Page 96 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Just enjoy the fact that I am here to serve you in whatever way you desire.”

“Or that I desire,” Captain Martin added.

“Of course, Captain,” Domingo said.

“Yes. Right. I know.” I sounded like a dimwit. I didn’t know why I was so unsure of myself. Normally I was full of confidence when it came to this sort of thing, although I’d never received the attentions of an expensive—or inexpensive—whore before.

Domingo smiled as he unbuttoned my fine waistcoat and pushed the garment over my shoulders. His fingers went to the buttons of my shirt as my arms hung helplessly at my sides.

“What can I do to ease you, Rooster darling? What can I possibly do to make you feel more comfortable?” Domingo asked in a teasing voice as he finished with the buttons and pushed my shirt off.

“Oh…I…well…” I stuttered, my gaze fixed on Domingo’s lips.

“Swallow his cock, perhaps?” Dinesh offered.

My gaze flashed to the captain as he settled himself—bare from the waist, a distinct bulge in his breeches—into a lush armchair with a view of the proceedings.

“Yes, I was going to suggest it,” Domingo murmured as flames shot up my spine.

My breaths came even quicker, and when Domingo’s fingers worked the buttons on my fall-front breeches, I moaned as his knuckles brushed against the iron brand within.

Domingo gasped in exaggerated surprise.

“Oh! Goodness me, he’s hard as fucking rock already.”

“Yes, that’s my randy Rooster. He can rise in an instant. He’s awfully young, you know.”

“How young?” Domingo asked. “Younger than me?”

“I’m twenty-two,” I said, my voice catching with a gasp.

Domingo smiled. “I’ve only just turned twenty-one. But I’ve lived a hundred lifetimes already.” He made the statement with a laugh and a toss of his hair, but I saw a flicker of pain in those eyes.

I watched with parted lips as Domingo let the flap of my breeches fall, revealing my prick in all its turgid glory. To be honest, my prick looked like a wee noodle most of the time, but I was rather proud of the thing in this state. Not a truncheon like the captain’s, but my cock had its own sort of charm.

Domingo hissed and glanced up at me.

“Oooh, what a fine example of a man you are, Rooster,” he purred, before wrapping his elegant fingers around me and bending to tongue the tip.

As wet warmth surrounded me, I met the captain’s intense gaze and moaned.

Domingo whimpered as he pulled off me, looking over his shoulder at the captain.

“Well, aren’t you the lucky man? He’s really lovely, isn’t he?”

“Mmm,” Dinesh murmured. “Wait until you see his sweet little—”

I coughed and cleared my throat, embarrassed to be spoken about in such a way.

“Oh, I can’t wait. But first I want to sample this lovely sabre he’s waving at me. Are you quite comfortable over there, Captain?”

“Aye. Never mind me. Give the lad a suck to remember. And one that’s worth the price I paid for the pleasure.”

Domingo rolled his eyes. Then he turned back to me and let go long enough to shrug out of his robe completely. He dug in one pocket and pulled out a length of ribbon, with which he spent a moment tying back his lovely hair. I waited in some kind of erotic thrall, caught between the two of them—a helpless plaything to be spoken of and entertained. A role I’d been born to play.

“Now then,” Domingo said, placing his delicate hands—as dainty as any woman’s—on his bare thighs as he regarded the salute before him. “Do tell me when you’re about to overflow, will you?”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before he’d gripped my cock at the base and swallowed me down. I fought against finishing so soon and barely managed to hold back. Breaths stuttered out of my mouth, along with broken cries and long moans as I closed my eyes and enjoyed his attentions.