by Robin Gideon
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Just like the floor below, the liquor bar was on one end of the room, and the farther from that bar one went, the darker it got. Adam headed toward it, knowing that the other men would be following him. He was in total control, and he knew it. What he wasn’t so certain of was whether or not he wanted to allow Evan into his tight, exclusive romantic world. Despite his vast wealth, he had been unhappy all of his life—that is until Michael and then Jared became integral parts of his life. Then, suddenly, everything stared to make sense to Adam. The dark, stormy clouds of depression that seemed to forever be over his head disappeared over time. The vague sense that something was wrong, but he just didn’t quite know what it was, simply went away.
It took weeks before Adam finally figured out just exactly how great his finally had it, whatever the fuck it was. All Adam was absolutely certain of was that at last he could close his eyes at night and feel contentment in his soul. When he woke in the morning and saw Jared and Michael sleeping, he was especially careful to not do anything that might disturb their sleep as he got out of bed.
Michael and Jared had suddenly and mysteriously made Adam not simply a thoughtful man, but a kinder man. He understood that they were making him a better man.
Adam understood that this wouldn’t have happening without the introduction of Jared and Michael into his life, and he wasn’t certain he was willing to let Evan possibly put that nearly surreal bliss in jeopardy now that he was living it. A change in one’s life wasn’t always a change for the better, he reminded himself.
Adam looked around the room. With the lighting as low as it was, there was little he could see. The most obvious difference between this bar and the one just one floor below was that all the men were wearing silk robes. The members wore black silk robes that came down to their calves, and the “entertainment” wore white silk robes that came down barely to their mid-thighs.
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Evan hadn’t exactly led the most celibate life, but what was unfolding before him as he walked through Club Caligula simply staggered the mind and imagination.
The first thing they did was walk to the bar and order cocktails. Evan was normally a beer drinker, but on this night, and for this occasion, he had requested a gin and tonic. It was a nice, light, cooling drink—especially on a sweltering bayou day out in the sun—but he felt like he needed to cool down, to calm himself, and to rationally observe the world he was practically begging to become a part of.
Evan stood close to Jared. He made a point of always staying close to Jared because he trusted him, and they had spent quality time together. They hadn’t really spent that many days together, but those days had been important ones, and the stories they shared were honest ones.
The ambience of Club Caligula was that of Roman decadence—but with modern conveniences. While the stools at the bar looked like they were made out of rough-hewn wood, they were really wood wrapped with some kind of padding, then covered with vinyl that had been made to look like old wood. Along the walls were “torches” which were actually holographic images in a two-inch thick and three-foot long electronic device.
Evan took a sip of his cocktail, and tried to tell himself that nothing would happen that he didn’t want to have happen. The trouble was, he didn’t know what he wanted to have happen.
“Be careful of how much you drink,” Jared said, standing close enough so that their forearms were touching. “Craziness here can make you forget whether it’s your second or fifth cocktail.”
I adore you, Evan thought. You’re always protecting me…most often from myself.
“I’ll be careful, and mind my P’s and Q’s.”
“These aren’t pints and quarts, but I like the analogy. When we all go to London the next time, I’ll have to show you our favorite club. It’s in Kensington, and it’s one of my favorite places on the whole planet. Michael and Adam love it, too.”
“They introduced you to it?”
Jared grinned and turned his face partially aside for a moment. “You can hardly imagine all that they’ve introduced me to.” He laughed softly for a moment, and looked away. Evan suspected he was recalling memories that were both pleasant and erotic. For several seconds he felt a sense of envy, then he chased the emotion away. “If they allow you into the fold—if you become one of us—your life will change completely, and the experiences that they’ll introduce you to will change the way you look at the world forever. I promise you that.”
“And that’s a good thing?” Evan wasn’t quite as confident in the change as Jared.
“There isn’t enough money in the world to buy what it is they’re about to give you.” He took Evan’s hand and squeezed it. “Trust me. You’ve got to trust me.”
Evan looked around Club Caligula. The men wearing black robes were mostly in their thirties and forties, though some were in their fifties. Those wearing white robes were generally in their early twenties, though some were in their middle to late twenties. The place exuded an aura of decadence and wealth. Evan could almost smell the taboo desires. Evan wasn’t at all certain whether he liked the ambience. Wealth and the wealthy had always sent the alarm bells of danger clanging in his head, and he’d always made a point of heeding those warnings.
“Let’s finish our drinks, get a second round, and then we’ll do some exploring,” Adam said. He was standing close to Evan and Jared. Evan felt the heat of his nearby body, even though he knew that this wasn’t really possible. Passion had a way of distorting perceptions and reality. “Keep an open mind…but remember, these are waters you’re wanting to swim in.”
Evan nodded, then took another sip of his drink. He was a little surprised to discover that he’d already swallowed every drop.
Evan watched as a handsome man in his early to middle forties walked up to a young man in a white robe, approaching him from behind. He took the white-clad man’s hand. When the “entertainment” turned to see who had taken his hand, the black-clad man leaned forward, kissed him on the lips for a full thirty seconds, then began leading him away from the bar and into the darkness.
