by Robin Gideon
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I’m not nailed to a cross, but I’m in the exact same posture as a crucified man, Evan thought with equal measures of trepidation and excitement. How long are they going to leave me here to be gawked at by rich, middle-aged men who want to suck my cock?
That was the question he had no answer for, because nothing like this had ever happened to him. He never even fantasized about it, and he had many taboo fantasies. The leather belts surrounding his wrists and upper arms were snug, but not so tight that they cut off blood circulation. The same was true of the belts around his legs and torso. They restricted his movement but nothing more than that.
He looked to the side and down at Jared. Jared was on his knees. A man was standing directly in front of him, stroking his own cock, which was pointed directly at Jared’s face. A white-robed security officer was standing very nearby, watching the activities like a hawk. That burly man wasn’t going to let anything happen that wasn’t sanctioned by Adam or Michael.
There was a profound comfort in knowing that, even though he was bound and defenseless, he was also securely protected. It was an emotional sensation of duality that Evan had never before experienced. The polar-opposite emotions were dizzying. And exciting.
Then he saw Adam and Michael step through the entryway and into the room, and he felt his own heart accelerate, and the blood in his veins instantly become heated with lusty anticipation.
They had returned. His wait was over. Now what?
He looked at their shadowed faces in the dim light. Neither man was smiling. Quite the opposite, in fact. They didn’t just look like Doms, they looked like pissed off Doms.
Adam stepped in front of Evan and for long seconds simply looked into his eyes. Then, slowly, the tip of his pink tongue moistened his own lips. He caressed Evan’s face with his gaze, though Adam kept his hands at his sides.
“Are you sure you want to be one of us?” Adam asked. His gaze was hard and cold, his voice soft and warm. The difference between the two frightened Evan.
Evan nodded. Moving his head was almost the only part of his body that he could move.
Adam stepped even closer, so near that their bodies were nearly touching, and Evan’s pulse reacted favorably in response. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have looked anywhere but into Adam’s mesmerizing gaze.
Adam put his hands on Evan’s trim hips, just above the leather strap that tied him securely to the padded two-by-four wooden stud behind him. He squeezed twice, then stopped himself. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry.
“You’re gorgeous, but then, you know that because you’ve been told that all your life,” Adam said, standing close enough now so that Evan could feel the warmth of his breath against his face. “I’ll bet men have been fawning over you for your entire life, promising to give you this or that…or everything. And they’d do it because they always had money. But you didn’t take it. Not a cent.” He leaned down, then lightly kissed Evan on the forehead, then on the tip of his nose. For a moment he seemed about to kiss Evan on the lips, but then he stopped himself—to Evan’s profound disappointment. “When you’re my sub, understand that I don’t fawn over you. It’s you who fawns over me. You follow the orders you’re given, and if you don’t, you get your ass paddled. It’s a hell of a paddle I have. It stings like hell, and it’ll never leave bruises.”
From his knees, Jared said with unalloyed sincerity, “That’s true. Every word of it. The paddle stings like God’s fire, but it doesn’t leave bruises.” He closed his eyes briefly. “I can attest to that. You bet I can. I can promise you that in spades.”
Adam chuckled softly. “See? I’m telling you the truth. And he’s been with Michael and me for three years now.” Adam raised his hands and smoothed his thumbs lightly over Evan’s eyebrows briefly. “But we’re like the Mafia. Once in; never out.” He kissed Evan on the right cheek, then on the left, pantomiming the Mafia’s formal induction into the secret order. “What you’re asking for,” he whispered into Evan’s ear, “will change your life forever. So you have to ask yourself if this is what you really want.”
Adam’s fingertips ran slowly downward, from Evan’s cheekbones down to the corners of his mouth, and then to his chin, and finally over his throat. The movements were slow, almost leisurely though most certainly not casual. The intimacy was subtle—not overt, not brutish. Evan could feel his cock beginning to expand into a full-grown erection, and even though he didn’t want that to happen, there was nothing he could do to prevent his body’s lusty response to being touched so sensually. Even though he had leather binding him to a bondage device, the sensations of Adam’s fingertips were nothing less than supremely romantic. Evan didn’t want his body to respond so favorably, but there was nothing he could to stop it. He was powerless against the ecstasy washing over him.
