by Robin Gideon
For the past several hours Adam and Michael had been sucking on his cock, giving him an endless stream of pleasure…but always stopping before he had achieved satisfaction. Endlessly, they brought him to the brink…and that’s where they left him. On the brink. Suspended in space. Teetering on the edge of the abyss. So close that he could envision the ecstasy that was right there for him to experience…but only to have the ecstasy extinguished, and for the delirious passion to suddenly come to a jolting, jarring end.
“Are you trying to kill me?” It wasn’t necessarily a rhetorical question. His testicles felt like they were going to explode, and the thoughts that were going through his mind were anything but lucid.
“No,” Adam said, his nose nearly touching Evan’s as he spoke. “But we are going to test you.”
Evan looked down and watched as Michael took as much of his cock into his mouth as he could. The visual stimulation was nearly as powerful as the physical stimulation for Evan. He had—quite literally—no idea how much more of this he could withstand. These Doms had brought him to the edge of ultimate passion more times than he could remember…but they never gave him release. They never let him have the climax that was screaming in his brain and pulsing through every fiber and sensory nerve ending in his body.
Never.
Adam put his face very near Evan’s and looked into his eyes. In a soft voice that held more compassion than Dom in it, he asked, “Are you sure you want to go forward? This is your last chance to back out.”
“Forward,” Evan replied, his balls throbbing, his cock literally aching for more attention. “Always forward.” He groaned softly. “I want to be one of you. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Evan looked down into Jared’s gaze, and the look he received in response was one of confidence.
“Go ahead,” Adam said, his voice low but authoritative. “Take him over the top. I took Jared that first time here, so it seems to me that you should have the pleasure of initiating Evan.”
Once again, Evan was distinctly aware of the fact that decisions were being made that profoundly affected his life, and that he really didn’t have any say in those decisions.
This concern vanished the moment he felt Michael’s soft, evocative lips surround the head of his cock, and then those soft and moist lips began gliding down his cock’s shaft, nibbling gently and erotically.
“Oh…” Evan said, his voice hardly more than a whisper. “This…this is too good.”
With his lips just inches from Evan’s ear, Adam said, “Don’t hold back. Just let yourself go.” He kissed Evan on the temple. “You’re one of us now.” He kissed Evan on the temple again, then the cheek, then—very lightly—on the lips. “We’ve made our decision.”
Evan looked down and watched as Michael took his cock to the back of his mouth, then rotated his face around the solid shaft. Evan heard a low groan, and it took a couple seconds before he realized that he himself had been the one to make the sound.
It was the sound of pure, animal passion.
Hold back, Evan thought as Michael’s lips moved back and forth over much of his erection. The more you endure, the better it will be in the end.
But this thought had hardly gone through Evan’s mind when he felt his balls pull up tight between his muscular thighs, and then began unleashing a torrent of cum against Michael’s frisking tongue, and the roof of his mouth.
“Fuck!” he gasped as the second rich, creamy eruption raced through the shaft of his cock, splashing against the back of Michael’s mouth before it was happily, almost greedily, swallowed.
Another contraction—one that went from his toes to his nose—gripped Evan, and another river of rich cream erupted from him, only to be immediately swallowed by Michael.
A last, rather weak, eruption came from Evan, only to be siphoned from him by Michael. The soft moan suggested that Michael enjoyed everything that Evan had given him.
When his orgasm was complete and he’d given Michael everything he had to give, all the muscles in his body suddenly seemed to have lost all their strength. His legs started to sag beneath him, but with the leather straps holding him to the padded two-by-fours, and the straps around his arms tight enough to prevent him from moving more than just fractionally, he hardly sagged at all.
With his eyes closed, Evan thought, This changes everything. What have I gotten myself into?
He didn’t know…but he was certain that whatever the future held in store for him, it would be exciting. And Adam, Jared, and Michael would be a part of it.
* * * *
Adam took a sip of his cocktail, swirled it around in his mouth for a second or two, just to truly savor the exquisite taste, then swallowed. When he was calm and tranquil, when his personal world was spinning the way he wanted it to, he could savor his pleasures more thoroughly, and therefore, he could enjoy his life and his entertainments more completely.
He looked at Evan, sitting on a bar stool beside him, and said, “Come here.” His smile was wolfish and subtly Dom. “It’s been too long since you’ve kissed me. That’s a mistake that I don’t want you to make again.”
“Yes,” Evan replied. After a second, as he slipped off the bar stool and got his feet settled beneath him, he added, “Sir.” His brow furrowed. “Or should I refer to you as ‘Master’?”
Adam eased his hand around Evan’s neck, pulling him closer, his confidence soaring. He’d made the right decision in allowing Evan to become a member of their family. When he kissed Evan, it was a firm, commanding kiss, one that claimed ownership without speaking of it. He eased his tongue between Evan’s lips, then danced his tongue with Evan’s. He felt Evan squirm slightly, and he knew that the young man was uncomfortable with ostentatious displays of affection when there were other men around to see…but that was part of what made the kiss so erotic for Adam. Adam was a Dom, and it turned him on to force Evan to succumb to his desires.
