Текст книги "A Turn of the Screwed "
Автор книги: Tymber Dalton
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“Noel and I have had a lot of talks, especially over the past few months,” Scott continued. “When we started the BDSM stuff a couple of years ago, we did all the checklists and everything. That’s how I know my limits. And I’ve never been with a guy, even though she’s done anal play with me. You’re going to have to be patient with me so you don’t do damage to me while you’re breaking me in, so to speak.” With that, Scott offered up a cautious smile.
Keith reached across the table and laid a hand over Scott’s. “I don’t like to break my toys,” Keith said. “I take very good care of them.”
Scott turned his hand over so they were palm to palm, and laced his fingers through Keith’s. Keith gently squeezed.
“I’m going to admit I’m scared to death right now,” Scott said. “This is a huge step for me. A lot of change.”
“Good,” Keith said. “I’d be worried if you weren’t at least a little nervous.”
“Are you nervous?”
Keith looked him in the eye. “Terrified.”
Chapter Four
When they finished dinner and paid their bills, they walked out to Keith’s truck. The man stepped around to the passenger side first, and Scott wondered if Keith was going to open the door for him.
But Keith backed him against the side of the truck, his body pressed against Scott’s.
Including a large, hard bulge that made Scott’s cock throb in response.
Keith reached up and grabbed him by the throat, sending a hint of the good kind of fear through Scott when Keith’s fingers didn’t choke off his breathing.
“Tell me what you want tonight,” Keith said, his voice deep and throaty.
“I want to be with you tonight, Sir.”
“I’m going to use you. By the time we go to sleep, that ass of yours won’t be virgin anymore.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Keith’s gaze roamed his face. “God, I’d love to shoot a load down your throat tonight, but we’ll have to wait to do that. You’ll have to get used to the taste of condoms, though, because you’ll be blowing me through one until we’re fluid-bonded.”
Scott didn’t dare hope. “Yes, Sir.” The man was already talking like maybe he was looking toward the future.
“The testing place at the resort will be open when we get back. That’s our first stop. Takes just a couple of minutes. You need anything from your room?”
“I haven’t even unpacked yet.”
“Even better. We’ll grab your shit and move it to mine so you don’t have any excuses why you have to leave in the morning, unless you’ve decided I’m not your thing. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” More hope Scott was afraid to let in. Could he have really met Mr. Right on the first damn night?
Keith reached down and grabbed Scott’s crotch with his other hand, squeezing his cock hard through his shorts. “Mmm. Good, you’ve got some substance to you. Eventually I will want that cock inside me, too, but not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night, if I don’t scare you off tonight. You going to be my good boy and do everything I say?”
“Yes, Sir.” Scott hoped his voice didn’t tremble.
Keith leaned in close, one hand still on Scott’s throat, the other on his cock. With his mouth by Scott’s ear, he said, “Tonight, you’re going to get a hint of the real me, of what you’ll have to deal with if you want to be my boy,” he said. “You will address me as Sir unless I’ve said otherwise, and you’ll do everything I tell you, when I tell you. You’ll have to learn to trust me no matter how afraid you are. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
After one final squeeze of Scott’s aching cock, Keith released him, a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I’m not into breath play. But you’ll get used to my hand on your throat, as well as my collar.”
He opened the door for Scott, waiting for him to climb in before shutting it and walking around to the driver’s side.
* * * *
There’d been a healthy level of fear in Scott’s eyes when Keith grabbed him by the throat, but the stiff cock he’d been massaging spoke to how horny the man was.
A good combination.
He liked a little fear. Healthy fear. Just like the sadist in him enjoyed hearing noises of pain from a willing recipient of said pain.
Willing being the key word.
When they returned to the resort their first stop was the parking-lot-side room that housed the testing clinic. Twenty minutes later, they were on their way to Scott’s room on the second floor, but on the other side of the complex.
He didn’t miss how Scott’s head swiveled from side to side like radar. Not as if taking in the full-blown party scene going on in the pool courtyard.
As if looking for the coworker he’d spotted earlier. Or anyone else he knew.
Glad I brought the bag of gear.
It had been an afterthought, grabbing the rolling suitcase. In it, things Keith figured he probably wouldn’t be wearing, but it never hurt to have on hand.