“You represent great promises of pleasure…but also the greatest threat to my happiness that I’ve ever known,” Adam said softly, but with great sincerity. “If you become a part us, you become a part of my heart. Once you’re there, even if you’re excluded or abandoned or if you somehow try to escape…there’ll still be a part of you left behind in my heart…and that part will always bleed. Forever.” Adam sighed as his hands slid down Evan’s naked chest. Between his thumbs and forefingers, he captured Evan’s nipples, and gave them a firm squeeze that teetered on the edge of being painful. “The question is, do I want to risk what I have, which is right now magnificent? Or do I want to add to my glorious situation and make it even better, but risk losing everything because I’ve let my desire get greedy?”
His fingers and thumbs tightened on Evan’s nipples, and a sharp, knife-stab of pain went through Evan. He gasped and clenched his teeth, but made no more open show of discomfort than that. After several seconds, Adam tightened the hold he had on Evan’s nipples, but he also turned his hands to twist Evan’s nipples, heightening the pain that he was inflicting with the skill only a connoisseur of such dangerous arts could possess.
And then, without warning, Adam released the punishing hold he had on Evan’s nipples.
Evan would have sagged, but the leather straps surrounding his arms, legs, and torso kept him firmly and securely in place. Though he had never before known that it was possible, he now realized that, with the right person or persons, bondage-pleasure-pain-submission could all be interrelated, could all be part of the same continuum. They could all be interconnected in ways that were invisible but inseparable.
More than ever, he wanted to be part of Adam’s pack. He wanted it with every fiber of his being.
He was willing to do anything, to give anything, to become a member. He’d never wanted anything so much in his life.
“You have beautiful nipples,” Adam said in an almost conversational tone, as though he hadn’t just tormented Evan’s nipples with his fingers and thumbs. “But I suspect they are rather hurting right now.” He smiled, and a shiver of fear went through Evan. He had no idea what Adam was going to do next. Evan had learned that a smile from Adam didn’t always mean that something good was about to happen. “Let’s try to soothe the pain a bit, shall we?” He said it as though Evan had some control over what was about to happen.
A moment later, Adam bent at the waist and began to lightly, sensually, lick and suck on Evan’s nipples. It was compassionate, and he did it as though he hadn’t just moments earlier intentionally inflicted pain.
Evan had never before experienced the shockingly erotic experience of feeling pain and then intense pleasure. To go from one sensation to the other—and do it in just a matter of seconds—was one of the most psychologically disorienting things that Evan had ever experienced.
When Adam sucked on his left nipple, Evan groaned softly, and his cock grew from half-erection to full-erection in less than a heartbeat. Adam and Michael had a way of making him feel erotically light-headed, as though there wasn’t quite enough air in the room.
And then, without any forewarning, Adam stood straight, and e
nded his erotic sucking on Evan’s nipples.
“Well, I now know you like to have your nipples sucked on,” Adam said quietly, though his tone was a bit tight now with sexual tension. “What about your cock? It looks utterly delicious, but looks can only go so far.” He smiled sheepishly. “Looks can be deceiving.”
“Yes,” Michael said. “Looks can only go so far.” He turned his gaze from Adam to Evan. “You mustn’t come. Is that clear? You must never come unless we say you can.” His lips curled into an unfriendly smile. It whispered of menace. “If you come without our approval, your punishment will be severe. Very severe.”
Evan was looking into Michael’s eyes, trying to think about how very severe would be, when he felt Adam’s warm, soft, moist lips surround the head of his cock. The dichotomy was psychologically jolting.
“Fuck!” Evan exclaimed.