Adam, feeling the envious gaze of the men around him as he kissed the gorgeous young man, felt his own cock getting rapidly longer and harder. Delicious, tantalizing memories of watching his cum raining down upon Evan’s lovely face during their first encounter came to mind, and his cock grew instantly into its impressive, full stature.
“This night is long from over,” Adam said after he ended the kiss, though he kept his hand around the back of Evan’s neck. “There are still tests that you must take…and pass.”
“But I thought that—” Evan began, but then was silenced when Adam put a finger to his lips.
“You are my sub, and you just listen very carefully, and speak only when I ask you to,” Adam said, adopting his Dom persona in an instant. “Now get down on your knees.”
He watched as Evan’s eyes got very wide and round.
“Here?” Evan asked, his voice barely loud enough to be heard above the piped-in electronic dance music. “Now? Don’t…I mean, shouldn’t we go into another room? Maybe where the St. Andrew’s crosses are?”
The St. Andrew’s room was the darkest one in Club Caligula, affording its occupants the most privacy to enjoy their decadence. Privacy was the last thing Adam wanted right now. Quite the opposite—he wanted an audience to observe him with his new, beautiful, acquiescent sub. Adam slid his hand from the back of Evan’s neck, to the top of his head. Slowly, deliberately, he combed his fingers into Evan’s hair, then clenched his hand into a fist.
“If I wanted you on a St. Andrew’s cross, I’d put you there. But I’ve got you here with me now…and I want you on your knees.”
* * * *
Evan’s gaze whipped right and left. There were nearly a dozen men all around him, some sitting on bar stools, and some standing. Most of them were paying at least some attention to him, though all of them were trying to pretend that they weren’t concerned with him at all.
Evan knew better. He’d been aware of his own good looks for too long for him to not know when he was being lusted after. But in Club Caligula, everything seemed
magnified.
He felt strands of his hair being pulled against his scalp as Adam tightened his hand even more firmly into a fist, and began pushing downward.
“On…your…knees,” Adam said quietly, slowly, forcefully.
The brightness in his eyes warned Evan that he mustn’t defy the command that he had been given. Acquiescence—complete submission—was his only option. The reality of it was scary as hell and more erotic than he could immediately comprehend.
When he felt himself submitting, and his knees were just inches from the floor but getting closer with each half-second, he also felt his cock beginning to grow, responding to the domination he was being subjected to.
Adam didn’t bother adjusting his sash. He just opened his robe, brought his cock out, and held it tightly by the root. He kept the crown of his cock several inches from Evan’s lips.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
Evan knew that the truth was “yes,” but he didn’t want a public display of his own intemperate behavior. He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, tried to speak and discovered he couldn’t, then pursed his lips tightly, closed his eyes similarly, and refused to give any response at all to Adam’s question.
Though he was hungry as a starving animal for Adam’s cock, he wanted his audience to see him resisting before submitting to such dominance.
If there was anything in life that Evan was certain of, it was that Adam didn’t like being ignored when he asked a question of a sub.
“Well?” Adam asked. He gave Evan’s head the slightest shake, jerking on his hair.
Evan suspected that Adam was being more patient that he normally was. Evan wasn’t at all certain whether he should be flattered at earning such toleration, or if he should be afraid that he’d soon pay a terrible price for his insubordination.
“I’m sorry,” Evan said. He didn’t know what else to say.
“You will be,” Adam replied. “I can promise you that.”
It was then that Evan felt something significantly more than just a hint of fear shoot through his psyche, and soul. When Adam gave his head another little shake, Evan felt strands of his hair pull loose from his scalp. The dominating action by Adam had caused equal measures of erotic pleasure and erotic pain. Evan was distinctly aware of the fact that he was being introduced into a culture that he had imagined, but never really understood in a real-world sort of way. With this understanding now firmly in place in his mind, his cock reached full extension.
Evan did not resist when Adam brought the conical head of his cock to his lips.
“Suck,” Adam said, his voice soft, his determination distinctly obvious that he would not be denied.
Evan closed his eyes, but only briefly. He understood that things were about to happen to him that he was utterly and thoroughly incapable of controlling. He looked at the plump head of Adam’s cock, which was now mere inches from his lips, and wondered just how much of the meaty shaft he would have to accept into his mouth. Though he was no stranger to giving blow jobs, he’d never mastered the art of giving deep-throat—certainly not to a cock that was as long as Adam’s, nor as great in girth. It was the thickness, more than the length, that intimidated him.
“Suck,” Adam repeated, but then added several seconds later, “as though my pleasure is what gives your life meaning.”
When the plump cockhead touched his lips, Evan offered only the slightest of resistance before he opened his jaws to let the crown of Adam’s cock fill his mouth. He felt and tasted the manly flesh sliding over his tongue, not stopping until the knob was pressing threateningly against the opening of his throat. Evan understood with crystalline clarity that he was in for a fucking that would be more intense than anything that he’d ever before experienced.
The awareness of this fact sent equal measures of fear and delightful anticipation to shoot through his body. Getting thoroughly ravaged was what he had always wanted, even if he couldn’t quite admit it. Wanting something, and being able to admit to wanting that something, were not the same things. Not even close.
