Sex in C Major
Chapter 99

"Very good."

His hair was ruffled, and then Yannis paced away across the living room. He sat down at the piano, rustling sheets.

And then the bars started.

Those bars.

The ones from the shed. The ones from Stefan's phone. The oh Jesus.

In an instant, Stefan was hard. Achingly hard. The rush of wet arousal was burning hot by the first crescendo, and he was ready to cry by the third.

And he knew knew what Yannis was playing now.

A game.

And it wouldn't end until Daz came home.

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By the time keys rattled in the front door, Stefan felt like he'd run a marathon.

His skin was gleaming with sweat. His dick was swollen and nearly purple with torment. His wrists were chafed and burned from twisting them in the wire until the skin was scored clean away.

But he kept his head down. Shaking. Shivering. Wanting.

Daz and Yannis spoke in low tones, the double bass never once pausing in its torture. Then fingers lifted Stefan's chin, and his master's cool blue gaze was staring down at him.

"Yannis says you've earned a reward."

Stefan licked his lips. A thumb rubbed across them and wiped the moisture away.

"Have you?"

"Only-only if you agree with him, Sir."

"He says you asked to pleasure him."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Are you allowed to pleasure Yannis?"

"If you say I can."

"Did I?"

"No, Sir. But y-you love Yannis. So I thought you would like me to pleasure him."

"Did you touch him?"

"No, Sir. He said I wasn't his so I would have to wait for you."

"He says you've been listening to that symphony."

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you turned on?"

Stefan shifted on his knees. "Yes, Sir."

"Did you touch yourself?"

"No, Sir."

The hand on his chin squeezed. Stefan whimpered.

"I didn't, Sir. I swear."

"Then why are your hands tied?"

"So-so I wouldn't spoil your present."

"And what's my present?"

"Y-Yannis said if I wanted to pleasure him, I had to pleasure you, too. So I'd need my energy."

His face was dropped. The chuckle was deep and dark.

Then the music stopped.

"I think I'd like to see you trying to pleasure Yannis. He's not easily pleased."

The wire was undone from about his wrists, and the chain released from his collar. Stefan was nudged by a knee towards the sofa. He crawled, and waited kneeling by the sofa uncertainly as Yannis rose smoothly from his chair and left the

room.

"Sir?"

Daz clipped him around the ear, and Stefan ducked his forehead against the leather cushions, berating himself. Stupid. Yannis would have gone to get something. It wasn't Stefan's place to ask what.

When Yannis returned, he casually dropped a bottle of lubricant and a condom onto the sofa, before stripping out of his clothes and settling down on the cushions, sitting like a man merely waiting for an appointment, his cock long and soft in a nest of dark curls.

It was the first time Stefan had really looked at it.

And there was nothing to see. It was simply...a cock. A thick line of pale skin traced the length of it, from root to head. Scar tissue, Stefan imagined. The head was, if anything, a touch too perfectly symmetrical. It hung slightly to one side-the left-and the balls below it were nestled between his thighs like they had always been there.

It was just...a dick..

Stefan swallowed, then remembered Daz's secret in the hotel. He wanted to suck it but Yannis wouldn't let him.

Instead, he shuffled to sit between Yannis' bare feet, and slid both hands under the soft bulge to cup it all and feel it.

There.

That was different.

The weight was different. The balls were a little harder, a little more firm beyond too-thin skin. The weight of his cock was oddly heavy, and it shifted less naturally in Stefan's palm. The skin was too firm while it was still soft, and as Stefan began to stroke the shaft from root to head and back again, nothing stirred.

Nothing happened at all, in fact.

Stefan frowned, and gripped a little more firmly. He began to massage Yannis' balls in one hand, and his cock in the other. He licked at his palm to wet it, and tried again. He even dared to lean forward and blow gently over the hot skin-and yet nothing happened.

"Am I getting pleasure, or a medical exam?" Yannis asked dryly.

"I--"

Stefan could feel a flush creeping up his neck. How could Yannis not respond at all to being touched? Did he could asexuality do that? But he'd said he worked just like anyone else, that he could come if he was touched in the right places...

Yannis' hand closed around Stefan's wrist, and dragged it down between his thighs. He wrapped their hands around the base of his cock-and squeezed.