Like a leather hood.
A hood that likely would fit Scott and give him the anonymity he’d need for the next part of their evening. Because Scott didn’t know it yet, but he’d be spending a lot of time out and about and nearly naked, roving bands of twinks or not.
It wouldn’t matter, because he’d be securely fastened on the end of Keith’s leash. He needed to push Scott a little tonight, test him.
They quickly grabbed Scott’s bags and returned to Keith’s room. They were no sooner inside, with the door securely bolted behind them, than Keith snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.
Scott scrambled to comply without hesitation.
“Good boy,” Keith cooed, ruffling the other man’s hair. “For future reference, the proper position, unless I specify otherwise, is your forehead on my feet, and your ass in the air.”
Scott immediately dropped into position, hardening Keith’s cock.
“Excellent. You have any butt plugs with you?”
“Yes, Sir. Three.”
“Good. Get them. I want to see them.”
Scott jumped to his feet, raced over to one of his bags, and tore through it to find them. The largest butt plug was barely adequate. Fortunately, Keith had a couple with him that would do better.
“Your first lesson starts now, boy. Get naked.”
Keith walked over to where his bags were and found what he’d need. The smallest butt plug—larger than Scott’s largest—lube, condoms, and gloves. When he turned around, Scott was naked, his cock already erect.
Definitely not lacking in that department, although not as big as Keith.
Keith walked over to the vanity where the sink was located and flipped the light on. He put the stuff in his hands on the counter. “Over here.” He pointed at the floor in front of him. “Ass facing me. Hands and knees.”
Scott complied.
Jeez, Scott had a gorgeous ass. By the end of that night, Keith would have his cock buried balls-deep inside it, too.
Keith pulled on the gloves and flipped open the top on the tube of lube he’d be using for this. He coated the first two fingers of his right hand with lube, then squeezed a generous dollop of it along the crack of Scott’s ass.
Slowly, with one finger, he started working lube into the man’s tight rim. Scott let out a soft moan, his head dropping.
“That’s right, boy,” Keith said. “This is just the start of me owning this gorgeous ass of yours.” He slapped Scott’s ass with his left hand. “Don’t you dare fucking come without permission, either, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took his time working the first finger inside him, slowly fucking him with it, relishing the soft moans Scott made as he played with his ass, twisting his finger around and finding his prostate, lightly stroking it.
Scott rewarded him with another moan. When Keith looked, a string of pre-cum was dripping from the man’s cock onto the tile floor.
Normally, he would require Scott lick it up, but since Keith wasn’t real sure how clean that tile was, he wouldn’t be doing that to him.
Scott let out a hiss when Keith withdrew his hand and started pressing a second finger against his rim.
“Yep, my hand, I’m sure, is bigger than your wife’s,” Keith said. “You haven’t even seen my cock yet. I bet it’s bigger than the strap-on she’s been using on you.”
“Yes, Sir. I could tell.”
He took his time, reaching around Scott and tugging a little on his cock to distract him as he scissored two fingers inside Scott’s ass in preparation for the third. As the old saying went, if you can take three, you can take me.
Well, three would be nearly taking him. Close enough.
It would be enough to get the butt plug inside him, at least.
It took Keith a good twenty minutes, and an aching cock, but he was finally satisfied at how loose Scott’s ass felt around his fingers, and how the man was no longer responding with a hint of discomfort as he started fucking his ass with his hand.
When he pulled out, Scott let out a disappointed gasp, almost falling back on his heels from how he’d been fucking himself onto Keith’s hand.
“Hold on, boy,” Keith said. “It’ll get good again in just a minute.” He lubed up the butt plug and slowly started working it into Scott’s ass. Scott let out a moan when the widest part slipped past his rim, then settled into position as his body sucked it in, the base holding it securely in place.
Keith stripped off his gloves and tossed them, patting Scott on the ass. “Good boy. Wait there.” He grabbed some tissues to wipe the excess lube off Scott, tossed them, then washed his hands. He stripped, leaving his clothes on the bed before returning to the vanity area and rolling a condom onto his hard cock.
“Sit up, boy,” he ordered.
