit. That puzzled him, but only for a minute.
With a sweep of his hand, Craig indicated the mess. "Pick them up. Put them in the basket."
With a jerk of his head, he indicated the wicker basket just inside the half-opened closet door.
It was awkward to pick things up with your hands locked behind your back, but Roy managed to comply. He would crouch and twist, capture a garment in one hand and then carry it to the basket. When he was done, he turned to await further orders. Now Craig was also nude and Roy couldn't take his gaze off the other man. Dressed he was gorgeous, but naked and aroused, he was magnificent.
Craig's cock stood erect, thrusting out of the golden tangle of hair in his crotch. Almost maroon with darkening blood, it made Roy think of a mahogany night stick. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on the tip, shining like a diamond in the glare of the overhead light. Roy ran his tongue across his lips. He could just taste that cock, the sharp, salty flavor of man and sex. It was all he could do not to blurt his eagerness, but he sensed that the roles they were playing forbade him to take the initiative. He waited for Craig to make the next move.
With a jerk of his head and a gesture, Craig sent Roy to the foot of the bed. "On your knees."
Roy hastened to obey, almost losing his balance in his haste to get down. Keenly aware of the vulnerability of his position, Roy rested his forehead on the smooth, cool fabric of the bedspread. Every nerve was drawn taut with expectation. He was ready and eager to be used however Craig chose to. I just hope he doesn't back off at the last minute.
Roy should have been ready, but the sting and crack of a hard hand striking his buttocks caught him by surprise. He gave an involuntary gasp, almost a whimper. His cock jumped in response to the burn. Yes, oh, God, yes. Hurts so good...
"How are you at sucking cock? Do you give a good BJ?"
Roy nodded. "I ... I think so. I try to.."
"Well, we'll see. If you give a really good blow job, maybe you'll earn a reward."
Craig pushed him back enough to slide between him and the bed, and settled on the edge, legs extended on either side of Roy. That put his powerful dick right in Roy's face, right where he wanted it, where they both wanted it.
"What's your word?"
The sharp question took Roy by surprise. His head jerked up as he looked up at Craig's stony face. "Word?"
"Your safe word ... the one to say if something gets to be too much."
"Oh, yeah. Daniel, I guess. That was my stepfather's name. I hated his guts. It's not anything I'd say normally."
Craig nodded. "All right. Get busy sucking."