by Xenia Melzer
They had decided against going to a restaurant and had gotten takeout instead. With the exception of Curtis, none of the others had eaten Afghan food before, so Seth insisted they try it. If the mouthwatering smells coming from the containers were anything to go by, Leeland didn’t think they would regret their decision.
“What’s for dessert?” Collin looked expectantly at Seth. Dessert was important and not to be trifled with.
Leeland saw Seth winking at Collin.
“Remember all those little cake samples I brought when we comforted Leeland?”
Collin nodded eagerly, and Leeland perked up too. Those cakes had been delicious.
“Well, they had a lot of spare samples because a customer canceled at the last minute, and I took them all. I think it’s enough for all of us to eat our body weight in cake.”
“Oh, how nice!” Dean beamed at Seth. “No matter what kind of movie we’re going to watch, you’re forgiven.”
“Have a little faith, won’t you?” Seth grinned. “I’m going to get the cutlery. You make yourselves comfortable.”
Once they were all seated and eating happily, for the food was truly good, Seth glanced around.
“Are you ready?”
“What have you planned?” Curtis sounded a bit nervous. He was still afraid Seth would turn out to be another action film fan, like Peyton. Seth put his fork down.
“First of all, I want to thank you for including me in your group. You’re all great guys, and I enjoy spending time with you.”
“Flattery won’t save you when your choice of film is bad,” Peyton interrupted Seth, barely hiding his laugh. “And since you’re talking sweet like that, I assume you know some of us won’t like it!” Now he was laughing outright.
Seth growled and shot him an angry look. Leeland just leaned back, enjoyed his food, and listened to the bantering.
“I just wanted to set the right mood,” defended Seth. “As I said, I like you all, and during the course of the past few months, I think I’ve gotten a pretty good insight of what you like and dislike. The film I chose is actually a series. It’s considered a classic by many—” Seth nodded toward Curtis “—has a suitable amount of action—” He looked at Peyton. “—a good sense of humor—” This was addressed to Dean and Collin. “—a heroine who has emancipated herself from the confines of society, and an absolutely crazy story line.” Seth gestured to Leeland and Emilio. Leeland wasn’t sure what to think. This sounded way too good to be true—a film they all equally liked.
“What’s the catch? Is it in Finnish with English subtitles?” It seemed as if Dean shared Leeland’s suspicion.
Seth shook his head. “Oh no, it’s a true American series from the late nineties and early two thousands.”
“Stop drawing this out! Just tell us!”
As usual, Peyton was the first to run out of patience. Seth held his hands up in a dramatic gesture.
“Ladies and…, sorry, gentlemen and gentlemen, I give you—Buffy the Vampire Slayer!”
The reaction to that announcement was a mixed chorus of “Oh no!”, “Wow, cool!”, “I haven’t seen that in ages!”, and “What’s a slayer?” The last came from Curtis, who obviously had no clue what Buffy was. Leeland took pity on him.
“Buffy is a series about a teenage girl who has special powers and kills vampires and demons. Joss Whedon created her because he took pity on all the beautiful, blonde girls who were always the first to die in horror movies. The series is indeed considered a classic by many and said to have given the figure of the vampire a new twist.”
Curtis furrowed his brow. “Shouldn’t we have read Dracula, then, before watching this?”
“No, no, no, no need for that!” Peyton practically screamed. If there was one thing Peyton abhorred, it was reading the original before watching a movie to lend a “deeper meaning to the discussion,” as Curtis liked to put it. It was one of the reasons why Dean and Leeland had seriously discussed watching Game of Thrones—just to see Peyton squirm. Not only Doms could be cruel.
“And you think I’m going to enjoy this?” Curtis regarded Seth with a puzzled look.
“Did I mention there’s a slew of good-looking, scorching-hot guys on the show as well? And two of them are British!”
“Being British doesn’t automatically make for a good performance.” Now Curtis sounded indignant.