Oh, that was a fucking delicious glazed subbie look on his face.
Keith held the base of his cock with his right hand. “Open.”
Scott did.
Keith reached around the back of Scott’s head and tightly fisted his hair. “Sorry they’re not flavored condoms. You’ll have to get used to them.”
* * * *
Scott could barely form coherent thoughts. His ass was stuffed fuller than it had ever been before, and his cock ached, painfully so, his balls screaming for relief.
And here was the first real cock he was ever going to suck.
Yes, he wished it wasn’t through a latex condom, but he’d done that before, sucking Noel’s strap-on through a condom.
Keith’s cock was definitely bigger than the strap-on.
It was also soft, and warm, even while being engorged and hard, pliable.
Real.
Keith slowly eased his cock between Scott’s lips, giving him direction, telling him what to do, Scott eager to comply and please him.
Anything to keep feeling like this.
The stark difference between Noel topping him and…this.
Feeling owned.
Noel had tried her best, but he’d known her heart wasn’t in it. At all. And he felt a little guilty for that.
But this…
Holy fuck, this was so goddamned hot!
He tried to stay relaxed as Keith pressed in, seeing how far Scott could take him without gagging.
“You’re going to have to get good at deep-throating me,” Keith said. “We’ll work on that. I’m sure you’ll learn. I like feeling my boy’s nose pressed against my belly, my balls on his chin.”
He started slowly fucking Scott’s mouth, controlling him with the hand in his hair, using him, and Scott soon realized he was not in control. At all.
“Fuck, boy, suck that cock with those sweet lips.”
He did, his insides twisting in a good way as Keith rewarded him with a loud, unmistakable groan. Keith pushed in deep, nearly gagging Scott as he came, the hand in his hair making it impossible to pull away even if he’d wanted to.
Which he didn’t.
After a moment, Keith’s grip gentled and he eased himself out just enough Scott could relax a little. His hand stroked Scott’s hair, and when he looked up, Keith smiled down at him.
“Sorry I couldn’t last longer, but it’s been nearly a week since I busted a nut, and that felt damn good.” He stroked Scott’s hair some more. “But that will help me last longer once I take that sweet ass of yours later tonight. First, I need to introduce you around to the gang.”
* * * *
The look of fear that washed over Scott’s face was nearly enough to harden Keith’s cock again right there.
“Don’t worry,” Keith assured him. “No one will know who you are, and no one will be doing anything to you but me.”
He held the base of the condom as he withdrew his softening cock from Scott’s mouth, then tugged on his hair, urging him to his feet. He kissed him, hard, deep, his tongue fucking Scott’s mouth.
“Go lie on the bed,” he ordered. “Facedown, at the end, ass at the edge, feet on the floor. Time to redden that sweet ass of yours.”
He cleaned up while Scott went to get into position. Still naked, Keith rooted through his gear bag and came up with a leather paddle and riding crop. Not the harshest implements in his bag, but he wanted to tenderize Scott, not burn him out before the evening even got started.
He reached between Scott’s legs and stroked the man’s balls. “You need to start shaving. Bush and balls. I like my boy hair-free.”
“Yes, Sir,” Scott mumbled, his tone deep in the realm of subspace.
Keith dropped the riding crop onto the bed, planted his left hand in the middle of Scott’s back, and started smacking him with the paddle in his right hand. He went easy at first, slowly, increasing the force and speed of his strokes until Scott squirmed on the bed. Fine-tuning for Scott’s level, he kept him hovering right at the edge of safewording, easing up alternated with a harder smack.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Keith said. “Such a good boy.”
When he stopped, Scott lay there gasping, chest heaving. Keith swapped out the paddle for the riding crop and again started slow, building up, until Scott had a series of purple stripes across his reddened ass.
Keith put down the crop and started stroking Scott’s ass, standing behind him, grabbing his hips. “Just think what it’s going to feel like when I spank you again before I slide my cock inside you.” He thrust, bumping against the base of the butt plug.
“I’m going to take my time fucking you, boy. Make sure your first time is memorable. Get you used to my cock, because you’re going to be getting a lot of it.”
