A Turn of the Screwed by Tymber Dalton

to his feet as Keith said good-bye and headed toward the stairs closest to his room.
    When they emerged from the stairwell, they passed the redheaded guy again. This time, he wore a pair of tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a collar and leather cuffs, as he followed an older bear down the corridor.
    Scott barely hesitated, just taking up the slack in the leash before apparently remembering he was hooded and unrecognizable.
    Keith stopped and turned to him, smiling. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Just trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Grabbing the leash up close to the collar, Keith led him toward the room.

Chapter Six

    Keith liked that Scott awaited his orders once the door was closed behind them. Keith sat on the end of the bed and held up his right foot.
    “Get them off me.”
    Scott dropped to his knees and started unlacing them. Once he was back to his bare feet, Keith tugged on the leash, pulling Scott’s head into his lap, between his legs. This was one of the things he loved, the physicality, the closeness, the intimacy. Not just the sex, which was great, duh, but the power exchange.
    He pressed Scott’s face against the front of his shorts, where his cock strained against the leather. “Run your lips over it, boy.”
    Scott did, doing the best he could through the hood’s mouth opening and through the leather of Keith’s shorts. Keith couldn’t wait until they could have sex without condoms.
    He’d love to spend an afternoon with Scott on his knees, hands cuffed behind him, a vibrating butt plug in his ass, and his cock in Scott’s mouth.
    Holding Scott’s head, he tried to rein in his heart. This was soon, too damn soon to be thinking about anything beyond this weekend. He might wake up to find the guy gone, that he had flaked out.
    Or in the light of day he could be a giant douchenozzle.
    He hoped not. He’d met plenty of douchenozzles in his time, and Scott had a quiet way about him that bespoke a natural submissiveness, a servitude that most people probably never saw, never suspected.
    After a few minutes of that, he unclipped the leash, and Scott’s wrists, then patted the top of his head. “Strip down. Let’s grab a quick shower before we get to the fun.”
    Under the warm spray, he grabbed Scott and pulled him into his arms. He was a perfect couple of inches shorter than him, a decent body to go with the nice ass, and eager.
    He handed him the soap and washcloth and turned. “Scrub me down good, boy. Top to bottom.”
    Keith closed his eyes as Scott’s hands roamed his flesh, tentative at first, then growing more confident.
    Yes, this was a man he could easily come to love, he suspected.
    He turned so Scott could wash his front, his gaze locking on the man’s blue eyes, waiting for him to look up into his eyes.
    When Scott did, it felt like electricity shooting through Keith. If his cock hadn’t already been hard, it would have jolted him to life.
    Keith grabbed him, kissing him hard, grabbing Scott’s cock and slowly stroking, enjoying the way Scott moaned into his mouth.
    “Gonna fuck you real good, boy,” Keith whispered into his mouth. “Gonna show you what you’ve been missing, what you’ve been needing. Not just that, but everything. Gonna show you what it feels like to be owned, train you how to be my good boy. You like the sound of that?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He reached farther down, cupping Scott’s balls in his hand, gently squeezing, working a finger up past his taint and making him moan again as he pressed on the base of the butt plug still embedded there.
    “Yeah, I’ve got your number now, don’t I? Don’t worry. Sir’s gonna make everything better real soon.”
    Keith suspected the man was close to exploding anyway, and wanted their first time in bed to last longer than thirty seconds. He slowly slicked Scott’s juices up and down his cock, fisting it as he hooked his left hand around the back of