To the Highest Bidder Go the Spoils

Chapter 3 (18+)

Gavin's back hit the bed hard. He pushed himself up and back, moving to the head of the bed as quickly as he could.

"Can we not tonight?" he asked. "I have a lot of homework to do before Monday, and I don't want to spend all day tomorrow doing it."

Zeke pulled off his jacket and slipped the cufflinks from the holes. Gavin flinched with each one as they landed on the metal dresser with a soft clink. He heard the fwip of the silk tie as it was undone and pulled from the collar. Zeke's olive skin glistened in the dim light when he shrugged out of his blue shirt, muscles rippling as he folded it neatly on the back of a chair.

He gulped audibly when the older man turned to him, silk tie in hand. He knew what was coming next. He knew he couldn't look away. That would result in more punishment, but he didn't want to do this tonight. He just wanted to study and do his homework. He wanted to be able to drive himself to and from school and other appointments.

Zeke's knee made the bed dip slightly. Gavin watched him as his mouth dried out. The older man reached for his foot, and the younger did everything he could not to pull away. Doing what Zeke said was the easiest way for this to go smoothly. If he didn't... He didn't even want to think about that.

He was dumbfounded as Zeke took his foot in his hands and slowly started massagining it. He dug his thumb under each toe, popping them one by one. His long fingers smoothed over the sinewy skin on the top of his foot, watching as it went back to its original position when he was done.

"How did your classes go?" Zeke asked.

Gavin met his gaze momentarily before he went back to watching his hands. "My nine o'clock was cancelled, and my lab was the usual. All I could do was look through a microscope to see if our projects are still alive. Mine was so I must have done something right. As for the other two, I think I choked on my test, and biochem is a piece of crap."

Zeke pinched his foot painfully. Gavin tried to pull it away. The more he struggled, the harder Zeke pinched. "What do you mean you choked on your test?" he demanded.

"Please! Just let go! That hurts!"

"Tell me what you mean."

"Just that I didn't answer some because I didn't know them. I don't think we covered them in this last lecture. Please, let go."

The older man did as he was asked, but he gripped the other foot. Gavin pulled the injured one to him and looked it over. The top of his foot would be bruised by the next morning.

"Did anyone say anything to the professor?" Zeke asked. He popped Gavin's toes on the other foot.

"One of the girls on the nursing track did. She whispered it, but she has no concept of a whisper so we all heard it. I'm not certain what the professor will do with the grades."

Zeke hummed. He left Gavin's foot and traveled up his calf to his knee. He dug into the tendons before it, testing the bend and flexibility. Gavin knew what he was up to, but he didn't protest. As long as he didn't hurt him again, he could handle it.

"Zeke, please," he begged. The older man had unbuckled his belt and was working on his pants. "Can we just sleep tonight?"

"Hush."

Gavin's mouth snapped shut, and he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. He watched as his jeans slid down his hips, leaving him bare. Per orders, he was not allowed to wear underwear. At first, it was uncomfortable having the roughness of the denim rubbing against his sensitive spots. But the more Zeke used him, the more he was grateful for it. Those sensitive spots couldn't take the pressure underwear put on them.