“Spike only starts in season two—though he is hot. Can we start with season two?” Peyton begged. Leeland decided to end this before they spent the whole evening discussing a film Curtis hadn’t even seen yet.
“How about we start with season one, just to get the background right for those of us who haven’t seen it or have forgotten about it?”
Seth rose from the couch, patted him on the shoulder on his way to the TV, and started fumbling with the DVD.
They watched the first two episodes, then took a break to clear away the takeout cartons and get the cake samples before watching another three episodes. Curtis did warm up to the series quickly, though to Leeland’s surprise, his favorite character was Cordelia, not Giles. Curtis was a man of many mysteries.
It was almost one in the morning when they finally said their good-byes. Collin was driving with Dean and Peyton, and Emilio was with Curtis. Leeland got behind the steering wheel of his Volvo and sent a quick text to Jonathan that he was on his way. This late at night, Jonathan wanted to know when Leeland got behind the wheel so he didn’t have to worry—or rather, so he knew when to start worrying. Leeland loved him for it. He started the engine to get home to his man.
Chapter 23
“SO WHAT’S my big surprise?”
Jonathan glanced at his lover, who was squirming in the passenger’s seat. After their training with Garrett—now back to only twice a week, and Jonathan definitely didn’t complain—he had suggested they shower together. His boy was sharp enough, though, to realize something was going on when Jonathan started cleaning him thoroughly. Leeland had nagged him until he admitted there was a surprise waiting at home. Now his boy was asking every few minutes on their way back to the apartment. Jonathan found it adorable.
When they arrived, he parked, opened the car door for Leeland, and led him up the stairs to their home. Leeland was practically vibrating.
“I thought for sure the surprise would be at Whisper.”
Jonathan grinned. “Nice try, boy.” He opened the door and put on his Dom face. “Strip. The scene starts now.”
“Yes, Master.” Leeland lowered his gaze, but not before Jonathan had seen the hunger in his eyes. His boy was eager. Jonathan felt his cock responding to this mixture of obedience and need.
It didn’t take Leeland long to get rid of all his clothes. Jonathan nodded his approval.
“Hands behind your head, eyes down. We’re on high protocol. Your safeword?”
“Dust bunny for red, dandelion for slow down, pasture for go.”
“Very good, boy. Follow me.”
He started walking without looking back, knowing his boy would do exactly as he was told. On his way down the hall past their bedroom to the guest room, Jonathan got rid of his own shirt, which had Leeland moaning softly. If Leeland was surprised that they didn’t go to their bedroom, he didn’t comment. Like the perfect sub he was, he just accepted it. Jonathan couldn’t suppress a smile when he opened the door to the guest room and saw everything had turned out the way he had planned. More than a dozen candles burned on various flat surfaces in the room. In the middle of the room stood a massage table, and on it was Thomas, naked, on his back, his hands tied to the legs of the table at each side. Next to Thomas stood Don, the owner of Leathers, the shop where most of the members of Whisper bought their gear, in black leather trousers and nothing else. On a small table to the right side of Thomas’s head lay the equipment they would need for tonight.
“Hello, Don, Thomas. It looks perfect in here.”
Don smiled and took Jonathan’s outstretched hand. “Thank you. You prepared it perfectl
y. All we had to do was light the candles. Hello, Leeland.”
Leeland acknowledged Don’s presence with a slight bow of his head, nothing more. Jonathan knew if his boy wanted to, he could follow protocol down to a T.
“Shall we begin?” Don’s gaze wandered down Leeland’s beautiful body and stopped at the leaking hard-on. Jonathan grinned, filled with a strange sense of ownership pride. This was his boy, his lover, and it pleased him that a Dom as seasoned as Don appreciated Leeland’s perfect body.
“Yes, let’s start.” He turned to Leeland. “On your knees, boy, legs spread. Hands stay where they are. You’re allowed to watch, but no sounds, understood? And no coming either.” The last Jonathan said with a hint of wickedness to his tone. He had meant it when he said the scene started the moment they got through the door.
