by Robin Gideon
Adam wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the shaft of his cock as he looked down into Evan’s eyes. He began stroking his cock very slowly, drawing his hand from the base of the shaft up to the edge of his glans, and then back again. His movements were slow, intended to draw out the pleasure.
Evan watched as a drop of pre-cum formed at the slit of Adam’s cockhead. The urge to lift himself up and then taste that single, precious drop of fluid was strong in Evan, but he resisted the urge. He tried to remind himself that he really hadn’t wanted to be tied up, and then put in a position of sexual vulnerability, though this wasn’t an easy thought to enthusiastically embrace. His mouth was salivating with the possibility of taking Adam’s cock to the back of his throat, and then joyously struggling to swallow the enormous flood-tide of cum that would explode from Adam’s balls when he would finally receive enough pleasure.
Evan tested the sash tied tightly around his wrists. There was no yielding in the cloth. When Adam had tied the knot, he’d made damned sure that it wouldn’t be easily undone.
What are you going to do to me?
Evan had intended to speak the question, but he now found that his vocal chords simply wouldn’t work. At least not when he most wanted them to—which was right now.
Evan looked at the cock that was poised just inches from his mouth, and a tremor of desire went through him. He had known—almost from the very beginning of his sex life—that he was a sub, but he’d never met a Dom. Not a real Dom. He had previously gotten involved with a man who pretended to be a Dom, but in truth he was just a man who liked inflicting pain on foolish young men who thought him to be something rather more than he really was. The experience was a painful one for Evan in a thousand different ways.
That man was one of the reasons that Evan hadn’t had sex in as long as he had. Once burned, then a thousand times shy. That’s what Evan now believe with all his heart and soul. It was a lesson he had learned from experience, and a bitter lesson it had been.
He thought about the experience far more than he cared to admit to.
“What are you going to do to me now?”
Evan could hardly believe that he’d managed to actually put voice to the thought. There was a cock that was big and beautifully formed into an erection that looked nothing less that absolutely delicious. It wasn’t an awareness that Evan was pleased to have.
Fuck my mouth, Evan thought, though he had the good sense to not say the words aloud.
Evan watched as another drop of pre-cum formed at the slitted tip of Adam’s cock, and this time it was even more difficult to keep himself from leaning upward and licking off the illicit fluid.
Never in his life had Evan wanted to have a cock in his mouth as much as he had at that very moment. There wasn’t a cell in his body that didn’t ache with the desire to give a blow job.
“You don’t understand,” Adam said quietly, calmly. “There are ten thousand things that you don’t understand about the journey you want so enthusiastically to embark upon.”
Evan heard the disdain in Adam’s voice, and even more importantly, the underlying fury. Evan understood that he was lusted after—it wasn’t something that hadn’t happened to him before. In fact, it was an awareness that was not in the least bit uncommon.
He turned his gaze from Adam’s face down to his erection, which was only inches from his mouth. The pearly drop of pre-cum that glistened from the tip was a temptation of enticing sin the likes of which Evan had never before experienced. He wanted—almost desperately—to lick that single, salty drop of pre-cum from the head of Adam’s cock.
And when he did it, he wanted to hear Adam sigh. With real passion. Perhaps it would be forbidden passion, but Evan wanted to hear it coming from Adam, coming not just from his libido, but from deep down in his soul. Down in the depths where emotions couldn’t be faked or feigned. Down where it really mattered. Down where there was no emotion left but honesty.
“Come,” Evan said softly, watching Adam’s big hand moving slowly back and forth over the formidable erection. “Even if you won’t give me your cock…at least you should give me your cum.”
Contrary to what he had expected, Evan watched as Adam’s hand moved even more slowly back and forth over the length of his cock.
He’s angry with me, Evan thought. I shouldn’t have said anything at all.
But then he watched as Adam’s fingers tightened around the shaft of his cock, and Evan knew that he was in for a sexual treat, one which he’d never before experienced.
He’s just seconds away, Evan thought. He didn’t know whether he should close his eyes, or if it would be more erotic to keep them open when the cum started flying. Several lovers had asked to give him a facial, but he had refused them the pleasure.
I’ve never let anyone give me a facial.
Evan closed his eyes, then opened them an instant later. He wanted to see the deluge coming. He didn’t want to let any of his senses not indulge in the forbidden pleasure he was about to experience. He wanted from Adam what he’d never considered allowing any other man, and that amazed him.
“Uh!”
The sound came out through Adam’s nose, not his mouth. An instant later Evan watched as a stream of cum—thick as cold crème, and white as milk—shot from the head of his cock. The cum hit Evan on the face, and left a gooey line of cream from his forehead down to between his eyes, and then over the side of his nose to the left corner of his mouth, and from there down to his chin and neck.
The urge to close his eyes protectively was powerful, but Evan resisted that impulse. He watched as a second river of cum exploded out of Adam, this time hitting him on the left cheek, just below his eye, and leaving a trail of cum that went from his cheek all the way down to his neck, and from there down to his bare chest.
“Uh!” Adam groaned again, and this time the cum that spewed from him hit Evan on the bridge of his nose, and left a trail of sperm down over his lips and chin.
