The House – Pay up Elias

VIII

Elias was a ghost after that. Leaving any room I entered, or if he was in the middle of something, barely acknowledging I was there. His normally distracted features were tight now, lips pressed together, brow furrowed.

Having weathered some days of this, I finally gave in and went to knock on his door. He opened after a while, but made no motion to let me inside.

“Yeah?”

I didn’t know quite what to make of this sullen facade, so tried to proceed with a soft touch.

“You haven’t seemed yourself recently. I was wondering if you’d like to talk, perhaps?”

He almost mustered a decent glare at this.

“When I talk, you bite me, or do, some of those, other things.”

I chuckled, trying to play it off, but seeing a further darkening on his features, was quick to continue, “No, Elias, that’s different. If I could come inside- .”

“No.”

His reply was simple and firm. I felt my fur bristle at it, the fire starting to spark again.

“You do still owe me. And we have an arrangement that you agreed to.”

“Then kick me out.”

He didn’t even blink, just denying me, rejecting me point blank. The complete nerve of this boy! Getting to enjoy my body, and my admittedly complicated ways. Didn’t he realize the embarrasment of riches I was showering him with?

“Now, you are clearly a little confused- .”

And then he closed the door on me. He actually closed the door, my door, in my house, in my face!

I knocked, hard. Hearing no response, I banged on his door, raising my voice. 

“Elias!”

It was then that I heard Jen, and turned to see her standing there in the hallway, looking worried.

“Is something the matter with Elias? I felt some terrible vibrations, and his chakras have been so misaligned of late…”

Lowering my fist, I cleared my throat.

“He’s fine. He just, well, clearly he needs some time for himself right now, to consider where he wants to be in life,” I explained, unable to help raising my voice again to make sure he heard the last part.

Jen looked more than a little confused, but as I kept on staring at her, she then nodded and made her way back down the stairs, mumbling something about crystals.

This wouldn’t do. If things remained tense like this, Jen would start poking around, and eventually, Elias would confide in her. I didn’t need that old hippie judging me or pitying me for spreading my legs to that little deadbeat.

I would need to set that boy straight, once and for all.

IX

I kept busy for the next three days. I spent the first one just drawing and planning, looking at the available materials, making sure I had everything I needed before putting my plan into action. After all, you should always measure twice and cut once.

On the second day I disassembled one of the unused beds for its frame, stripped old parlour chairs of their cushions, and finally cut and adjusted some old belts I had found in a closet.

The third day was about assembling and adjusting. Elias and Jen were of course used to me hammering away at something on a regular basis, and I am sure neither of them noticed that for once, I was doing it  inside of my own room, which was by far the best kept in the house.

On that third evening, after sweeping up a little, I could sit back and enjoy the sight of my creation.

It was a padded bench, standing on additional crossbars at both ends, crossbars that I had nailed the shortened belts to at either end. If one were to bend a lazy lodger over the bench, and then tighten those belts around their elbows and knees, they wouldn’t be going anywhere until that insolent spirit of theirs had truly been tamed.

I could already see it, that fit little ass all vulnerable and exposed to receive a good caning, and then some more indepth attentions perhaps. The bed had given up quite a handsome set of bedposts after all, and with enough time, spite, and lard, I am sure I could wear down his ring enough to accept one of them inside.  

I’d taken the virginity of his cock from him already, so why not his arse as well?

X

Elias didn’t show any signs of having simmered down, and as my polite efforts had just been a waste of time, I chose a more direct approach.

I ambushed him as he was coming out of his room, having been waiting just around the corner for him to get out of the shower and seek breakfast.

He let out a yelp and dropped his towel as I pushed him back against the door. With a hand over his mouth, I peered at him, my eyes mere slits while his were pleasingly wide in surprise and fright. I could feel myself getting a little wet already.

“You did not want to talk, so now, you listen.”

I made sure to see that the words had registered before lowering my hand and continuing.

“You have a chance to just clear your debt, and even earn yourself this current month. You just have to come up to my room tonight at sundown, and bring the scarf.”

He was staring at me with an unreadable expression now, struck mute. I was about to demand that he reply, when I felt a poke against my thigh. Looking down, I could see he was getting hard, and fast too, his cock dragging up against my shorts before springing to point up, hovering there between our bodies.

Looking up again, I grinned at him.

“I will just take that as a yes, then…”

Unable to pull myself away just yet, I slid my hand down along his shaft and onto his balls, cupping them, closing my fingers slowly around them while I kept my gaze on his.

His expression was such a strange mix. Eyes sad and a little watery, but his lips twitching, as if to hiss and bare his teeth at me. I wanted to have him right there, but that wouldn’t do. That wasn’t the plan, after all.

I gave his pair a sharp squeeze just to get a gasp out of him, and then let go as I pulled back.

“That’s right, Elias. Good boy. I’ll see you at sundown.”

He was still standing there in the hallway with what had felt like a painfully hard erection as I went along my way up the stairs.