by Robin Gideon
Jared hoped that Evan was up to the challenge. He wanted Evan to be a permanent part of his life.
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Evan could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He clenched his hands into fists, and tried very hard to tell himself that he wasn’t as frightened as he knew he actually was. He hoped his fear didn’t show. At least not too much.
I can back out now, if need be.
Evan didn’t like the thought that had slithered through his consciousness. The Doms had made it abundantly clear that he could walk away without a backward glance if he needed to, and they’d do nothing to stop him.
I want them too much to back out now, Evan thought then. I want all three of them. Whatever they demand of me will be worth the price of admission.
They walked into the room with the vertical and horizontal beams that he’d been strapped to earlier, and Evan discovered that somewhere near a dozen men were following close behind. This most definitely wasn’t going to be a private initiation.
It’ll be the St. Andrew’s cross room, Evan thought with a certain sense of relief. That was the darkest of all the rooms. If the men in the audience were more than ten or twelve feet away, they really wouldn’t see what was being done to Evan all that clearly.
The next room was the one with the pillories. Adam stopped and pointed to one.
“Over there. Both of you.” Adam’s voice was cold as death. Evan shivered.
With his knees shaking only a little, Evan stepped toward the bondage device that had been designed centuries earlier, but made just a few years earlier.
“Not this side,” Jared said out of the side of his mouth, so only Evan could hear. “Walk around it.”
Adam and Michael worked in unison to lift the two upper halves of the two-person pillory. Evan could tell that they had done this before, and perversely, he wondered how many subs they had played Dom to in this contraption. Jared had promised that they were done taking on anonymous subs, but jealous, possessive thoughts were hard, if not impossible, to banish completely. Especially not so soon in a polyamorous relationship he wanted to be permanent.
There were two benches, each about four feet long and ten inches wide. They appeared to be solid wood, but like almost everything else in Club Caligula, they were padded with memory foam and covered in a vinyl that was made to look like knotty pine.
Without having to be told, Evan knelt on the bench nearest to him, then bent at the waist, putting his neck and wrists in the half-moon cut-outs designed to hold him in place.
He was fidgeting a bit, trying to get comfortable, when Adam lowered the top half of the pillory, then closed the hook-and-eye latch at the end. Evan was now on his knees, his head and hands locked into place—and he would be in that position until Michael and Adam decided otherwise.
Evan turned his head and watched as, kneeling beside him on a separate bench, Jared was locked in place by Michael. When Jared turned and looked into his eyes, Evan could read his mind. They’re Master Doms, he said with just his expression. They’ll take you to the edge, but they won’t go too far.
It was difficult to look up with the pillory around his neck, but Evan could see several pairs of bare feet and calves, and hear the soft murmur of whispered conversations. He was facing the interior of the room. His bottom was to the wall behind him. Evan wondered whether if this was coincidence or diabolical. A moment later he told himself that nothing that ever happened in Club Caligula was coincidence.
“Young men like you need to be taught a lesson,” Adam said, stepping into place directly in front of Evan. He was holding his cock by the base. His erection was fully formed and, as always, impressive in length and girth. “You’ve been flittering along through life like a butterfly, getting away with this and that because of your handsome looks and magnificent body. But you’ve never really had to pay the full price for your arrogance.” He stepped closer, and to Evan’s surprise, used his hard cock as a club. He struck Evan on the side of the face with the crown of his cock, paused a moment, then hit him a second and third time. “Well, now you’re going to pay everything you owe, and you’re going to pay it with interest.”
Evan wasn’t really certain what Adam meant, but he suspected the coming hours would be ones that he would never forget.
“Suck,” Adam said in a low growl.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been given that command from Adam, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. He let the conical knob press against his lips, giving the briefest resistance—which he felt propriety dictated—then he opened his mouth. As the fleshy masculinity slid over his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Evan felt his own cock once again coming to life, twitching and growing between his thighs. Evan had never before been in a pillory, but his libido had almost instantly responded favorably to it—and now that he had Adam’s cock filling his mouth, it was even more erotic to be in medieval bondage.
“Get a handful of them,” Adam said to Michael. “We’re going to need them.”
Evan wasn’t certain what that meant. It didn’t matter. Michael and Adam were going to take him however they wanted to, and there wasn’t anything that Evan could do to stop them. Nothing…except use his safe word.
As Michael walked away, Adam began pumping his lean hips, fucking Evan’s mouth slowly but deeply.
Someone in the nearby audience said quietly, “He’s beautiful.” A moment later, a different man added, “Especially with that big cock in his mouth.” And then a third man added with an upper-class Scottish accent, “It does add to his charms, now doesn’t it?”
Evan’s eyes were closed, but he could mentally visualize what he looked like in the pillory, on his knees, Adam’s hand in his constantly disheveled hair and his cock throbbing with lust in his mouth. He could mentally picture himself, but not Jared beside him.
“You make a man want to risk everything, just to be with you,” Adam said quietly, his tone soft, almost gentle, in stark contrast to his cock, which was wedged against the opening of Evan’s throat, and threatening to choke him. “I like my world to be orderly, and you’ve thrown it into chaos.” He growled softly. “I should punish you for that.”