He bumped the butt plug again, getting another wonderful moan from Scott. “No fucking strap-on,” he said. “Just a real cock. I can’t wait until I can christen this ass properly, either.”
He reached up and grabbed Scott’s hair, pulling his head up and back so he could bite his earlobe. “Whose ass is this?”
“Your ass, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He kissed his cheek and released him. “Stay there.”
Getting up, he opened the other suitcase, the one with miscellaneous gear. In it, the hood, as well as a leather jock he could put on Scott. In his implement bag he found the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and the matching leather collar, along with the chain leash.
He went back to the bed and snapped his fingers. “Stand up.”
Scott did, a little more slowly this time, a little wobbly on his feet.
Keith grinned, stepping in close. “That’s a beautiful look of subspace, boy. I can’t believe how hard and fast you fell into it. I like it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Here’s the rules for tonight while you’re on my leash. You don’t speak unless I tell you to. You do what I say, when I say it. You have any boots?”
“No, sir.”
“Dammit. We’ll need to get you a pair. What size do you wear?”
“Ten and a half.”
“Okay, we’re close then. Good. A thick pair of socks, you’ll be fine. I’ve got another pair I can wear.” He put the hood on Scott first, lacing it up the back. When he turned him back around, he smiled as he stared into Scott’s gorgeous blue eyes.
Cupping the back of Scott’s head, he pulled him in close for another kiss. “No one will know who you are,” he said. “But they’ll all know you belong to me.” He pointed at Scott’s left hand. “You might want to leave that in here for tonight, though.”
Scott glanced down at his hand and spotted his wedding ring, then started working it off. Keith held out his palm for it, putting it on the dresser next to Scott’s wallet and cell phone. “It’ll be safe there, just like you’ll be safe with me.”
He bucked the collar around Scott’s neck, snapping the leash to it. Then he got the wrist and ankle cuffs buckled on him, and handed him the jock.
“Put that on.”
While Scott did that, Keith dug out socks and boots for Scott to wear. Then he found the leather pair of shorts he’d be wearing, and the fancier pair of military boots he’d brought, which he hadn’t planned to wear tonight. But they’d complete his outfit.
With Scott properly attired, Keith grabbed the leash and led him to the mirror over the vanity, standing behind him, reaching around him and pinching Scott’s nipples.
“Look at that, boy,” Keith said. “Look at you. Just think what it’ll feel like to have my rings in your nipples, always being reminded who owns you.” He twisted them until Scott let out a soft cry, then backed off.
“That’s what I like,” Keith said. “I like hearing you make noises. Don’t you fucking keep quiet, or it means I’m going to have to hurt you more.”
He bit the top of Scott’s left shoulder, sucking hard, his own cock stirring at the moans the other man let out.
“That’s right. I’m going to mark you, boy. You’re going to wear my marks. My rings.” He reached down and grabbed Scott’s ass, digging his fingers in. “You’re going to leave this weekend a changed man.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Five
Keith was tempted to stay in the room, but knew if they did that they wouldn’t be leaving until either hunger or checkout time forced them out.
And he did want to hang out with some of his friends he didn’t get to see all that often. Plus there was the contest. That was tomorrow night, but tonight was a meet and greet for the contestants, a leather boy competition. He wasn’t sure which group, he couldn’t keep them straight, but it provided for some nice eye candy.
After attaching a double-ended snap clip to hold Scott’s wrists together in front of him, Keith grabbed his room card and a credit card and tucked them into the pocket of his shorts. Then he grabbed Scott’s leash and tugged.
“Let’s go.”
Scott barely hesitated at the door, which Keith had anticipated. As they walked out, the force of the music and noise of the attendees filling the courtyard slammed into them.
Keith pulled the room door shut behind them and tested it. “Stay with me,” he told Scott. “And pay attention to me.”
He led him downstairs to the courtyard, where Keith scanned the area for anyone he knew. Marvin was holding court with a few other people in some chairs at one end of the pool.
Might as well.
He led Scott over to the group and snapped his fingers, pointing at his feet.
Scott immediately dropped into the correct position.
Marvin, who was smoking a cigar and had his boot-clad feet propped up on a twink’s ass, sat up, his eyes widening. “Is that your fresh meat from before?”
