On Your Knees, Prospect (Kings of Hell MC 3)

“Are you comfortable, boy?” he asked after minutes of complete silence.

“Yes, sir,” Jake answered in an instant, but after over twenty minutes, the kneeling position must be taking a toll on him.

“What did I tell you? Every question I ask is to be answered truthfully.”

“Yes, sir,” Jake said with less vigor. “I… I’m stiff, sir. But I can take it.”

“Why?” Vars already knew the answer but still wanted to hear it from Jake’s mouth.

“Because it was your order, sir.”

In the quiet room Jake’s breath became louder and it was as pleasurable as listening to the most elaborate of symphonies.

Vars’s own exhale felt hot on his lips. “So it was. All that young flesh, red, like an apple that’s just waiting to be picked. It will be sweet, juicy flesh once I bite in.”

“Do I please you, sir?” Jake sounded so needy Vars’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was time to have him crawl out of the cage.

“Come here. Carefully. I don’t want you to hurt your knees,” he said, spreading his legs and sliding lower down the backrest so that his pants would cling to his dick.

Jake’s head snapped up, and he rolled it from side to side, most likely getting rid of an ache he’d been suffering through. Vars didn’t have to wait long for the boy to crawl out of the cage, and watching the process was ambrosia to Vars. With the cage being quite low, Jake couldn’t simply stretch and turn around. Instead, the process involved the kind of slow backing away that sent the boy’s dick and balls swinging and his buttocks shifting until he was all the way out and could lift his head. He approached Vars on his hands and knees, his blue eyes glistening and full of attention. To think that all this beauty was now his, made a smile tug at the corner of Vars’s lips.

Every movement Jake made showed off how his lean muscles worked under the skin. The boy was young but so nicely toned Vars could hardly believe his luck. The few tattoos on Jake’s skin spoke of the life he led as a biker, yet here he was, kneeling in front of Vars and awaiting orders.

Like a good boy, he stopped in front of the two steps to the platform that housed the throne and looked up, adorable like a puppy with all the devotion in the world reflecting in his blue eyes.

“You do please me, boy.”

The bright smile that erupted on Jake’s face made Vars want to pet his head. Red stripes adorned Jake’s chest and back after the flogging, and yet here he was, grinning like it was he who just got an early Christmas gift.

Barely keeping his voice from trembling, Vars spoke, “I want you to do something for me. A job I take very seriously.”

“Yes, sir.” Jake nodded, and seriousness was back on his face in a snap. He was so eager, so engaged. Vars had no doubt his mind was now clear and one-tracked, focused on pleasing his master only.

Vars would make him the perfect bootblack, but not today. Today he wanted a simpler gesture of submission skirting around the edges of taking care of Vars’s leathers, which he’d teach to Jake soon enough. All he needed now was that pretty face.

“Pick up my leg. I want you to lick clean the soles.”

For a moment, Jake just stared up at Vars. He eventually came closer but hesitation was still there. It was beautiful twice over exactly because Jake wasn’t sure about the order but was still willing to serve Vars this way.

Jake climbed the two steps, looking between the boot and Vars, his gaze stopping at Vars’s dick that bit longer. His chest moved up and down faster, but then he pulled Vars’s foot up and, with his breath ragged, licked the grooved sole from the heel to the toe. Vars didn’t miss the way Jake’s cock twitched between his legs, helplessly waiting for a single touch.

Jake’s eyes shut, and he gasped, holding Vars’s leg tightly around the ankle as he savored the clean rubber.

“I don’t want a bit untouched,” Vars said, but the wave of lust that flooded him the moment Jake made a short, helpless sound at the back of his throat had him adjusting his entrapped dick.

“Yes, sir,” Jake murmured into the sole, and it sounded half-lucid, as if there was nothing he wanted more than to serve Vars with his tongue.

Inch by inch, he licked each groove, holding Vars’s foot steady. Watching Jake’s dedication, Vars already knew he’d add the nipple clamps next time, just to make it that bit more challenging for his boy. After all, there was still so much for him to learn.

Vars then had Jake repeat the process with the other sole, and the combination of praise and the sheer servitude made Jake just as excited as Vars hoped it would. The boy had lived for serving others since he first arrived at the clubhouse, and doing this kind of job for his dominant, on his knees, with his own spit and tongue, seemed to have pushed Jake’s arousal to a new level. His dick, still left untouched between Jake’s thighs, was weeping precum that Vars had Jake clean from the step in the middle of the spitshine.