by Robin Gideon
He put on his robe. It was made of cotton, and he had owned it for quite a number of years. It showed its age. He knotted the sash, and while he did so, he noticed that his cock was already half-hard in anticipation of voyeuristic delights.
It’s not going to take long tonight, he thought, understanding his own body, and what it needed. With the right video, I’ll go over the top in seconds.
On the small, round table that constituted his dining room table, he touched the start button that activated his laptop computer. It was the one thing in the room that was worth more than pocket change.
The computer was the only thing in the room that gave him any pleasure.
Evan tapped in the secret code that gave him access to the websites he frequented, and then a moment later he was accessing videos that specialized in young men servicing multiple partners.
He found a video which exactly provided the visual entertainment that he wanted. The young man at the center of all attention was blond, pale, well-muscled but not overly so, and lovely to look at. The men surrounding him were older, and though some of them were in top physical form, others were not. Evan tried to not think too much about those who were not. Fantasies were like soap bubbles that could easily burst.
He has only two hands and one mouth, Evan thought as he watched the young actor struggling to satisfy six men at the same time while on his knees. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to pleasure so many men at the same time.
Without blinking, he watched the activities on his laptop computer. As Evan stroked his erection, he could feel it becoming longer and harder, growing to its full stature as both tactile and visual stimulation worked its magic upon his lustful senses.
Patience, he told himself as he slowly caressed his cock. Let’s make this last a long time before we pull the trigger.
He released his cock, then reached for his can of Miller Lite. The aluminum felt particularly cool against his fingertips, but Evan knew that this was only because a moment earlier he had been holding his hard, hot cock in his hand. He took several swallows of beer before he set the can down on the table, and resumed stroking his rock-solid erection.
The rap of knuckles on his door was one of the most disturbing sounds that Evan had ever heard. His first thought was that it was one of his friends, but he had already explained over his cell phone to them that he had a screaming headache that just wouldn’t go away, so they were willing to let him abandon their nightly gathering.
With his teeth clenched in frustration, Evan got to his feet. He wasn’t at all happy about being bothered—not when he had already promised himself at least two hours of voyeuristic self-indulgent entertainment before he climaxed. The fact that he was going to accomplish his climax entirely alone—but assisted with some icy-cold pilsner beer—was only marginally annoying, and he tried hard to not think too much about this rather lamentable fact of his life. The alternatives, he told himself, were much worse.
He unlocked the deadbolt of his door, tightened the sash of his robe around his waist, and wondered what he should do about the erection he had tenting his robe. He decided to open his door, but he’d stay mostly hidden behind it. He promised himself that his door wouldn’t be open for more than fifteen seconds. Maximum.
When he opened his door, he found himself looking at Adam, who held not simply a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, but an entire case of it. Evan couldn’t even imagine what an entire case of Grey Goose vodka would cost. A single bottle of it was out of his price range, way beyond his discretionary budget. Though he sometimes splurged in a tavern and ordered himself a single shot, which he sipped slowly, savoring every drop, it was an extremely rare occurrence.
“Mr. Adam, what are you doing here?” Evan heard himself say. It was as though someone else was speaking. It was thoroughly disorienting to see Adam at his doorstep. “I…I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I thought that we might have a brief conversation,” Adam said, his voice only a little beneath a normal conversational tone. “It seems to me that you and I should probably discuss some things, and it’s probably best that we discuss them when we’re not at the office.”
“Yes. Of course,” Evan replied, though he was not at all certain he wanted to discuss anything with Adam, and most certainly not in his own small, efficiency apartment, when he was wearing nothing but a tattered robe. “Whatever you want.”
I didn’t just say that!
But Evan knew that he had spoken those words, and most damning of all was that he suspected there was an undercurrent of sexuality in his words that he hadn’t ever intended. Lust was the last thing he wanted to feel in Adam’s presence. His libido had never been an obedient part of himself.
But sexuality was there, nevertheless, and Evan could deny it all he wanted to, but Adam had picked up on it, and there was no taking it back, no denying it.
Evan moved aside when Adam stepped into his apartment. He found himself fighting to keep his breathing slow and even. Being close to Adam made a thousand different things more difficult than they otherwise would be. Evan now understood that Adam was a larger-than-life figure, and that was something that he had never before experienced.
Evan was grateful that surprise and fear had dwindled his erection, so at least he no longer that that to hide, though he still felt terribly vulnerable dressed in only a cotton robe that had seen much better days many years ago.
“I’m afraid that we didn’t properly begin our relationship on the right foot,” Adam said, putting the case of Grey Goose on the table beside Evan’s laptop. “I’ve come to apologize.” He smiled. “I’m hoping you’ll let me.”
He smiled again, and Evan felt his heart doing a summersault. Several of them, in fact.
“You’ve done nothing to apologize for,” Evan said. “If anything, I’m the one to apologize for…my bad behavior.” He turned his gaze away briefly. “I’m afraid I’m often not the man I wish I was.”
Evan closed his eyes, and turned his face downward. He understood that there were words that should be spoken, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think of what those words should be.