Keith glanced down at Scott. “Yep. Thanks for not poaching him out from under me.”
“Dammit. He’s got a fine ass.” Marvin grinned. “Feel up to sharing?”
“Sorry, you know I’m greedy. I don’t share my toys.”
“Yeah, I know, but it never hurts to ask.” He slapped the guy’s ass he’d been propping his boots on, because the guy had sat up. “Who said you could get up?”
The twink immediately dropped back onto all fours as Marvin returned his boots to his back. “Hope this works out for you. I know you’ve been looking for a while.”
“We’ll see.”
Marvin was a player. He and his long-time boyfriend, Kendell, who had lived together for nearly twenty years, had an arrangement. Marvin got to get his leather freak on, as long as he didn’t bring anyone or anything home with him that couldn’t be washed off with soap and water, and his boyfriend was a stay-at-home slave.
Marvin, a successful personal injury attorney, could afford to keep Kendell at home, baking and taking care of their place. He was Marvin’s respectable other half, the one Marvin could dress in fine suits and take with him to Chamber of Commerce functions and not get weird looks.
Kendell didn’t enjoy going out to clubs or the party scene. Kendell had a weekend houseboy of his own who’d come over while Marvin was out partying.
Everyone was happy. Hey, if it worked for them, Keith wouldn’t knock it. It just wasn’t his style. He didn’t like anonymous sex, he didn’t like partying, and he didn’t like not being able to remember the names of all the guys he’d fucked. Nothing against guys who did, it just wasn’t what he wanted.
He didn’t know exactly what it was about Scott that had already burrowed under his skin like a tick. The vulnerability in his eyes, the trust. Yes, Keith wasn’t stupid. He could be setting himself up for disappointment. The guy might give him a fake phone number and then Keith would never see him again.
But somehow, he didn’t think so. Maybe it was naive, but he wanted to trust Scott, the way Scott was trusting him.
He stood there talking to Marvin and some others for nearly half an hour. The entire time, Scott remained perfectly still and in position. After scanning the courtyard, Keith located another cluster of friends on the other side. He tugged Scott’s leash and the man jumped up, following him without any delay.
Keith shot a pleased smile over his shoulder. “Good boy.”
This time, Keith was able to settle into a vacated chair while talking to his friends. He put Scott on his hands and knees and, taking a page from Marvin’s playbook, used Scott as a footrest while talking.
He knew from the bulge in the front of Scott’s leather jock that he was hard, horny, and probably leaving a hell of a wet spot on the inside of that jock.
That was fine, because the outline of his own hard cock was clearly visible along the front of the leather shorts he wore.
After another half hour or so, Keith got up and led Scott off to one side of the courtyard, where he pulled him in close with the leash.
“How’s my boy doing?” Keith asked.
That sweet, subbie glaze still lingered in Scott’s blue eyes. “Good, Sir.”
“Excellent. Next time we settle somewhere and I put you down on the ground, you lick my boots, both of them, for as long as we’re there. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Soles, too?”
Keith grinned. “I admire your enthusiasm, but no. I don’t want you puking your guts up because you pick up something.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His gaze narrowed. “Had I told you to, you would have, wouldn’t you?”
Scott nodded. “Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t have liked it, but I would have done it.”
He pulled Scott in for another deep kiss, reaching down and squeezing the front of the jock.
Sure enough, Scott’s cock was hard.
“Good boy,” Keith told him. “Like I said, I don’t like to break my toys. Marvin would have you licking the damn concrete just to make him laugh before he used you as a toilet, but I’m not into that. Just remember, you can always tell me red or yellow, and we’ll talk. I don’t want a doormat who grows to resent me.”
“Yes, Sir. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Keith felt like he stood on the edge of an abyss, one foot hanging out over the darkness and his weight dangerously shifting forward. “You’re not going to disappoint me if you communicate like an adult.”
* * * *
Scott struggled not to hump his hips against Keith’s hand. Relief filled him at confirmation that Keith had limits and wanted him to safeword if they drew too close to Scott’s.