With his mouth filled with Adam’s cock, Evan looked up and around. There were at least a dozen men—all of them wealthy enough for Evan instantly to dislike them, even though he didn’t know anything about them other than that they were members of a very exclusive, very expensive private BDSM club—watching him with unblinking intensity as his mouth was slowly filled and then emptied of hard, pulsating cock.
Evan closed his eyes, and tried to pretend that he wasn’t giving an erotic exhibition to a dozen men who were strangers to him…but he knew that he was giving a performance, and the fact that his cock was pulsing harder by the second was testament to the fact that being watched while giving a blow job was a turn-on.
“Oh, yes,” Adam said, standing there at the bar with so many men around him, “that’s what I need from you.”
When Adam tried to force his cock down Evan’s throat, the kneeling man squirmed. When he could take no more torment, he sputtered, and Adam immediately pulled back, withdrawing all but the very tip of his cock from between Evan’s lips.
“Use your tongue,” Adam said, his tone of voice just a little louder than it needed to be. Evan could tell that he wanted to be heard by the audience. This was a theatrical performance at Club Caligula being given, and whether Evan liked it or not, he was one of the actors, he was on his knees giving a blow job, and he was on a stage…and everything that he was doing was being watched by men he didn’t know.
He’s going to come on my face, like he did in my apartment, Evan thought. It wasn’t necessarily an awareness that displeased him. He had thought about the event quite often since it had happened.
But hardly had the thought passed through the synapses of his brain when Adam said, quietly but forcefully, “On your feet. You’re not getting off so easily as giving just a tepid blow job.”
“Tepid?” Evan said, a little shaken. A hundred words had been used to describe his blow jobs, but tepid had never been one of them.
He was blatantly offended. Never before had any man complained about the way that he sucked cock. Comments to the contrary were more often the case. Actually, always the case.
Chapter 10
Jared had seen that look on Adam’s face before, and he knew what it meant. Adam was done playing casually amusing games with the whole D/s lifestyle. It was no longer just something that he found pleasantly amusing. He was about to put the upper-case “D” in Dominance, and make absolutely sure that Evan was the lower-case “s” in submission.
Jared took Evan by the arm, just above the elbow, then pulled him closer and whispered into his ear, “No matter what you do, no matter what they command of you, relent immediately. Never say ‘no’ to them. They’re testing you, and if you fail, you’re out. There are no second chances.”
Evan gave the slightest nod, then started to follow Michael and Adam as they walked away from the bar in Club Caligula.
Like a television screen in his mind, Jared remembered vividly his own initiation. He could see it, everything that had happened, in his mind in high-definition technicolor. There he was, naked but for the black silk robe, tied to a rather sturdily-built leather stool with a square, thickly-padded, leather top. His wrists and arms were strapped to two of the legs. More straps around his ankles and thighs kept him bound securely in place. The seat of the square stool was just large enough to support him from his underarms to the top of his hips.
There were seven or eight men—people he had never seen before, and most certainly did not know—standing nearby, some of them masturbating, others simply watching lustfully—as Adam and Michael walked slowly around and around Jared.
“He is quite beautiful,” Michael had said, his voice a low rumble of lust. “But I wonder if he’s high maintenance. I can’t stand a sub who needs this, that, and everything else, in order for him to be happy.”
“If we find out he’s high maintenance,” Adam replied after a moment, “then we’
ll strip him naked and throw him in a bathtub of ice water. After ten minutes or so we’ll fish him out, dry him off, warm him up, and check his attitude. If we still don’t like it, then we’ll start the process all over again.”
Several men in the audience had chuckled, but not for long. Everyone knew that Adam was a Dom of his word. If he said he was going to discipline a sub, he went through with it. The man wasn’t one for making idle threats.
With his head hanging down and his robe moved to the side so that Adam and Michael—as well as everyone else—could view his naked body, the Doms spoke of the relative merits and possible pitfalls of taking Jared on as a sub, speaking about him as though he couldn’t hear what they were saying, and that they weren’t surrounded by curious onlookers.
Then Adam stopped walking. He grabbed Jared by the hair, and jerked his head up. Jared gasped audibly, and with his head now far back on his shoulders, his mouth involuntarily opened. A moment later his mouth was filled to overflowing with Adam’s hard cock.
First the Doms took his mouth, face-fucking Jared furiously, slamming the crowns of their cocks against the opening of his throat time and time again, keeping him on the verge of gagging for what seemed like hours, though logic and reason told him it was really only a few minutes.
When they were done with his mouth, they turned their attention to his ass. Condoms were dispensed—the private-label ones that bragged about having twice the lubrication of other brands—and then Michael and Adam set about taking turns fucking Jared, stroking their cocks between his tight, taut cheeks, then stopping when the pressure to climax became too strong, then stepping aside so that the other Dom could take his pleasure for as long as he could without climaxing.
By the time Adam and Michael finally did come, Jared was sore as hell…and a committed sub to these men to the marrow of his bones.
Intellectually bringing himself back to the present, Jared wondered what they were going to do to Evan. Whatever it was, it would be the final and conclusive test. It would also be the most rigorous one that he’d been given.