“Suck!” Adam said in a dictatorial tone, shoving the head of his cock against Evan’s lips. He wasn’t being in the least bit gentle.
Evan allowed his mouth to be leveraged open, and an instant later he had Adam’s plump cockhead wedged snuggly against the opening of his throat. He could feel the cum—warm and faintly salty to the taste buds—dribbling down his face. This was something he never thought he’d let a man do to him…but if there was ever a man he wanted to give him a facial, it was Adam. He just didn’t know it until seconds earlier.
“Fuck,” Adam said softly, pushing the head of his cock even more firmly against the back of Evan’s mouth. “You’ll be the death of me. Everything I thought I believed in I now question.” He let out a soft groan. “And all because of you.”
Chapter 5
“So, there you have it,” Adam said, sitting severely upright in his office chair. “That’s everything that happened, and I’ve told it to you as honestly as I possibly can. I haven’t left anything out.”
He looked at Jared, who had sat quietly in his chair during the early morning confessional, and hadn’t said a word so far. Keeping silent wasn’t a trait Jared was famous for.
Adam looked at him and said, “Well? I know you too well to not think that you don’t have questions.” He closed his eyes and put his face in his palms. “He looks so damn young.”
“He’s twenty-one,” Jared said. “And if you’ll recall, I was twenty when I first became your intern. I had intended on going back to college, but the you two came into my life…and I couldn’t be happier about the way things turned out. But I was, in fact, just twenty when the three of us took this relationship to the next level.”
“At thirty-four I suddenly feel like a molester. Were you really just twenty when we met?”
“Forget about that for now. Let’s get back to the juicy stuff.” Jared tugged at his lower lip, then asked, “So you really didn’t put your cock in his mouth until after you’d come all over his face?”
Adam shook his
head in dismay. “Indelicately but accurately put. Yes, I came on his face, and then I shoved my cock in his mouth.” He closed his eyes. “Coming was one thing, but putting my cock in his mouth was something else entirely. I’d promised the two of you that you would be exclusive, that no one else would be entertained by me. When I put my cock in his mouth, I violated that promise.”
“It was a slip,” Jared said, his voice feather-soft, and filled with understanding that was amazing considering his tender years, “but nothing more sinister than that. It isn’t as though you had set out on a plan of seduction, and then acted upon it.” Jared’s gaze narrowed as he looked at Adam. “Though I must point out the fact that you’ve never given me a facial, and the fact that you haven’t makes me wonder why.” He put his hands on his slender hips. “Am I not good looking enough?” His tone dipped low, and the uncertainty in his soul sounded in every word he spoke. “You’d want to baptize me if I was more handsome, wouldn’t you? You’d want to come all over my face if I was better looking, wouldn’t you?”
Adam rose from his chair, eased his hands around Jared’s neck, and said quietly, “Those are questions to be answered at another time.”
* * * *
I can do this, Evan thought. I have to do this.
But he didn’t want to. What he wanted to do was run and hide, rather than tell Jared everything that he had seen, and everything that he had done.
I want what Jared’s got. I want a part of them. I want into that inner circle.
All he had to do was convince a young man who was a new friend that he wanted to disrupt his life, possibly in a thousand different ways.
Evan opened the door, and saw that Jared was sitting at his desk.
I’ll just spill my guts and tell him the whole truth. Whatever happens after that is all up to Jared.
Even stepped into the outer office, more scared of the future than he’d ever been in his life.
* * * *
“I feel as though I’m skating on ice that’s very thin,” Adam said, later in the day, looking at the people he loved the most in the world. “I have to say that I feel as though I have much to lose, and very little to gain, by having Evan here in the office.”
Jared cleared his throat to draw attention to himself, then said, “His experiences in the D/s life haven’t been rewarding. In fact, they’ve been pretty horrible. More S&M than D/s. Lots of pain and very little pleasure. He said he knew you”—he nodded toward Adam—“were a Master Dom from the first moment that he shook your hand. The moment he touched you made all the difference in the world.”
“It wasn’t when he caught the three of us…”
His words faded away. Inadvertently being seen receiving a blow job was still something that didn’t rest easily with his psyche. He didn’t mind giving a show, but the circumstances had to be right for it. He had so much to lose and so little to gain by including Evan into his elite, exclusive life circle.
“It’s up to you,” Adam said softly, to Jared exclusively. “I just don’t want anything or anyone to mess with the happiness that we’ve got. I’ve stumbled around too long being unhappy to not know just how great I’ve got it right now.”
Michael raised his hand, as though he was still in a classroom and was asking for permission to speak.
“What?” Adam said. There was a harshness in his tone that he didn’t like, but he couldn’t deny.
“It sort of makes sense that he becomes one of us.” Michael made a vague, ambiguous waving gesture with his hands. “Just as I am the beta Dom to you, so too Evan will be a beta sub to Jared. Even if we take sex out of the equation, there’s something truly erotic about Jared having a sub, now isn’t there?”
Adam smiled. It was his first real smile in quite some time.
