As promised today's blog post is my M/M historical flash fiction...
Here’s my offering "Blindfolded."
1877
Maison de Vénus
New Orleans, Louisiana
Robert stood at the window, looking out
at the full summer moon. In August it stayed light late into the evening. On a
night like this as a boy he would have gone swimming or horseback riding,
enjoying the warm breeze. Unfortunately, those carefree outings had ended at a
young age. His life turned upside down first by the war and then the hardships
that came after.
On quiet evenings, especially in summer,
his mind often drifted to the past. That was a dangerous place to be. He needed
to focus on the present and make the best of each day, accepting his new life.
A knock at the door drew his attention.
Robert turned around and watched Madam
Bernadette enter. “I have a special request.”
“Yes, ma’am?”
The woman smiled, her black hair pulled
back and falling down in a cascade of soft curls. “Rather a client has a
special request. He wishes for you to be undressed, blindfolded, and waiting
for him when he enters,” she said, her voice lightly accented with French.
Robert ran his fingers through his hair.
“I won’t get to see him?”
The busty creole woman in a tight red
silk dress watched him with an appraising eye. “Only if he desires you to.”
Robert gave a short nod knowing she
wouldn’t entertain any protests. Normally he got at least a quick glance at his
client for the evening before the sex games began. The idea of a mysterious man
fucking him sent his heart racing.
Madam Bernadette’s gaze swept his slight
frame. He hoped he’d pass inspection. She required all her ladies and the two
men in her employ to dress and conduct themselves with the upmost refinement.
A beautiful woman like her usually made
men hard, especially considering the low cut of her dress, but he’d never been
with a woman, and it seemed his body had gotten used to deriving pleasure from
men.
He
began shedding his clothes exposing his white skin and lean muscle.
“He will not hurt you, Robert,” Madam
Bernadette said in a calming voice. “I take care of my merchandise.”
“I-I know.” Robert drew a deep breath,
but his stomach remained in knots. It wasn’t like he knew his clients even when
he saw their faces, but their demeanor and the way they were dressed gave him
some idea of who he’d be bending over for. A small man, he’d have a hard time
protecting himself if someone got rough.
He’d only been at Madam Bernadette’s Maison de Vénus for two months. The
upper class men he serviced paid well and Madam Bernadette let him keep a good
portion of his earnings. Compared to the last establishment where he worked he
had no complaints.
Folding his clothes, he set them on the
seat of his chair. Once naked, Robert stood in the middle of the room, arms at
his sides, attention on Madam Bernadette. A quadroon, she had flawless nearly
pale skin and bright hazel eyes which betrayed her wit. Many nights he’d
wondered about her past doubting it was a sordid as his own.
She walked over to the sideboard and
opened a drawer pulling out a green silk blindfold and then proceeded to wrap
it around eyes. “This wealthy man is a good friend of mine, Robert,” she said. “You
will entertain him well this evening. You must do everything he asks and he
will be kind to you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He’d heard this speech
every night. This however was the first time he’d entertained one of her
friends. He better be on his best behavior. Madam Bernadette was not crude. She
did not use the word slave, but he knew that was what he was. A sex slave.
Vision now shrouded in darkness, he
listened to the rustle of her skirts as she left the room. Head bowed, he
waited for his client.
A few minutes later a knock sounded at
the door and then he heard the door creak open. The door closed softly followed
by the sound of heavy footsteps. A powdery, spicy cologne wafted in the room.
He’d smelled this popular cologne many times.
The man approached, the heat of his body
coming closer and closer. Robert swallowed hard. Madame Bernadette was right.
He should not be afraid, especially considering this man was a good friend of
hers, but the nerves continued.
Two large hands rested on the top of his
shoulders, and he raised his head although he could not see his client. He
sensed the man was tall, his large hands hinting at his bulk.
“Let me take in your beauty,” a baritone
voice said. Two thick fingers lifted his chin a little higher.
When he pulled his hand away, Robert
bowed his head. He’d learned the art of submission over the years, continually
trying to perfect his performance.
The tall man circled him, taking in his
nakedness from all sides. Standing behind him, the man pressed against his
backside. The bulge confined in his client’s trousers poked against his ass.
“You are not to speak unless I give you permission
to do so. Is that clear?”
Robert nodded.
“Good.” The man leaned over and
whispered in his ear. “You are not allowed to come until I tell you it is time
to come. Do you understand?”
Robert nodded again. At least the man
hinted he would allow him to come.
Some clients denied him that release.
The man grabbed his wrists and pulled
them behind his back. “Hold your hands here. I will get a tie.”
Not being allowed to speak, Robert
nodded again. A minute later he felt the cool silk circling his wrists.
“Now get down on your knees,” his client
ordered.
Robert complied, his pulse battering his
veins.
The man walked around and stood in front
of him. Then Robert heard the sound of him opening the fastenings of his
trousers. The tip of his client’s freed cock, already wet with pre-cum, brushed
over Robert’s lips. Robert sighed and resisted the urge to taste him until
given leave to do so.
The man ran his cock across Robert’s
lips several times, teasing him mercilessly. “Lick the head,” he finally said.
Robert’s lips parted and his tongue
snaked out softly touching the tip. The man sighed and it encouraged him to
lick further. He worked his tongue into the slit, and tasted a drop of pre-cum.