He had been paying so much attention to Michael that he hadn’t realized Adam had gotten down on his knees. When he looked down, he watched as one of the world’s richest men pushed his lips down the shaft of his cock. For a poor boy, one who had never known wealth or even middle-class comfort, to feel the wet heat of a billionaire’s mouth surrounding and passionately caressing his cock was utterly disorienting on an emotional level.
“Fuck!” Evan exclaimed.
Adam took Evan’s cock into his mouth until the crown threatened to enter his throat. With the cockhead pressed to the back of his mouth, he rotated his face around the solid pole of manly flesh, and Evan could feel the active tongue moving here and there, doing all it could to selflessly give pleasure. When Adam was on his knees, he knew what he was doing.
“Oh, God,” Evan whispered. “Oh, God…that feels good.”
Michael kissed him on the temple, just a little ways from his left eye, then kissed his eyelid softly. It was a romantic kiss, in sharp contrast to Adam’s blatantly erotic mouth that was hungrily sucking on his cock.
The dichotomy of sensations and emotions that were going through Evan sent his brain into a whirl. He couldn’t, in any rational way that truly made sense to him, comprehend all that he was experiencing, or what was being done to him. As Adam used the tip of his tongue against the slit of Evan’s cockhead, the young man suspected that he’d never been so erect in his life. His lust was soaring. It was racing out of control, in a way that he never before had experienced.
I won’t last long, Evan thought. The pleasure was too intense, and he knew it.
But a moment later, Adam leaned back, and released his cock. It was almost as though he could read Evan’s mind and body, and knew that he was on the brink of orgasm.
Evan looked down at Adam, and the smile he saw held equal measures of amusement…and Dom cruelty.
Fuck, Evan thought, what have I gotten myself into?
“This is a game,” Adam said from his knees, “that takes hours to play.”
Evan had no idea what that statement meant. He suspected he was about to be put through a series of tests that would be arduous in the extreme, and that he’d only be accepted into the fold if he passed those tests.
Looking into Adam’s eyes, he said quietly, “Game on…motherfucker.”
Chapter 9
Evan had expected to be sexually attacked for what he’d just said, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead of responding to his challenge of “game on,” Adam turned his attention to the kneeling, bound, and entirely defenseless Jared.
“Make me believe that you’ll follow my every whim and wish,” Adam said, opening his robe as he walked slowly forward, exposing the lust-hardened flesh that always responded to the sight of Jared on his knees. His gaze narrowed. “Follow my every order…or suffer the consequences…slave.”
“Yes,” Jared replied. After several more seconds, he added in a whisper, “Master.”
Evan watched, hardly blinking, as Adam began fucking Jared’s mouth slowly but sternly, pushing his cock into Jared’s mouth until the bound and kneeling young man squirmed with discomfort as his throat was threatened to be breeched, and then moaning softly only a moment later when the cock was withdrawn almost completely from his lips. Adam was delivering both pleasure and punishment.
Evan’s cock, despite no longer being orally pleasured, lost none of its stature as he watched Jared getting face-fucked by Adam. The voyeuristic thrill—in real life, and not on a video as he stared at the monitor of his laptop—was intensely erotic for Evan. Had he not been bound with a half-dozen leather straps to the contraption that held him hostage, he would have gladly been on his knees beside Jared, sucking on Adam’s magnificent cock. His desire to be ravished throbbed in every nerve of his body. It was like a living force. It was overwhelming.
“You like what you see?”
It took several seconds for Evan to realize that he’d been spoken to. When he did, he saw that Michael was now standing directly in front of him. The look in Michael’s tawny, leonine gaze spoke volumes, and all of them—every word—were lustful. Every. Single. One.
Evan tried to think what the appropriate answer should be, decided he didn’t have any idea at all of what Michael would want to hear from him, so then he simply shrugging his naked shoulders. It was the only response, in his emotional state, he could make.
“You’re playing it safe,” Michael said softly. “I can’t blame you for that.”