He suspected someone like Marvin was more interested in the party than a partner. Guys like Marvin could always find someone else to party with, who wanted to ride that edge.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Oh, you thank me now.” He turned Scott and pointed at a large tent that had been set up at one end of the courtyard, in the grass, a tent that stretched across almost the entire courtyard and had sides so you couldn’t see inside.
“See that? That’s the dungeon for the weekend. Pretty much anything goes in there. Tomorrow night, your ass is going to be in a sling—literally—while I fuck your brains out in front of everyone and show them what a good boy you are for me. Understand?”
Scott’s cock throbbed. “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t even going to question the legalities of that, how they could get away with something like that when a club like Venture had rules against outright sex.
Keith pressed against Scott’s back, the man’s hard cock pressing through the leather shorts and against Scott’s freshly beaten and sore ass. He grabbed Scott’s hips and started grinding against him. “Going to pop your public cherry, while I’m giving you a hand job. You’ll come for me like a good boy, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Keith chuckled and bit down on the top of Scott’s right shoulder. Scott briefly thought about Noel and hoped she didn’t spot the marks before he shoved those thoughts away.
She’d assured him he could come here and play, have sex, whatever he wanted, as long as he was safe.
If Keith had wanted to try to pull something, he wouldn’t have wrapped his cock for a blowjob, for chrissake.
Trust had to start somewhere. So far, Keith hadn’t done anything to violate Scott’s trust. He’d keep his eyes open and not ignore anything, but he also wouldn’t start assuming Keith was anything but what he said he was.
If he was proved wrong, and Keith violated his trust…well, he’d deal with that if and when it happened.
* * * *
Behind the anonymity of the hood, Scott realized he could relax and just be, following Keith’s orders and not worrying if anyone recognized him.
No one could recognize him. He was just one of hundreds of guys in the darkened courtyard with only the lights from the pool, the bouncing disco lights, and lights from the walkways and from the windows of the poolside rooms around the courtyard providing any light. He saw some of the men, obviously Tops from their demeanor, turning to look at him following Keith.
The fact that Keith was proudly leading him around, casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, turned Scott on even more.
It was hard not to contrast the difference between that and Noel timidly walking around Venture or a private party with him following her. He hadn’t brought any of that gear with him this weekend, not wanting her to see it missing if she went into the closet. Just the butt plugs, which were usually in one of his dresser drawers anyway.
It was enough that she was letting him go this weekend. He didn’t want to rub it in her face. Didn’t want her to think this was about any lacking on her part, because it wasn’t.
But the fact that a guy was now leading him around, willingly, almost eager to talk to his friends with Scott literally at his feet, was a massive turn-on.
He couldn’t lie about that.
His aching cock wouldn’t have allowed him to lie about it, anyway.
The next time they stopped, near the bar they’d sat and talked at earlier, Keith snapped his fingers and pointed. Scott dropped to his knees and closed his eyes as he started licking Keith’s boots.
Keith reached down and rubbed the back of the hood. “Such a good boy. Yes you are.”
He wondered if Keith could feel the way he was moaning through the leather of his boots even as he licked them.
* * * *
It was hard for Keith to concentrate on the conversation when he could feel Scott moaning as he licked his boots.
Damn.
He’d met do-me subs before, and Scott was anything but one of those, so far. He’d followed orders without whining or trying to top from the bottom, and it was reeeeally making it hard for Keith to focus on anything but the man at his feet.
The man with the really hot, technically virgin ass.
In fact, his own cock throbbed as he thought about looking into Scott’s eyes the first time he slid his cock up the man’s ass, with Scott on his back and under him.
Fuck.
He’d really wanted to hang around, but it’d been nearly a year since he’d had anything more than a blowjob, and right now the siren song of Scott’s ass was calling to him in a really hot and loud way.
He waited for an appropriate break in the conversation before tugging on the leash. Scott climbed to his feet as Keith said good-bye and headed toward the stairs closest to his room.
When they emerged from the stairwell, they passed the redheaded guy again. This time, he wore a pair of tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a collar and leather cuffs, as he followed an older bear down the corridor.
Scott barely hesitated, just taking up the slack in the leash before apparently remembering he was hooded and unrecognizable.
Keith stopped and turned to him, smiling. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Just trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Grabbing the leash up close to the collar, Keith led him toward the room.
