Sex in C Major
Chapter 42

"Wearing your cuff?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." Daz's hand tightened over the metal, and Stefan gasped. "It's going to be a long night for you. You'll be leaking by the end of it."

Stefan's dick twitched and he took a shaky breath.

"Been wanting it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Bet you've been desperate."

"Yes, Sir."

"Touched yourself?"

Stefan took the risk. "No, Sir."

The hand tightened.

"Good."

Stefan released a breath. So Daz hadn't known. It had been a coincidence.

The train journey was a little under an hour, through darkened hills-the peaks smattered with the white glow of snowfall-and pulled into Sheffield late, the orange glow of streetlamps warping the town centre as Stefan was steered through

it.

And in a narrow alley, pulled against the brickwork between two bins.

"Sir?"

"Quiet."

Daz's hands were rough, digging into Stefan's pockets and pulling out his phone, train ticket, and wallet. They disappeared into Daz's coat, and then the zip on his jacket was pulled down and the leather shoved open. Cold air bit at Stefan's nipples, and he tried to drag the fabric closed again.

The slap stung.

"You'll do as you're told."

"S-sorry, Sir."

A cold nipple was rubbed between finger and thumb, then the hands travelled down and undid his jeans. They were yanked roughly down his thighs, exposing him.

Then fingers wrapped around his neck, and held it firm to the brickwork.

Stefan stiffened. Bolt upright, he could breathe-but he could also feel the air raking in his throat, dragging past Daz's hard fingers.

"Touch yourself."

His dick ached. He was pinned to a wall by the neck, in an alleyway in Sheffield, just off the high street, at ten o'clock at night. Anyone could happen by them. And here he was, with his clothes open... Touching himself.

Because he did. He began to slide his fingers along his hard dick. It throbbed and ached. It didn't care where they were it only cared for its owner, holding him at arm's length by the neck, and staring. With cold, blue eyes.

"Sir-Sir, please..."

The grip on his neck tightened fractionally, and Stefan shut up. He closed his eyes, and rubbed harder. His master could choke him. Could make him walk naked through the streets. There might be no hotel-or Stefan might have to earn it. If he displeased his master, would he be left out in the cold? Would he be abandoned here? Or was his master taking him to someone else? Did he have to earn his way out of something? Was he being loaned to someone else in the hotel room, but if he pleased his master now-

He came whimpering, shivering against the bricks, his damp fingers clutching his hot cock like a lifeline and was dropped to his weak knees, crouching in the dirt like a ragdoll. The alley stank of piss. The bins reeked.

His head was wrenched up by the hair, but he had learned what his master wanted by now. He let his jaw hang open, and didn't fight the cock that was pushed past his lips. He kept his throat open, and clutched at his master's knees for support as his face was fucked. The cock was slick and smooth in his mouth, a steel intruder wrapped in satin skin. He kept his throat open and rolled his tongue against the head whenever it was pulled back, desperate not to choke or gag. He wanted to please his master. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be rewarded again.

So when his master came, Stefan swallowed. He gulped at the hot liquid and softening shaft, messy and filthy, and felt it spilling over-but not so much as before. It spattered, and when he was tossed again, he pushed himself up on shaking arms and wiped at his face, only to lick the remains from his fingers.

"You were desperate," his master said above him.

"Yes, Sir," Stefan breathed, not daring to look up.

He was dragged to his feet by the hair, and his jeans jerked up and zipped. They felt too tight, and the denim scraped on his skin.

"You want more?"

"I want whatever you want, Sir."

"Oh, very good. You are trying."

"I just want to please you, Sir."

A thumb rubbed along his lips, then pushed inside. Stefan sucked on it, worrying the knuckle with his teeth. He closed his eyes when the other hand rubbed over his breast and began to tease at the nipple.

"We're ten feet from the street."

"Yes, Sir."

"Think you can keep quiet?"

"Yes, Sir."

The thumb pushed a little deeper, and his nipple was abandoned. Stefan was pushed flat against the bricks again, then the thumb was withdrawn and the hand placed flat against his mouth.