“Oh. Oh, my,” Adam said, his voice hardly more than a whisper. “Look at that!”
Evan suddenly realized that he hadn’t turned off his computer. The erotic video that he had started—the one where a young man was on his knees giving blow jobs to five or six men, sucking one and then another, taking his time with each one to give maximum pleasure—was still playing on his monitor.
Evan made a move toward his computer, but Adam blocked his path, and a moment later was sitting in the chair that Evan had used seconds earlier. There was an expression on Adam’s face, but it said nothing at all. The sight of it sent ice flowing through Evan’s veins.
“I came here thinking you’re the most virginal, delicate flower in the hothouse.” He stared at the activities happening on the laptop computer. The image was lurid. “But obviously I’ve been very much mistaken.”
Fuck, Evan thought, understanding that he had just made a mistake that would have consequences that would go far beyond the room he now lived in. There’s not going to be an easy way out of this.
If there was anything Evan was certain of, it was that he was in trouble. He just didn’t know what kind of trouble it was, or how difficult it would be to extricate himself from that trouble.
Evan moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, saw Adam react to it, then told himself he would never again do that. It was never good to stoke such flames. Particularly not with ultra-powerful men.
“It’s not fair,” Evan said softly, not certain what he was talking about. But somehow “fairness” seemed important, and it didn’t seem to favor him.
“No, it’s not,” Adam replied, his tone almost cruel.
A shiver went through Evan. This was unlike anything he had ever before experienced. He looked at Adam, and told himself that men like him were going to do him harm, whether they intended to, or not. Men like Adam simp
ly couldn’t be good for men like Evan, and of that, he had no doubts.
Oh…but good Lord, wasn’t the man just too handsome for words?
Stop thinking that way! Evan told himself, though the self-castigation did virtually nothing to keep him from lusting after Adam. To feel anything other than lust for Adam was impossible.
“Blowbang,” Adam said quietly, but with authority. He was referencing the video on the laptop. It took a few seconds for Evan to realize this. “And when you watch this, it’s you that you envision on your knees, not one of the men standing. That’s the truth, now isn’t it?”
Evan almost admitted the fact, but then something inside him forced him to remain silent. Yes, he thought to himself, I’m always the one on his knees. But I only fantasize about it. I don’t really live it.
“Don’t do this to me,” Evan said softly. “I’m vulnerable right now.” The statement was more honest than he had intended. “I’m feeling very vulnerable…and I don’t like it.”
“My, my, my,” Adam said softly as he watched the activities on the computer screen. The young man, who was the center of attention for so many other men, was giving blow jobs here and there, dispensing his oral skills without consummate skill.
I’d give each one more time, Evan thought as he watched the young actor move from one man’s erection to the next. Evan, however, had never been with more than one man at a time…though he had often fantasized about doing such a thing.
“I thought I was going to come here to apologize for what you caught me doing,” Adam said, his gaze focused on the laptop monitor, and the activities that were occurring there. “But obviously, I was mistaken. You’re a bit more worldly than I had first thought.”
“It’s not like that,” Evan heard himself say. “I’m not really like what you’re thinking.”
“Now I think you’re lying to me.” Adam’s tone became cold as ice. “I have always despised being lied to.”
“It’s not like that,” Evan said. He heard the quiver in his own words, and though he wanted to pretend that they weren’t there, he knew that they were…and he knew that Adam caught the difference in his tone.
“Please, sir….” Evan tried to say more, but the words just would form in his vocal chords.
“Possibly,” Adam replied ambiguously. “Possibly not.” He smiled, and it was a scary thing for Evan to see. “I guess the future is filled with nothing but possibilities.”
Evan took a half-step to his left, so that he wouldn’t be directly in front of Adam. Adam also took a half-step, making sure that he had deftly blocked Evan’s escape to the door.
They had been playing a harmless game…but now it had taken on a much more serious nature.
Now they were playing for keeps, even though neither of them would admit to playing anything, much less anything as serious as what was happening now.
“Let’s watch together,” Adam said, his voice a carnal purr. “I’m interested in finding out your interests.”
“It’s a mistake to confuse harmless fantasies with real-life desires.” Evan was quite pleased with himself for how serious and thought-out that last statement sounded. There was a confidence in it that he didn’t really feel. “A man with your experience should know that.”
He saw the glint of anger flash in Adam’s dark eyes, and Evan knew that he was skating on very thin ice. He had no idea what course of action he should chart.
“Let’s be adventurous. Let’s watch together.” Adam grinned, but there as little warmth in the expression. “Let me get to know a little more about my new intern.”
“I’d rather not,” Evan said, his heart rate accelerating furiously. He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles nearly white with tension. “This…this is where I live.”
“And love, I suspect,” Adam said, moving forward but to the side as he stepped deeper into the one-room efficiency apartment. He looked at the small bed in the corner of the room. His gaze lingered.
“I have no intention of discussing my love life with you.” Evan heard the shrill tone of his own voice, and promised himself he would never again speak in such a manner. “That’s a part of my life that has nothing to do with you or our working relationship.”