Then Evan watched, as though he was in a body that wasn’t really his own, or in a world that he wasn’t really a part of, as Michael sank slowly to his knees, used the tip of his index finger to elevate Evan’s cock just slightly…and began licking the head of his cock with a leisurely degage that Evan found spectacularly arousing.
“Ohhh,” Evan sighed as he felt Michael’s frisking tongue begin working on the underside of his cockhead. “That’s so…”
He had intended to say more. After all, if a man could give a blow job that magnificently, then the least the recipient of that expertise should do was sing some praise about it. Such skill was worth of applause, wasn’t it?
Evan moistened his lips and tried three times to sing the praises of how Michael performed fellatio, but each time he tried to speak his throat tightened, his mouth instantly became bone-dry, and any words—whether laudatory or condemnatory—simply got locked out. When Michael was giving him a blow job, Evan was quite incapable of logical, coherent speech.
I’m going to come soon, Evan thought as Michael sucked almost delicately on the erection that filled his mouth. When I do, it’s going to be the hardest climax of my life.
But hardly had the thought slithered through his brain when Michael stopped sucking on his cock. He simply stopped. Stopping…when Evan was right on the brink.
“What?” Evan asked, his mind spinning and his balls throbbing with unspent sexual energy. “You’re stopping now?” He spoke the words with utter disbelief. He was just seconds—literally seconds—from a climax powerful enough to shatter his spine…and that’s exactly when Michael apparently decided it was best to stop giving fellatio.
Evan was nearly in a state of shock when he watched Michael rise to his feet, turn to Adam, and asked, “Think it’s time for another whiskey? I’m ready for one.”
Adam smiled roguishly, then pushed his hard cock just a little deeper into Jared’s mouth. Jared was currently trapped with a series of belt-like leather ties holding him securely, and since his mouth was filled virtually to overflowing with Adam’s hard cock, the odds of him responding with anything resembling proper diction were approximately zero.
Evan understood that though he was a new—and certainly frightened and timid—player in this D/s game, there were others that were seasoned veterans at it, and probably looked at him with a mixture of sexual desire, and the contempt one of the intelligentsia has for anyone who hasn’t been properly bathed in the holy waters of those who were an “insider.”
“A drink, then,” Adam said. “And then we’ll figure out what happens after that.”
Evan could hardly believe the words he
had just heard.
He looked down at Jared. The young man’s eyes were closed, and his chin was on his chest.
Evan had no idea whatsoever what the body posture was supposed to mean. Still, he felt fear. He was from the bayou, and things like this just didn’t happen where alligators were your neighbors.
He suspected he was in trouble. He just didn’t know what kind of trouble.
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“I’m only speaking for myself, but I say ‘yes’ to bringing him into the fold,” Adam said to Michael as they sat sipping cocktails at the bar at Caligula’s. They were leaning very close to each other because there were several other men who were nearby and trying to listen in on their conversation. What they had to say to each other would remain secret forever.
“I agree,” Michael replied. “Like I said before, he adds to the ‘we’ of us, he doesn’t dilute from it. I don’t care from which direction you look at that, he’s got to be a good thing and not a bad thing.”
Adam smiled, his mind now made up. He’d always trusted Michael’s judgment much more than his own, but on this issue, he had so many profound suspicions, and all of them were in the negative…but Michael had convinced him otherwise. He’d always trusted Michael’s wisdom.
“Let’s get some drinks and go back to the boys,” Adam said, the worries that had been plaguing him now vanquished. “The questions are over, as far as I’m concerned. Let the fun begin!”
“But there’s still some questions about Evan that has to be addressed. There’s a lot he has to learn, and he himself has said he isn’t sure this is the lifestyle for him.”
“Then we’re going to spend the rest of this night, and maybe many other nights, doing everything we can to convince him.”
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I could die, Evan thought as Michael sucked on his cock.
A moment later, Evan thought himself the silliest young man in the world, since he was quite certain he wouldn’t die if he didn’t achieve an orgasm soon. Soon. As in very fucking soon. But still…