A little salty, he tastes good. Robert
slid his lips over the tip, continuing to lave the sensitive skin.
His client curled his fingers into his
hair, pulling him further onto his cock.
Robert felt the man’s rod slide into his
mouth. The large member filled him quickly and he knew it would be impossible
to take him all.
“Suck it until I come,” the man
commanded.
Robert sucked hard. He loved to suck
cock, and this man’s large rod was a treat. His client continued to grasp his
hair, pulling harder as he got excited. The pinpricks of pain went straight to
Robert’s own swollen member. It throbbed, begging for attention, but Robert
focused solely on pleasing the man paying for his services.
His client fucked his mouth and moaned,
his breath coming in bursts. “I’m close,” he said, continuing to pant.
After being in the business as long as
he had, Robert already knew this. His lips slid up the shaft, eager for the man
to explode in his mouth.
“Swallow,” the man ordered as he shot a
thick load.
The creamy come slid down Robert’s
throat and he worked to swallow every drop.
His client grunted and pulled him off
his cock. The rough treatment didn’t hurt, just took him by surprise.
Robert heard the man fastening up his trousers
again. Was that all? This mysterious stranger had bought his services for the
entire evening. Madam Bernadette did not pay by the hour.
Still kneeling, Robert lowered his head.
His client slid a warm palm across his
cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I did not mean to be so gruff. You have permission
to speak.”
Robert licked the last of the come off
his lips. “I am fine, master.” His hard cock throbbed, but he ignored the
discomfort.
“Call me, Sir. I do not like to be
called master.”
“Yes, Sir,” Robert said, his breath
catching in his lungs. The man’s commands aroused him more than any others he’d
received. Though he hated to admit it, he liked being dominated.
His client’s fingers trailed down
Robert’s chest and then he took his cock in hand.
“I want to hear you moan,” he said, and stroked
Robert’s cock.
He inhaled sharply, not expecting the
intimate caress. The client increased his pace, and Robert mewed, leaning
forward to offer encouragement.
“You are not to come until I say,” the
man reminded him.
This man’s deep voice, his control
stirred him. He’d played these games before. “Yes, Sir.”
Robert felt himself building up to
orgasm and wished the man would increase his pace to bring on his pleasure, but
then he couldn’t come. Yet. He gritted his teeth, edging off the nearing
climax. He moaned loudly, denying himself release was nothing short of torture.
And yet he enjoyed every second. His balls drew up tight and he didn’t know how
much longer he could hold off.
The man’s face came closer, his warm
breath containing an undertone of tobacco. Robert waited, praying for a kiss.
“You may come,” the dominant man said
and then pressed their lips together.
Robert instantly came, shooting come
onto the wood floor. The man continued to stroke him, slowing his pace. Robert
gasped and then shot another load.
His client let go of his softening cock.
The sound of splashing water told Robert the man was washing his hands. When he
returned he petted his hair, and Robert arched into the caress, satisfied. If
only he could see the man who had sated him. Or at least learn his name.
The man grabbed his shoulders and helped
him to his feet. Robert lowered his head, not knowing what would happen next.
His client walked behind him and untied
the bindings on his wrists.
“May I take my blindfold off, Sir?”
Robert whispered.
“No.” The man’s rough response tightened
Robert’s stomach. He did not want to sully the moment.
His client led him over to the bed.
Still holding his hand, the large man sat on the mattress and then he pulled
him into his lap. The bed dipped under their weight, mostly from the dominant
man. Robert didn’t weigh much even when
soaking wet.
“Wrap your arms around me,” his client
said.
He readily complied, circling his arms
around the man’s neck. He snuggled against the man’s chest, delighting in their
closeness. Many of the men fucked him and left without indulging in cuddling.
They desired to sate themselves and then leave, putting distance between
themselves at the whore.
The blindfold didn’t fit with the way
this master conducted himself. He delighted in being in control, but offered
tender treatment. There has to be a
reason why he doesn’t want me to see him. Robert’s mind raced with
possibilities. Was he terribly scarred from an accident? Maybe he was older and
did not want to show his gray hair. He did not feel old though. He felt strong
and virile.
Robert parted his mouth, allowing his
client’s tongue to slide within. The dominant man placed a hand on both sides
of Robert’s face holding him still while he plundered his mouth. Usually Robert
couldn’t wait for the night to end, but tonight he wanted this man to have his
way with him. Without seeing him his touch and voice kindled a lustful fire in
his gut. Only more time with this man would put out the growing flames.
His client’s strong arms surrounded him,
making him feel protected, safe. This dominant man continued to love his mouth
and Robert felt a heady rush. This must
be what it is like with a lover and not just have your body used. Robert’s
cock thickened, coming to life again. If he was this aroused he figured the
other man was as well.
His clients usually only cared about
their own pleasure and seldom bothered with kisses, viewing them as a waste of
time. This passion, their strong connection was almost overpowering. Drunk on
passion, the lightheadedness gave him a better buzz than any liquor. Damn. It
was just as addicting. In the back of his mind Robert knew this care would only
last one night, but it would be a night worth remembering.
His client broke the kiss. “I want more
of you,” he said in a low growl.
Robert’s heart thudded in his chest. Yes. Yes. Please.
The man ran the pads of his fingers
across Robert’s swollen cock “I see you want more of me as well.”
“Yes, Sir.” Thankfully we have all night.
****
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