Maddox took him to the bathroom first and wrenched his clothing off before thrusting him into the shower. In order to keep Will where he wanted him, Maddox was forced to shed his own clothing too. Tall and naked, lithe and powerful with a commanding cock, now Mads had Will’s attention too.
Hot water cascaded over the both of them as they pushed muscular bodies together, lubed by the ample bubbles of soap and lather that smelled of exotic scents. Nothing in Maddox’s home was common or simple. It was all elegant and beautiful and particularly precious. Will was very aware that he was one of these precious things, and Maddox hated that he was a thing that could go out and roam.
But Will didn’t want to argue anymore. He didn’t want to rebel. The world had become very complicated lately and he craved something simple. He wanted to submit to Maddox’s strong touch and the pelting heat of the water and the soothing of his senses as his master took hold of Will’s cock and began to stroke it.
“Is this why you roam? Are you following your balls?”
“No,” Will laughed, lifting his eyes to Maddox. “Wait, are you jealous? Do you think I am fucking around?”
“The thought had occurred,” Maddox admitted.
“I have all the dick I need here,” Will assured him crudely. “I’m not looking for anyone else.”
“Good,” Maddox intoned roughly. “There will be no others besides me, do you understand?”
“Do you understand?” Will sassed back. Maddox was wrestling him for control of something he didn’t even want, because Maddox knew there was something else going on. Something distracting. Will kept silent on that matter.
“Mouthy little whelp,” Maddox purred. “On your knees, boy. Show me your contrition with your mouth.”
Will knelt on the shower floor just as he had been ordered and let Maddox’s thick cock fill his mouth. It was simpler when he didn’t talk. It was easier when they resorted to primal acts of sex instead of attempting to speak. Will gripped his own dick in his fist as Maddox worked himself in and out of his mouth. This was hot. It was always hot with Maddox. And now there was a secret, something Maddox seemed to sense Will had. If he thought he could mouth fuck it out of him, he was wrong.
“You are mine. You will always be mine.” Maddox growled the words with carnal fervor. He was a possessive and dominating force. There could be nothing in Will's life besides him. He wanted to own every part of him. Every bit of flesh, every thought, every desire. Will could feel that overwhelming dominance flooding into him with the thick seed Maddox shot in orgasm. Will came too, his cum joining with Maddox’s in the flow of water and fluids which left them both cleaner but feeling absolutely filthy.
Mad was not done with him. He pulled Will from the shower and together they dried off. Maddox draped a towel over his own head, not seeming to notice how it made him look like a hot peasant woman from some old timey village, and set to work patting every bit of water from Will’s body. Will was warm and he was slightly dopey from his orgasm and he enjoyed the attention very much. When he was with Maddox, it was as if they were the only two creatures in all creation. He could almost entirely forget about anyone else. He could almost forgive the secrecy, and the lies, and all that remained hidden between them.
Almost.
“Now, boy. Shall we see if I can teach you a lesson?” Maddox moved the towel to his shoulders and looked down at Will with what counted as a warm smile for a vampire king.
“Shall we not?”
Maddox chuckled. “There is no escaping what is coming your way. When you disobey me, what happens?”
“Oh, don't make me say it,” Will sighed.
“Say it, boy.”
“You beat me.”
Another chuckle escaped the vampire. “A good enough description, I suppose. Over your bed, boy. We have a reckoning to deal with.”
They went to Will’s bedroom, Will dreading what was to come with every step. It was always so much worse if he’d already orgasmed. If he hadn’t, then being punished was just foreplay. But in the hazy aftermath of a filthy climax on his knees, a leather lash just felt like a leather lash. It hurt. And it was embarrassing. It was impossible to keep any kind of dignity while having his ass beaten. And that was exactly what Maddox wanted him to feel. This was all about embarrassment and pain.
But this time, Will had something up his sleeve. Something to distract him from the humiliation Maddox was inflicting. This time he had a reason for what he had done, a complete justification that made all of this worthwhile.
SLAP!
SMACK!
WHAP!
Maddox still had that hellish talent for laying lashes more or less right on top of each other, or criss-crossing them. That meant it wasn’t just another painful stroke, it was a stroke designed to compound the previous pain. It was cruel and it was unusual, but that was Maddox all over.