“I’ve never looked at it that way, but now that you’ve said it, I can’t deny the truth of it.” He chucked softly. “A sub having a sub? That’s something I’ve never considered, much less given serious thought to.” He smiled. “I suspect that doesn’t say anything good about me.”
Jared raised his hand. When all eyes were turned toward him, he said, “I see no reason why this won’t be a happily ever after for all of us. I really think it’ll work.”
Adam closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then said, “Geniuses. I’ve surrounded myself with geniuses.”
* * * *
“Pretend as though nothing you’re about to see surprises you,” Jared said, his voice a whisper directly into Evan’s ear. “It’s all going to be fucking weird, but you’ve got to pretend that nothing is out of the ordinary.”
Evan nodded, though his heart was pounding in his chest, and the fears that had first come to bloom in his soul were now flowering like dandelions during the first spring rains.
The fact that Evan was sitting in a limousine was reason enough for him to be uncomfortable. Bayou boys simply didn’t go anywhere in a limousine, unless they were driving it for someone else. And here he was, sitting with men he knew lusted after him—one of whom happened to be a billionaire, though Evan tried hard to not think too much about that—about to have a dinner in some restaurant he’d never heard of, and in all likelihood would never be allowed entrance to unless Adam was close at hand to give him the imprimatur that he needed.
Evan closed his eyes, but only for a moment, as the limousine came to a stop in front of a dark warehouse that looked for all the world to have been abandoned. The windows seemed to all have been painted over. Not so much as a single glint of light shone from within.
But there was sound from inside the forlorn-looking building. There was the pounding rhythm of electronic dance music, and beneath that, the sound of men talking—to each other, and just loud enough to be heard above the electronic music.
Evan wondered just what kind of establishment he was going into.
“Are you sure?” Evan asked Jared as they got out of the limousine. “This neighborhood…”
“It isn’t what you expected, I’m sure,” Jared replied, “but I assure you, there’s more pleasure to be found here than anywhere else in the world.”
“I’m sure that’s true,” Evan replied, though in fact he wasn’t at all sure it was true. From appearances, the building seemed to have been abandoned years earlier. It sure as hell didn’t seem to be the kind of place a billionaire would frequent.
The entrance into the century-old brick building led into an elevator that had been meant to carry heavy stock to the floors above. Adam touched a button, then smiled into the camera strategically placed into the upper corner of the elevator. Presently, the far doors opened, and a young man in a white suit and necktie with a black leather belt stepped forward and nodded in greeting.
It was obvious to Evan that Adam was no stranger to the establishment, and that entrance to the establishment was strictly enforced.
“Mr. Adam, it’s so good to see you again,” a young man, holding an iPad, said with an enthusiasm at seeing Adam that Evan found slightly disconcerting. “I see you have a guest.” His gaze went fleetingly toward Evan before returning to Adam. “You understand our policy regarding guests and staff…”
“He needs no one,” Adam said, his tone soft though still distinctly authoritarian. “All we need is a table and some privacy.”
“And that you shall have,” the young man said. His gaze flicked one last time toward Evan. The glance didn’t last a full second.
The booth they had been escorted to was slightly different than any other that Evan had ever sat in. The table itself was slightly taller than was usual, Evan noted. And the benches that faced the table were lush, thickly padded, and as comfortable as any he’d ever sat on—though it seemed they were two or three inches lower than normal. The tablecloth itself was specifically made for the table, Evan saw immediately, so that the fabric hugged the end of the table where it met the far end, came down to the thigh level on the sides, and ran down to nearly skim the floor on the open end.
“Sit,” Adam said quietly. “
The menu’s rather limited, but you’ll find that whatever you order will be nothing less than exquisite. And the service is positively divine.” He smiled. “Trust me on this one.”
Evan felt as though the walls of a cage were closing in around him, only he didn’t know who the villain was, or what the trap actually consisted of.
He was sitting on one side of the booth, next to Adam, and Jared was sitting on the opposite side, next to Michael.
“The surf and turf is particularly delightful here,” Adam said, not bothering to look at the menu. “There’s something special about a nice oven-broiled lobster paired with a New York strip done medium rare that really can’t be topped.” He leaned to the side almost conspiratorially, as though he was about to divulge some secret that could topple governments should the information get into the wrong hands. “It’s so delicious that eating it feels like a sin. Isn’t that about as good as anything you can hope for?”
Yes, Evan thought, never having had the finances to order a steak and lobster for himself. That’s more than I could hope for.
The conversation that ensued was more bland than Evan than thought it would be. He kept expecting Adam to start making sexual innuendoes, but they never materialized. Adam was nothing if not the perfect gentleman—much to Evan’s surprise, and slight annoyance. He had rather treasured the thought of catching Adam by the wrist and pushing his grasping hand away from his most intimate and sensitive places, stopping caresses that might lead to territories of sensuality that Evan was not yet willing to explore with the billionaire.
When the food came, Evan had to close his eyes for a moment as he chewed his perfectly prepared lobster. He’d tasted lobster only once before, and that was when he had foolishly begun dating an older gentleman of substantial income—who Evan discovered expected sexual satisfaction once he paid for an expensive meal. If he paid, he felt he had the right to get laid. It wasn’t an attitude Evan shared.
