by Robin Gideon
Evan looked inside himself, and it didn’t take long for him to understand the difference between what he had said, and what his true emotions were. Suspecting that once again his vocal cords wouldn’t do the bidding that he requested of them, he simply shook his head. It seemed like the safest response.
“You’re sure?” Adam asked. His voice was low, and very sincere.
He was being very considerate, Evan realized. He was being more than just protective, he was making doubly sure that whatever was about to happen was with Evan’s full and open-eyed consent. There was a marrow-deep comfort in knowing that.
“I’m sure,” Evan said quietly. “I’m absolutely sure.” And then, confidently, he concluded, “Let’s keep going.” And then, with a touch more honesty than he really wanted to reveal, he said, “Let’s go before my knees get wobbly. I’m on thin ice right now, so I’d better start skating immediately. If I don’t move—and move quickly—I’ll be under the ice.”
“Come on,” Adam said, the undercurrent of his tone that of an Alpha male Dom who could tell others what they would do, and knew that they would do precisely what he had ordered. “I know what the next stage of this evening needs.”
Evan breathed a sigh of relief when Adam headed toward the doorway. Evan wanted to be away from the St. Andrew’s crosses. There was something about them that whispered of desires that frightened him…because he wanted to experience them so much.
What would it be like to be on his stomach, his wrists and ankles strapped to the arms and legs of the padded wooden cross, completely helpless and vulnerable? Whoever wanted him could have him, and there was nothing he could do about it.
No, he thought a moment later. Not have me, he could take me.
And what would that experience be like? For Evan to feel a man on his back, to feel that man’s breath as he labored above him, driving his hard cock relentlessly into Evan’s welcoming, submissive, and completely indefensible ass…?
Evan forced the thoughts away. They were leaving the St. Andrew’s crosses room, so there was no need to dwell on such wicked thoughts, on what might have been.
“I think we should begin from the beginning,” Adam said as they stepped into the room with all the pillories. “Since this is Evan’s introduction into our world, we should start from the start, and then work our way forward from there.”
Evan knew that Adam was talking in code, that he was saying things that only the others could fully understand. Evan looked at Jared, hoping for some explanation, but Jared kept his gaze turned away. He might be an ally, Evan decided, but for now, his loyalty was one hundred perfect placed at the feet of Adam and Michael.
Evan breathed the smallest sigh of relief when they continued walking through the pillory room without hesitation. The idea of being locked in a pillory—even if it was artfully padded for comfort—was not something that he was psychologically ready for, even if he was feeling adventurous and daring.
They stepped into the first room—the one with the strange horizontal and vertical beams—and Evan’s feeling of relief and sense of escape vanished in an instant. Relief stopped the moment that Adam turned, looked Evan directly in the eyes and pointed to one of the devices, and said quietly, almost venomously, “Both of you…over there, and if you hesitate for even a second, you’ll only make your punishment that much worse.”
Evan noticed how quickly Jared acted on the orders that had been given to him. Jared didn’t seem scared, but he certainly seemed concerned regarding Adam’s anger. For a moment his stride faltered as he watched Jared hurry over to the bondage device near the wall, turn his back to it, then stand quietly with his hands at his sides.
“Very good,” Adam said, stepped toward Jared. “A sub who follows my commands is one who deserves the pleasures he receives.”
Evan walked until he was very near Jared. Evan’s heart was hammering in his chest. He had no idea of what was happening, or what was expected of him. He wanted to ask questions and get explanations, but he suspected that he mustn’t. When he looked at Adam and Michael, he could tell instinctively that they were in full Dom role. Whether he wanted it to be his personal reality or not, he knew that he was now in a sub role…and the awareness of it caused his insides to clench, and his cock to grow just a little harder.
He wasn’t at all certain whether he was living his fantasy…or his nightmare.
Hardly breathing, Evan watched as Michael wrapped a leather belt-like strap around Jared’s wrists behind his back, then secured it. He instantly remembered, with vivid and erotic clarity, what it had been like to have Adam use a silk necktie to tie his hands behind his back. The memory of it caused his cock to expand to full dimension, his erection now thick, hard, and formidable in length.
The eroticism of being a submissive made him shiver, and made the breath catch in his throat.
Evan noticed that never once did Jared say so much as a single word of protest as he was put in bondage. Evan made a mental note to be similarly silent should Michael and Adam decide they wanted to put him in bondage.
While hardly breathing, Evan watched as Jared was put down on his knees, and then leather straps were put around his chest just beneath his arms, securing him to the vertical board so that he couldn’t move. But even though one strap was surely enough, another leather strap was put around him, just above the point where his thighs met his hips.
Then Evan saw something that surprised him. He watched as Michael motioned for a white-clad man to step forward, and only then did Michael put a supple leather strap around Jared’s neck, then put it around the vertical beam that ran from the floor to the ceiling. Evan noticed that the white-clad man paid critical, even unblinking attention to what was being done to Jared.
And when Adam was finished securing Jared, the security guard slipped three fingers inside the strap around Jared’s neck, then slid them around from left to right, and then back again, making sure that the strap was a collar, and not a choking device.