Just like that, Evan thought. He made his choice and acted on it. Money and power let him have whatever and whoever he wants. He takes his power over others for granted.
Evan wanted to be resentful, but he reminded himself that the white-robed young man was here voluntarily, and that when the kiss had ended, the young man’s face was flushed with excitement that was honest and real and not in the least bit feigned. Whatever was about to happen was entirely consensual.
Now Evan was really interested in finding out what was happening in the darkness of the far end of Club Caligula, where the lights were very dim, and the secrets were the darkest.
A shiver went through Evan. There were still hours left to this evening, and already he had seen so much that was completely new to him. What more could there be? The possibilities staggered his imagination.
Evan watched as another black-robed club member approached a decades-younger man in a white robe, took him by the hand, and without so much as a word of introduction began leading him into the darkness.
The second round of cocktails was dispensed, and when Evan took the first sip of his cocktail, he reminded himself that he had to pace his drinking. If he didn’t, he’d get more intoxicated than he had wanted to, and that tended to lead him toward behavior he later regretted.
“Come,” Adam said, “let’s all find out what appalling things members of this exclusive club are getting up to, shall we?”
Out of the side of his mouth, Evan said to Jared, “Stay close to me.”
“Don’t worry,” Jared replied, his voice so low it was just barely audible. “I’ve got your back.”
What Evan had not noticed when he first stepped into Club Caligula was the black wall with the doorless entryway. There were men dressed in black robes standing near the doorway. It seemed as though they were deliberating whether or not they should go farther. Evan suspected the doorway really
a gateway to a new life, a new way of looking at the world, a new…everything.
He was more than just a little frightened of the doorway, and what lay beyond.
Adam turned and looked down into Evan’s blue gaze. “You’re sure you want to go through with this? There’s nothing that says you can’t stop right now.”
Evan suspected that his throat really wouldn’t formulate words properly, so he simply nodded. When Adam smiled his approval, Evan felt his heart skip a beat. In the back of his mind he remembered what it had felt like to be tied up and on his back, watching as Adam stroked his own magnificent cock. And later, when the deluge began, cum that was warm white and very thick spewing from the slit at the tip of Adam’s ruddy cockhead, splashing down on his face, treating him to an experience that he’d never allow any other lover.
Only he and Adam weren’t really lovers, he reminded himself. Not lovers yet, anyway. Evan had experienced the great man’s cock in his mouth for only a couple seconds, but that was long enough for him to know that he wanted it there again, and for a much, much longer span of time.
As he stepped through the doorway, Evan told himself that he had to have the self-discipline to keep his licentious thought, those libidinous memories of Adam, out of his consciousness. At least for now. What he had to concentrate on was what kind of life he was thinking about embracing.
The first device he saw confused him. From the floor to the eight-foot ceiling were three vertical boards, and then attached to them were five horizontal boards. The contraption was about four feet from the wall, running parallel to it.
Evan stepped closer and touched one board, and discovered that, like the furniture in the bar, it was really vinyl made to look like wood, with padding beneath it.
“I don’t get it,” Evan said, keeping his voice low. There were other men all around. Some were moaning with passion. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was audible…and erotic. There were people all around in in the shadows. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
The only illumination were the electronic “torches” on the walls, and they offered only dim, flickering light, and were spaced well away from each other.
They had hardly walked twenty feet when Evan saw movement from his right. The middle-aged millionaire who had approached his young lover from behind was wrapping a leather cuff around the young man’s wrist. Evan stifled his gasp of surprise when he watched as ropes were pulled, then wrapped around steal cleats attached to the wall. It had taken only thirty seconds, but that’s all the time it took to have the handsome “entertainment” bound in place, with his hands over his head, secured in leather cuffs, and his ankles similarly bound and attached to cleats on the floor. The middle-aged Caligula member untied the sash of his white silk robe, giving Evan a view of his body. The man was lean, his body well-toned, his cock at three-quarters extension.
“Oh, fuck,” Evan whispered as the middle-aged man sank to his knees, and then began giving a blow job.
They’ve just met. They’ve hardly spoken to each other, and already they’re getting it on.
After a full two minutes of voyeuristic arousal, Adam said, “Let’s keep going. There’s a lot more for you to see.”
Evan could hardly blink. Though he’d watched his fair share of naughty videos on the internet, he’d never actually watched one man giving another a blow job. Not in real life. As he stood there, some fifteen or twenty feet from the actions of the kneeling man and the bound man, Evan decided that real life was far more erotic to watch than some video on his computer.
I could never do that with people around, Evan thought, but it’s erotic as hell to watch others doing it.
He felt his cock twitching slightly, beginning to grow. The paper-thin silk of his robe would do nothing at all to hide his erection beneath it. Evan hoped he had the strength of will and self-discipline to not get a raging hard-on, which would embarrass the hell out of him. There was no way he could hide something like that.
