Author's note:
Unconvinced Jaspar's learned his lesson, Kleine insists he bring Carl to his room, so he can ensure Jaspar handles him correctly going forwards.
Contains themes of non-consent/reluctance.
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Sam helped me off the bed, and I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower on weak legs. It'd been a long night. Still, my first experience of anal sex, and I'd rather enjoyed it.
Sam leaned against the sink while I cleaned up.
"Do you think you understand Carl better now?" he asked.
I'd thought he was supposed to always call me 'Sir', but I didn't really care. He wasn't
mine
, after all.
I slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower while I soaped my sweaty pits and chest.
"I think he's an ungrateful little bitch," I said. "After everything I'd done for him—"
Sam yanked open the shower door and crouched in front of me. He looked as if he wanted to punch me as he lowered his voice and hissed, "You idiot! Haven't you learned anything? Master Kleine's been trying to teach you to be kind all fucking night! How do you not get that?"
Kind? To a guy who identified as a slave? What the fuck?
Sam rolled his eyes at my lack of comprehension. "You're a fucking waste of space, Jaspar."
That hurt. I tossed the soap to one side and struggled to my feet, and he stood with me.
"You're just angry because you're a little bitch like Carl," I said.
He put a hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. "And what exactly do you think
you
are?"
"Sam!" Kleine's voice came from the main room.
Sam shook his wet hair out of his eyes and let me go. Casting a cold glance at me, he grabbed a towel from the railing and wrapped it around his waist, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
I turned off the water and dried myself off, taking a moment to rinse out my mouth with some of Kleine's mouthwash.
A waste of space? That was harsh. Just because I was more dominant than he was. It wasn't my fault he had a built-in instinct to surrender his dignity to stronger men.
"Jaspar, are you finished with the bathroom?" Kleine called.
"Coming," I said. I dropped the 'master' since our lesson was over.
Naked, I headed out into the main room and started pulling on my clothes.
Kleine strode up to me with his hands in his trouser pockets and watched me dress.
"Where is young Carl now?" he asked, as I pulled my shirt back over my head.
"In the car," I said. Shit. He must have been there for hours. I hoped he hadn't needed to take a piss.
"In the car?" said Kleine. There was quiet rage in his voice.
"Look, I appreciate the lesson and everything—" I patted my pockets, making sure I still had my wallet and keys, "—but at the end of the day, Carl's mine, okay?"
Kleine listened patiently and then lifted a hand to tap at his neck. Fuck, I'd forgotten I was still wearing the dog collar.
I put my hands up to it to remove it only to let out a strangled cry of pain as a shock zapped the side of my neck.
"Leave it there for the moment," said Kleine. His left hand was still in his pocket, where I was guessing the remote was.
"What do you want?" I asked warily.
"If you recall, I said that you could pay me for the chastity cage at the end of the evening."
"Oh, yeah, you can keep it," I said. I had no intention of putting that thing anywhere near my dick, and Carl already had one.
Kleine gave me a patient smile. "Once used, I can't very well put it on anyone else now, can I?"
Fuck's sake. "How much?" I asked, more than a little annoyed.
"This model sells for three hundred and fifteen dollars," he said.
I sputtered. "Three hundred dollars? For that thing?"
"Sam," said Kleine
Sam brought over the velvet bag and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"Do you have any cash on you, Jaspar?" Kleine asked innocently, knowing full well I wasn't likely to have three hundred dollars on me.
"I can give you Carl's credit card?"
Kleine held out his hand and I pulled the card from my wallet and handed it to him. He put it into his pocket.
"I'll hold onto this for now, but no, I can't accept someone else's credit card as payment for your debt."
"I could... suck you?" I said.
He laughed. "I'll tell you what. How about I pop the cage back on you, and once you've paid it off, I'll give you the key."
I held up my hands. "Hey, no, no way man."
A shock nipped at my neck and I swore. "Come on!"
I started to fumble at it again and he ramped up the voltage. I fell to my knees, my hands to the collar, my jaw spasming, while choked sounds came from my throat.
"Stoookkkp!" I tried to say, and he relented.
He pulled me roughly back to my feet. "The collar is locked, Jaspar, you can't take it off."
I wanted to tell him what I thought of him, but on full volume, the collar had really fucking hurt, and I didn't want to ever feel that kind of pain again.
"All right," he said, "since this arrangement concerns you, I have another proposal for you. I put the cage back on you—"
I started to protest, but he only had to lift an eyebrow and I fell silent.
"—and then you bring Carl up to my room."
"You want to use Carl?" I said, confused.
"Remember that I said if you left after my instruction, and were seen mistreating your slave, it would reflect poorly on me?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I would feel more reassured that our lesson had been successful, if I were to see you interact with Carl before you leave."
"So, you want to cage me, then see me bitch him, and then you'll take it off?"
He raised his eyes to the ceiling as he considered if my summary was what he was trying to say.
"Close enough. Yes."
"But, how can I fuck him, if you've locked my cock up?"
He smiled. "Haven't you had enough sex for the evening?"