Adam turned to Evan and said, “Like I told you before, there can be nothing around the neck without a security officer inspecting it.” He smiled wolfishly. “That one of the rules that I wrote, and I’m proud of it.”
“You write the rules?” Evan asked in surprise.
“I’ll explain later.’
Evan looked at Jared. He was on his knees, bound to some device that Evan had never seen before that evening. His eyes were closed. He was on his knees, with leather straps around his wrists and body. There was even one around his neck.
He was as helpless and vulnerable as anyone Evan had ever seen.
“What…what are you going to do with him?” Evan heard himself ask. He suspected he should keep his voice silent, but he just couldn’t. It had always been that way with him.
In a low voice, Adam explained, “Whatever we want him to. That’s a fact that you’re going to have to understand.” He placed his palm lightly on Evan’s cheek and smiled, looking into his eyes. “Now it’s your turn to feel the leather.”
A tremor went through Evan from his toes to the top of his head. Feel the leather? No man had ever, ever, said anything at all quite like that to him. He wanted to protest, to say something that would actually make a difference, but the words in his brain all seemed jumbled, and even though he was certain that he should protest such a statement, not so much as a single word of protest slipped from between his lips.
“Against the rack,” Adam said, his tone full-on Dom. “And extend your arms. I want them straight out, and your ankles together.”
The clanging bells of alarm were ringing in Evan’s head, but that didn’t stop him from stepping so that his back was pressed against one of the vertical beams.
“I…” Evan said, but then could say no more. His mind was in a whirl.
“Want to submit,” Adam said, and then smiled. “I love finishing your sentences for you.” His smile vanished. “At least then you’re telling the truth. Now extend your arms outward. Don’t hesitate or y
ou’ll displease me.” His eyes narrowed. “That would be a mistake with consequences you don’t want to think about.”
From on his knees, Jared said, “Don’t displease him. I’m telling you now, don’t displease him or you’ll pay one hell of a price.”
Adam smiled again. It wasn’t really a friendly, engaging expression. More accurately, it was rather menacing. “See, he knows what happens when I’m displeased. He knows the pleasure…and the pain…of those who please or displease me.” Adam rubbed the tip of his tongue over Evan’s lips. It was a slow, surprisingly tender caress, especially considering the circumstance. “Now are you going to displease me?”
It took only a matter of seconds for Evan to be pushed against the rack, and then be securely bound. In almost no time at all there was a leather strap around his chest, and another one around his torso just beneath the points of his hip bones. One strap had been wrapped around his ankles, and another looped around his legs and the board behind it, just above his knees. While standing straight up, straps were put around his arms very near the shoulders, and then more straps were put around his wrists.
It had taken less than a minute for Adam and Michael to secure Evan as though he was being crucified. When they were finished with him, he could hardly wiggle, much less escape.
Evan watched as Adam’s heated gaze went up and down over him. At that moment he felt more defenseless, more vulnerable, than ever before in his life. Despite this reality, his cock was hard as stone, and standing up strong and proud beneath the gossamer-thin silk that hid its enthusiasm for the actions being foisted upon Evan.
“God…” Evan whispered softly.
“Has nothing to do with this,” Adam said, his voice a sultry purr of carnality. “Trust me. I know what I’m talking about.”
He’s the Devil himself, Evan thought then, with the crystal clarity of a true believer. He’ll destroy me.
But those thoughts simply vanished when Adam unknotted the sash of Evan’s robe, then opened it just enough—there were the leather straps still in place that prevented certain actions—to expose Evan’s bone-hard erection to any and all who wanted a look-see.
“Oh, God, would you look at that?” Adam said, turning to Michael. “Is that, or is that not, a truly gorgeous cock?”
Michael said, “I’d call it gorgeous.” He smiled. “And if I don’t get to suck it—and suck it soon—I’m going to be seriously pissed off.”
“I don’t blame you, my friend. I don’t blame you at all,” Adam said.
Evan’s mind was in a whirl. The men he wanted to be sub to were talking about him as though he wasn’t even there, as though he couldn’t hear each and every word they spoke.
He looked down at to the side at Jared. Jared smiled and winked, as though to say, This is all part of the game.
Instantly, Evan felt better about what was happening. If Jared wasn’t worried, then he shouldn’t, either.
But his confidence was shattered a moment later when two men stepped forward, each looking at his exposed erection. Both men wore black robes, so Evan knew that they were card-carrying members, but Evan himself had never been an exhibitionist…until now. He could feel himself blushing with embarrassment.
Evan watched as Adam leaned close to a white-robed security officer and whispered into his ear. The officer nodded, then took a step closer to Evan.
“He is beautiful,” the officer said to the men staring hungrily at Evan, “but he’s spoken for.” The white-robed man smiled. “You can look all you want, but you can’t touch.”
One of the middle-aged men who had looked so covetously at Evan said quietly, “Isn’t that just the way it always is?”
The man standing beside him replied, “Not always, actually.”
They walked away, and Evan breathed a sigh of relief. He once again looked down at Jared, but this time saw that the young man’s eyes were closed, and the expression on his face suggested that he was in a state of meditation.