Evan was squirming on his knees. Just when he was certain that he was going to choke, Adam pulled back, relieving the pressure.
He really is a Master Dom, Evan thought. He knows to the exact split second how far he can challenge my ability to accept that magnificent cock of his.
Adam withdrew far enough so that Evan could again breathe comfortably through his nostrils, as well as tongue the slit at the tip of the cock that still separated his lips. Adam gave Evan several seconds—maybe nearly a minute or more—to collect his senses and recover his composure.
Michael returned. Evan could see him only from the stomach downward. When he opened his hand, Evan saw that he was holding at least a dozen small, square packets of condoms.
Are they going to let everyone fuck me?
It was a horrifying thought for Evan. The idea of getting ravaged by Adam and Michael was an erotic one. Adding Jared to that list put a little extra special spice to the stew. But the thought of being locked in a pillory, and getting ass-fucked by every man in Club Caligula who wanted to have a go at him, was thoroughly and completely horrifying to Evan.
I’ve got to stop them. I’ve got to stop this right now! It’s gone too far!
But the unspoken words from Jared came to mind, and he forced himself to relax. They won’t go too far, Jared seemed to say, as though his thoughts alone could transport themselves into Evan’s brain.
Adam took a step back, withdrawing his erection completely from Evan’s mouth. Evan watched as Adam took a condom packet from Michael’s hand. He wished he could tilt his head back on his shoulders enough to look up into the faces of the Doms who had put him in bondage, but he couldn’t. And even if he had the ability to look up, it wouldn’t have matter because a moment later Michael was standing in front of him, and rubbing his cock against his eyelids and cheeks bef
ore sliding the cock’s knob into his mouth.
Evan noted that Michael was far less aggressive with him than Adam was. He didn’t make a value judgment on the difference. He simply was aware of it.
“You about ready?” Adam asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Michael replied, withdrawing his erection completely from Evan’s mouth. “Just give me enough time to put one on, and then we’ll find out for certain if he’s worth the risk.
Worth the risk? Evan thought. Oh, yes…that’s right. Jared, Michael, and Adam had absolute bliss among the three of them. True bliss. Right up to the time that I asked—no, not asked, begged—to be included into their family. I’m a threat to the beautiful world they’ve created for themselves.
When Adam and Michael stepped behind the pillory so that Evan could no longer see them, he looked first up at the bare feet and knees of the men in front of him—and there had to be at least a dozen men, though Evan wasn’t under the circumstances inclined to count—then looked over at Jared, who was looking at him.
“Hold on tight,” Jared said. “It’s going to be a bumpy flight.”
Someone from the audience had walked around behind the pillory and said in hushed tones, “What a gorgeous, fucking ass!” And almost immediately, a different man said, “It’s not just his ass. He’s gorgeous from head to toes and everywhere in between.”
Evan would have been more flattered if, just a moment later, a large-palmed hand did not come down solidly on the left cheek of his ass. It wasn’t a playful spank that men give other men when they’re doing the wild thing doggie-style. This was a hard, forceful, undeniably dominating act of punishment. And it hurt like hell.
Evan clenched his teeth against the stinging pain, and was pleased with himself because he didn’t make so much as a single sound of protest at being spanked.
Then he felt the slippery sensation of a highly lubricated condom, which was stretched over a rather large erection, rubbing against his back entrance. He did not know whether it was Adam’s cock, or Michael’s. He suspected it was Adam, since he was the Alpha Dom, but then he remembered that Adam had deferred to Michael when Evan was finally allowed to have his orgasm earlier. Could this be another case of generosity on Adam’s part?
Evan didn’t know, and the not-knowing aspect of it added significant fuel to the fires of lust that were raging through him.
“Oh,” Evan said softly as he felt the pressure of a plum-sized cockhead pressing more firmly against his southern entrance. “Fuck.” The pressure increased. He’d never taken a cock so long and thick into his body before…and he wasn’t certain he could now. “Fuck.” He could feel himself expand. He tried to tell himself that it would all be so much easier and less painful if he just relaxed and let the whole process unfold the way it was meant to. But telling himself something, and actually doing that something, were a long ways from being the same thing.
Someone in the audience said quietly, “He’s got a very big one, and the gorgeous one seems tight as a drum.” Evan heard a low murmur of agreement before someone else said, “Do you think he’s a virgin?” Immediately someone else said, “Virgin or not, I’d give a fortune to fuck him. And trust me, I’ve got several fortunes to spare.” Another man said, “Me, too.” In a low voice, someone said, “We all do or we wouldn’t be here.”
Evan would have taken great umbrage at the aristocratic arrogance of what was being said, but in the next instant his ass was forced to accept the crown of a cock whose owner he wasn’t certain of, and he felt a stabbing pain go through his entire body—but emanating from his bottom, as he stretched more completely than he ever had in his life for a lover—and though he didn’t want to, he screamed.
He screamed in pain, and he screamed in passion.
As he screamed, he very nearly climaxed.
His passion was being taken to a whole new level.