There was another wall, painted flat-black like the first one. When Evan stepped through the doorway, he discovered that there was a series of divans, each of which had leather manacles attached to ropes that were knotted around the four legs. On one of the divans a man in his early fifties was stretched out, his wrists and ankles bound, as a young man in a white robe knelt between his wide-spread legs while he slowly and artfully gave a blow job.
Similar activities were happening on other divans.
Evan’s head was spinning. He never dreamed that this kind of taboo entertainment happened in the world.
Evan looked around and blinked several times. It was difficult for him to grasp the fact that such a place existed in New Orleans without him knowing about it. He’d always thought that he was “in the know” about such matters, but he now realized that his knowledge was sadly lacking.
It’s the money, he told himself. I didn’t know about this place because you’ve got to have a fortune to be a member here. Only the very rich are invited to this party.
Evan had been poor every single day of his life. Poverty was wrapped around him like a cheap coat the looked bad and didn’t keep him warm.
“Let’s keep going,” Adam said, placing his hand lightly on Evan’s shoulder. The touch of his hand shocked Evan, though he knew it shouldn’t have. “There are two more room I want to show you.”
There was a buzzing in Evan’s brain that wouldn’t go away. He could hardly hear Adam’s words, even though they were spoken almost directly into his ear.
In the next room Evan saw, for the first time in his life, a pillory. Actually, a series of pillories, each one placed several feet from the walls of each corner. Each pillory was made to secure two men. The lower half had half-moon cutouts for the heads and wrists of two men. The upper half also had cutouts for the head and wrists, but was split in two, so that if two men were locked in place, one could be removed without the other man being freed.
Someone had put a lot of forethought into the pillories before making them, Evan decided.
There were six pillories in the room, three on either side. Of the twelve places for men, there were three young men locked into place, and behind each young man was a black-robed club member standing behind him. Though Evan couldn’t see the action going on, he knew that each young “entertainer” was being given a rousingly good ass fucking.
Harsh, no doubt, but thoroughly entertaining.
“Oh…” Evan muttered.
He tried to say something more, but the words just wouldn’t come.
He looked at the faces of the young men who were locked in place in the pillories. Each time they were filled with cock, they were thrust forward against the padded surface of the pillory, and they gasped each time they were impaled.
“Come on,” Adam said, his voice a little gravelly now. “There’s still one more room that I want to show you.”
“There’s more?” Evan` said softly. It was almost inconceivable to him that the decadence could be any more intense. He could feel his pulse racing through his veins. He turned his attention to a young man not ten feet away who was secure inside a pillory, and getting fucked hard and fast by the man behind him who—in all likelihood—had not seen him more than thirty minutes earlier.
“There’s more?” Evan said in a whisper. “What could be more than this?”
“Follow me,” Adam said, “and you’ll find out for yourself.” He chuckled softly. “It’s named after a saint. That practically makes it holy, doesn’t it?”
Chapter 7
The third room had four St. Andrew’s crosses in it, each angled backward at forty-five degrees. Each one in a corner of the room. There were two young men on the seven-foot-long and ancient-designed but recently made devices. One man was strapped face-down, and the other face-upward. The young man who was strapped to the cross on his stomach had a handsome man with coal-black hair that was perfectly graying at the temples, and a physique that had been sculpted at either an exclusive spa or at
his own in-home exercise room with his personal trainer. He was behind the young man and pumping his hips vigorously. The submissive getting wildly fucked in the ass was screaming in ecstasy as he pulled against the straps binding his wrists and ankles. Evan could tell that it wasn’t a theatrical response from the young man. He really was enjoying the harsh physicality of the ass-fucking he was getting.
Evan wondered whether it was more erotic to get ass-fucked by a billionaire as opposed to a waiter. It was a question he’d never before had to ask himself.
Evan felt his cock getting longer and harder as he watched what was happening all around him. For a moment he tried to hide his growing erection with his hands, but he quickly abandoned the effort. The silk robe gave him little cover, and besides, Jared was also aroused, his cock tenting his robe, and he was making no effort at all to hide the fact that he was turned on by the activities that he was watching.
Evan tried to keep his attention focused on what was happening to the young man strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross, but it was impossible for him to not look at the hidden cock beneath Jared’s robe. Suddenly, memories of watched Jared giving blow jobs to Adam and Michael came to mind. When they did, Evan’s cock sprang almost instantly to full extension as lusty blood coursed through his veins. The urge to sink to his knees and give Jared a blow job was almost overpowering, even though he had never before behaved in an erotic manner when there were other men present. He wasn’t someone who performed with an audience—at least he never had been…until Adam had introduced him to the delightful decadence of Club Caligula.
“I think we should get out of here,” Evan said quietly. “I’ve seen enough.”
“We can leave whenever you want to,” Adam said. But then, after several seconds of hesitation, he added, “But are you sure that’s what you want?” He looked down at Evan’s erection hidden only by a thin layer of silk.