When Leeland was on his knees in perfect position, Don gestured for Jonathan to come over. “Ready?”
Jonathan nodded. He was grateful Don and Thomas had agreed to this private demonstration. Of all the things Leeland had to sacrifice for his stint in the UFC, going to Whisper and attending demonstrations had been among the hardest, and Jonathan remembered all too well the night when he almost went to the sounding demonstration without his boy. He had promised him they would go together, and tonight he was making good on his promise.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Don nodded. “Good. First, go to the bathroom and wash your hands with the antibacterial soap there.”
Jonathan did as he was told and came back into the room doctor style, not touching the knob on the door. Don held a box with surgical gloves out to him. Jonathan put them on and stepped next to Don. Don started to speak.
“The most important thing in sounding is keeping everything as clean as possible.” He grabbed a bottle of alcoholic sanitizer from the small table and sprayed it generously on Thomas’s groin. Like Leeland, Thomas was hard as nails, and he winced when the cold liquid hit his cock. Don looked at his boy.
“Your safewords, boy?”
Thomas whimpered. “Moneypenny for stop, Moonraker for slow down, Connery for go.”
“Good boy.” Don grabbed Thomas’s cock and sprayed the tip, which had Thomas groaning. Don put the spray back on the table. Then he took a tube of sterile lube and opened it. He grabbed Thomas’s dick again and manipulated the cockhead until the slit looked like an O before pouring the lube into it.
“Anything that goes into your boy’s urethra needs to be sterile. Otherwise you risk an infection or warts or even long-term damage. If you don’t have sterile lube or you aren’t sure if the sounds have been properly sterilized, you don’t do a sounding scene. That’s the beginning and end of it.” Don selected a thin metal rod with a sphere at the end. “You start small,” he explained while he carefully positioned the tip of the metal at Thomas’s slit, “and don’t use excessive pressure. You don’t want to tear anything or even create a dead end in your boy’s urethra. If he has to have a catheter for medicinal reasons and there is a dead end, the catheter can’t reach the bladder. As you can see, the tip is round, and everything is smooth. As long as you’re careful, nothing bad can happen.”
Don started slowly, carefully, pressing the metal rod down. Thomas moaned and whimpered, doing his best to keep still. Jonathan glanced at Leeland, who was watching the scene with huge eyes. His boy’s face and chest were flushed, his breathing heavy, and there was a small puddle of precum on the floor between his spread knees.
“When the rod is in a good position, you let the weight of the sphere do the rest of the work,” Don explained. He was now simply keeping the sound upright while it slid deeper into Thomas’s body, seemingly of its own accord. “When the rod stops, you do not push it deeper. Slide it out, add more lube, and then go in again. Always slowly, always in controlled movements.” He demonstrated what he meant by pulling the sound out and squirting more lube into Thomas’s slit before letting go of the sound again. Thomas was panting. With a smile, Don pulled the sound out completely. The desperate whimper from Thomas’s lips had Jonathan’s cock hardening to the point of pain. Don turned to him.
“Now you try it.” He handed him a slightly thicker sound.
Jonathan inhaled deeply before he took Don’s place. He was grateful for the older Dom’s presence and that he allowed him to try this on Thomas first. Otherwise Jonathan wasn’t sure if he would have had the courage to do it. Under no circumstances did he want to hurt Leeland. He took Thomas’s cock, manipulated the tip as Don had, and positioned the sound.
“Remember, slow movements, no pressure.” Don’s voice sounded calm from somewhere behind Jonathan’s left shoulder.
Jonathan let the sound sink inside Thomas’s slit, allowing the sphere at the end to do the work. When the sound was completely in, Jonathan looked at Leeland. To his utter joy, he saw Leeland’s gaze was fixed on his hands, following every movement Jonathan made. If Jonathan had to guess, he’d say his boy was imagining himself on the massage table. Don stepped next to him to inspect his work.
“Good job. Do you want to try and give Thomas one more, or do you want to work on your own boy?”