Adam replied with a half-smile that pulled up the right corner of his mouth. His gaze went slowly up and down over Evan. It was a look that caressed with a connoisseur’s sense of touch, like an artist’s who works with clay. A shiver went through Evan. He had no idea how to rationally react to Adam’s allure.
“Let’s see if we have”—his gaze went to the computer, and his voice dipped low—“similar interests.”
“No!”
There was a fear in Evan’s voice that disturbed him. When Adam moved toward his computer, Evan stepped in his way, physically blocking his advance. The video on his computer was one that he had no intention of sharing with anyone—especially not with a man he had only exchanged a few words with, and who had dictatorial control over his employment. Evan raised his hands and started to put his palms on Adam’s chest to push him away.
That’s when he realized just how much stronger Adam was, and how much faster his reflexes were.
Adam grabbed him by the left wrist, his fingers tightening like steel bands. In the next instant Evan’s arm was wrenched behind his back, and suddenly he was facing away from Adam instead of toward him. Even before he could start to struggle, he was pushed face-down on his bed. Adam’s powerful body pressed him deeper into the mattress. The sensation was both erotic and frightening.
Evan tried to resist, but before he could put forward and effective defense, both his arms were behind his back, and an instant after that, the sash of his old, cotton robe was wrapped around his wrists and tightly knotted. And since the sash was still fitted through the loops at the hips of his robe, his robe was now knotted wide open.
Chapter 4
Stop now, Adam told himself. It was the calm voice of understanding that was speaking in his brain, the quiet, eminently reasonable voice that gave him good advice that was wise to listen to…when he was wise, which wasn’t often. Nothing good can come of this.
This rational voice was immediately drowned out by the clamorous screams of a libido that was racing into high gear, and showing no signs at all of slowing down before complete and total sexual satisfaction was achieved. It was this voice he most often listened to, though he rather often wished he wouldn’t.
Adam grabbed Evan by the arm, just above his elbow, released his weight from the young man he was sitting on, and turned him over. He flipped Evan from being on his stomach to being on his back in an instant, and did it seemly with only a minimal effort.
His blood was boiling in his veins. The vows he’d made to remain faithful to Michael and Jared were screaming in his brain, and they were promises that he could not and would not forget—but still, Evan was a temptation as enticing as anything he’d ever known. Though he’d not so much as lowered his zipper or opened his belt, his cock was rock-solid and aching to be released from its confines. It was like a caged lion fighting against its imprisoning steel bars.
Adam shifted his position slightly, so that he now straddled Evan’s prone body with his knees. Looking down at the beautiful young man he hardly knew at all, he wondered just how much guilt he’d feel if he fucked Evan’s mouth. A moment later, the answer slithered like poison through his brain, and when it did, he knew he wouldn’t give in to his baser instincts. His willpower was stronger than that.
Jared and Michael are too important to me to cheat on them, he thought. They’re permanent. Evan is just a diversion, a temporary illusion, like a mirage. He smiled as he looked down at Evan. This is the Fates testing my willpower. He began pulling down the zipper of his hand-tailored trousers. I’ll prove to the Fates that my will is strong, and that I’ll not violate my vows to Michael and Jared.
It was a bit of a struggle, but Adam eventually got both his hard cock and his throbbing balls out through the fly of his trousers
. As he did this, his gaze never once left Evan’s. Both men hardly even blinked. The head of Adam’s cock hovered six inches above Evan’s mouth.
The urge to thoroughly and dominatingly face fuck the young man was so strong in Adam that he could hardly breathe. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this way. He wanted desperately to fuck the beautiful young man’s mouth.
But to do that would violate the promise he had given to Michael and Jared. He had promised he would dispense his sexual pleasures with them, and only with them. It was a promise he had made willingly, and one that he had every intention of keeping—even if it drove him thoroughly insane with unrequited desire.
* * * *
He’s the Dom I’ve been looking for my whole life.
The thought, when it fully registered in Evan’s brain, came with it equal measures of satisfaction and discomfort. The first emotion came in finally understanding that the man he had always been looking for was right there, sitting on his chest, with a cock that was impressive in both length and girth. The downside of the awareness was that he’d been trying to think of himself as anything other than a submissive. He could deny this fact for as long as he wanted to, but that still wasn’t going to change a single key factor in the equation. He was a sub in search of a Dom, and that was a fact, whether he liked it, or not.
Evan tested the terrycloth sash wrapped tightly around his wrists and knotted. If he was certain of anything, it was that he had been securely tied up by a man who had done such things many times before, and knew what the hell he was doing when he put someone in bondage.
Evan was going to be tied up until Adam decided otherwise.
“I wasn’t spying on you,” Evan said, his voice hardly more than a whisper. “At least, I hadn’t set out to. But when I saw you…I just couldn’t turn away. I know I should have…but I couldn’t.”
Adam looked down at him and smiled. It was a predatory smile of a man who had had his way with others far, far too many times already in his life, and he knew that he would enjoy the privilege many more times before he had shed his mortal coil. This awareness sent a shiver through Evan. Despite Adam’s allure, Evan knew that he was precisely the kind of man he should avoid.