Chapter 11
Evan screamed again, but this time he knew he was being more than just a little theatrical. Yes, he now had a cock in his ass that was significantly bigger than anything he’d ever before taken, but the truth of the matter was, the thickness filled him completely, but it wasn’t as though he was being ripped apart at the seams. There was pain. The girth of whoever’s cock was now penetrating his ass was both formidable and unprecedented, and it did cause pain—just not excruciating pain…and that was so much more pleasure than Evan could have hoped for that he almost shouted out his rapture.
“Stop?”
The word was softly spoken. Evan couldn’t tell whether it was Adam or Michael who had spoken to him.
Even though he was locked securely in an elaborately made and scientifically padded pillory, Evan shook his head in negation. No, he wasn’t giving up. And no, he wasn’t going to let his fears get the better of him. No, he wasn’t going to let all his inhibitions and fears dictate his actions.
Then, bold beyond his actual courage, he said, “Deeper. I know you can go deeper.” For a moment he clenched his teeth, fighting for the courage that he didn’t really feel, then he said, “As deep as you can. I want you to fuck me. Take me all the way. Don’t hold anything back.”
He was throwing red meat to hungry wolves, and he knew it.
It was either the most courageous or foolhardy thing that he had ever done. He just didn’t know which it was.
What he’d just done scared the hell out of him.
Evan’s hands were clenched into fists as a barrage of furious pelvis thrusts began. He couldn’t tell if he was being magnificently—almost violently—ass-fucked by either Adam or Michael, but the fact of the matter was that one of them was throwing every ounce of energy he possessed into sodomizing him, and that particular reality was just about as erotic as anything that Evan could conceive. He suspected he had just talked himself into a sub’s version of Valhalla.
Evan felt himself getting slammed against the pillory each time he was fully impaled. He felt his shoulders striking the pillory with great force, and he was glad now that the pillory—though it looked like solid wood—actually was wrapped with memory foam, and then wrapped with vinyl that was made to look like wood. It was medieval menacing charm coupled with modern American decadent ingenuity. All it took to create this kind of decadence was money—lots and lots of money.
Money made all the difference in the world as Evan was once again driven forward into the pillory as his ass was furiously filled with a hard cock, the owner of which Evan did not know with any degree of certainty.
Evan felt the cock retreat briefly, and for a moment he thought there would be reprieve—but he was wrong. The cock had retreated just far enough to nearly escape Evan’s taboo passage, but then charged forward again. This time the solid, manly meat plowed its entire length between the cheeks of Evan’s bottom, and drove full-length into the young man’s thoroughly delectable and entirely assailable ass. Many seconds passed before the cock began to retreat.
“Oh,” Evan said as he felt the long, slow withdrawal of a hard cock between the cheeks of his ass. “Oh, fuck.”
And then the cock once again began its invasion, moving forward slowly but relentlessly, no longer in any hurry, not feverish or frantic, but rather, masculine, dominant, and forceful. But most of all, determined.
They’ll fuck me until they’ve had their fill, Evan thought. He wasn’t at all certain whether or not this was a good or a bad thing. He just knew that it was a fact. But when they’re done with me and they’re too exhausted to fuck me any more…what then?
Evan didn’t want to think about that. Too often in his life he had fallen to the charms of wealthy men, only to later discover that he had been aroused by their financial status, and the wonderful things that money can provide, and they had been aroused by his youth, his beauty, and his naiveté regarding matters of money and social standing.
Evan was always at least a little devastated when he discovered that he’d been discarded because he just wasn’t part of the upper-class. In the end, that’s
all that really mattered, he had learned…though this was a lesson he had on many occasions forgotten to remember.
Whoever was fucking him in the ass thrust his cock slowly forward, and didn’t stop until his pelvis was pressed against Evan’s backside. It brought his thoughts back to the present.
“Oh,” Evan said, the single word coming out between teeth that were clenched. “Oh, God…so big…so fucking big.”
Another inch of hard cock was shoved into him. Evan could feel his own pulse pounding with wanton desire, his blood racing through his veins. He’d never before wanted to be fucked so long and hard as he wanted to at that moment. Adam and Michael had a way of inspiring submissive desires in him that other men couldn’t. They were superior in their abilities. They were unique.
He felt the cock being slowly withdrawn from his ass, and Evan was going to say something laudatory when the next long, slow thrust was put into him…but instead, the cock was completely withdrawn, and quite suddenly, even though he had only moments earlier felt mostly pain when his ass was invaded, right then the most powerful emotion going through him was that of almost childish peevishness. How dare he withdraw his cock completely? a wildly selfish part of Evan’s mind screamed. I never said he could do that!
He tried to move his hands, and was reminded once again that he had been locked into a pillory, and would be there until Adam and Michael decided to set him free.
The powerlessness of his situation added fractionally to the hardness of his erection. Even though his cock wasn’t being touched or stimulated in any way, Evan’s cock was thick and strong, angling up toward his torso, pulsing virulently with wanton desire.
On his knees and locked in the pillory, Evan turned his head and looked at Jared. The young man’s face was serene, his expression tranquil as he knelt in the pillory.