He’s been through all of this before, Evan thought. The only thing that’s different is me, and that’s what he’s trying to come to terms with. He’s got a lovely life and handsome men who love him, and suddenly here I am, threatening everything he’s got because I want the happiness that he’s got.
In an instant, Evan went from feeling sorry for himself to feeling guilty for his own desires.
“Come on,” Michael said, his voice hardly audible it was so soft. “Let’s give them some time to think. And I need a drink.” He smiled. “Well, at least one drink, but probably more than that.”
“I hear you there, Michael,” Adam said. “I hear you all the way down to the tips of my toes.”
Evan could hardly believe his own eyes as he watched Adam and Michael walking away. Would they really put him in bondage, open his robe so that anyone who wanted to could look at his hard cock, and then walk away?
He looked around at the standing men who were hungrily staring at him. Every one of the men had lust in his soul. If Evan was certain of anything, it was if the white-robed security officer hadn’t been there, then Evan would be getting devoured at that very moment. Of that, he had no doubts at all.
One of the black-robed strangers turned toward the white-clad security officer and asked, “You’re sure?”
The security officer nodded.
“Damn,” the club member replied. “That’s fresh meat, and he’s just about as beautiful as any sub I’ve ever seen.”
Evan heard the tone of his voice, and understood that he was a billionaire who wasn’t in the least bit accustomed to having his wants and wishes not granted to him immediately.
Evan was pleased that—at least for now—he had thwarted the wishes of a dictatorial man…though he understood in his heart of hearts that such a victory would always come at a price, and that price might be much more than Evan was willing to pay.
Chapter 8
Adam sat on the padded stood at the bar in Club Caligula, sipping his drink, shifted his weight, then looked at Michael. If there was anyone whose opinion he valued and trusted, it was Michael.
If ever there was a time when he needed sage advice, it was right now. Evan had thrown everything Adam thought he knew about himself into utter chaos. Now that Evan was on the periphery of his life—and trying very hard to become an integral part of it—he was virtually all Adam could think about.
“So, what’s your opinion?” Adam asked Michael after an uncomfortably long silence between himself and his best friend. “Do you think he’s worth risking what we’ve got? You know, the three of us?”
“The three of us might soon become the four of us,” Michael said, stating a truth that Adam was terribly uncomfortable with.
“I know…and that’s what scares the hell out of me,” Adam finally said after an over-long stretch of wordlessness. “He’s lovely, but I don’t want anything to disturb the tranquility that I’ve found with the two of you. That tranquility…that’s what means everything to me.”
“Then what the hell are we doing here, when our subs are tied up as sweet as can be, and they’re just one room away?”
Adam almost laughed he was so pleased with what he had just heard. He wished it weren’t so, but it was so much easier to accept a villain for being the villain that he was, than it was to embrace a hero for being the hero that he was.
“I haven’t a good response to that,” Adam replied after several empty seconds of silence. “But any way you look at it, whatever time we spend away from Evan and Jared is wasted time. Don’t you agree?”
“Completely,” Michael said before he gulped down the last of his drink, then set his glass down rather forcefully on the bar. “Now let’s get back to our subs. I think we’ve left them alone long enough to teach them who writes the rules.” He grinned. “Actually, I was hoping for a lot more than that, but I’m willing to accept a lot less…so long as I get something of what I want.” He sighed. “At least a little something.”
“I suspect you’ll get m
ore than just a little something,” Adam said as he adjusted the half-hard erection he had growing beneath his black silk robe. “They’ve got belts around their torso, arms, and legs, and that should pretty much guarantee they’ll be where they were the last time we left them.”
Michael paused a moment, looking into Adam’s eyes. In a softer, more sincere tone, he said, “The beauty is that Evan doesn’t dilute what the three of us now have, he adds to it. And it seems to me that more is better than less.”
“Jesus, I’ve always respected your wisdom, but never more than right now.”
“So that means their beautiful cocks will be there for me, and there’s nothing they can do to stop me.”
“Nothing…except me, of course,” Adam said. The smile on his lips was the very essence of bon homie. “But we’re both good negotiators. I’m sure we’ll come to a compromise that’s mutually satisfying.”
“We’re out to torment Evan, right?”
“As long as possible,” Adam said. “Let’s turn his mind and body inside-out.”
“Oh, yeah. This is going to be one hell of a night.”
* * * *
“This is all part of the game,” Jared said to Evan. “They tie us up, then go off for drinks and leave us here to get ogled at. When you’re a sub, you give up control. That’s part of the turn-on, and part of the frustration.”
Jared looked up at Evan, wondering just how much of what he was saying was actually making sense to the new recruit. The young man’s cock had softened, though he hadn’t entirely gone flaccid. And though he’d spoken with great sincerity about not liking to be stared at lustily by men he didn’t know, Jared also noted that on several occasions when men were looking at his exposed body. They commented on his “beautiful cock.” Jared had no conflict with the assessment of the aesthetics of Evan’s penis. It paid attention to the praise and grew fractionally. He clearly appreciated the compliments.