One look at Leeland made the decision easy. “My boy.”
“Okay. Go wash your hands again and put on fresh gloves. I’ll untie Thomas.”
Jonathan hurried to the bathroom. While he washed his hands, he heard Don talking to Thomas through the half-open bathroom door.
“You’re such a good boy. So brave. You deserve a reward, my sweet one.”
Jonathan smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He hoped he and Leeland would still be so in love after such a long time as Don and Thomas clearly were.
When he came back to the room, Leeland was already on the massage table. Don looked at Jonathan.
“Do you want to tie him up?”
Jonathan shook his head. “No. This isn’t about obedience. It’s about us.”
The radiant smile he got from his boy told him he’d made the right decision. From the corner of his eye he saw Thomas, who was now kneeling in Leeland’s place with the sound still in his cock, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. Don just grumbled something about lovesick fools who needed to toughen up, which caused Thomas to roll his eyes, something Don didn’t see, or otherwise Jonathan was sure he would have gotten some punishment.
“Now, remember what I told you.” Don opened a second metal box with a fresh set of sounds. Jonathan sprayed a generous amount of sanitizer on Leeland’s groin, took a fresh tube of sterilized lube, wrapped his hand around Leeland’s slim, elegant cock, and stroked it a few times before grabbing the tip. When he squirted the lube on Leeland’s slit, his boy’s moans grew in intensity and his hips lifted slightly from the table. Don placed a steadying hand on Leeland’s stomach.
“Easy, boy. Try to stay down.”
Leeland whimpered. “Yes, Master Don.”
Jonathan smiled. He could feel Leeland’s excitement, and it fueled his own. Slowly, carefully, he inserted the tip of the sound. Leeland made a noise between a pained sob and a desperate whimper. Jonathan stopped, waiting for his boy to adjust to the new sensation before he let the sound slip deeper. It took a while and a bit more lube, but finally the sphere at the end of the sound reached the slit. Jonathan felt dizzy with pride. He’d done it! He felt Don’s hand on his shoulder.
“Very good, Jonathan. Do you want me to stay for one more sound, or shall Thomas and I leave?”
Jonathan hesitated. He wanted to be alone with his boy, but he didn’t feel confident enough to be on his own yet. Luckily, Don seemed to sense his dilemma.
“Why don’t I go to the living room with my boy and fuck his brains out? If anything happens, you just have to call and I’ll be here in a heartbeat. Or once I’ve pulled out of Thomas’s delectable ass.”
Jonathan sighed happily, ignoring the dirty talk from Don and the needy whimper it elicited from Thomas. “Thank you, Don. That’s a great idea.”
From the corner of his eye, Jonath
an saw Leeland fighting to keep his mouth shut. Knowing what worried his boy, he added: “Could you both use condoms? Otherwise Leeland won’t be able to relax, I’m afraid.”
After a moment of silence, Don simply lifted an eyebrow and nodded. Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m going to take my boy on the floor. Less messy, and he likes that, don’t you, Thomas?”
A desperate moan was the answer to that.
“We’ll leave you two alone.”
Jonathan watched Don and Thomas leave the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, he turned back to Leeland, who was chewing his lip.
“What?”
“I wonder if you should have mentioned where the detergent is.”
Jonathan couldn’t help himself. He started to laugh. This was his boy, with all his strange little quirks, and Jonathan was so grateful to have him.
“If they leave a mess, I promise I’m going to clean it up. Can we get with the program now?”
Leeland let go of his lip. A hungry gleam entered his eyes. “Oh yes!”
“So glad you’re still with me.” Jonathan stroked the pretty cock with the sphere sticking out obscenely from the tip. “You’re so beautiful. Now, shall we change to a bigger sound, or should we just have fun with this one?”
Jonathan had meant it as a rhetorical question; still, Leeland answered perfectly. “Whatever you wish, Master.”
Jonathan bent down and kissed Leeland deeply. “I think this one’s good. Let’s have some fun.”
