Beyond the Edge (6 page)

“Very good. Now turn off the water.”

We shut off our respective showerheads and stood in the residual steam that filled the stall and the rest of the bathroom, wondering what to do next. James didn't make us wait long.

“Sebastian, do you know what rimming is?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sebastian replied.

Good answer.

“Good boy. Tate checked off being rimmed as one of his favorite activities,” he said, stroking a hand over the bulge in his pants.

My heart rate sped up at the prospect of Sebastian's sweet lips and tongue on me in that sensitive place.

“Tate, I want you to lean forward with your hands on the wall under your shower head. Keep them there, no matter what, understand? They don't have to stay on the same spot but they better damn well stay on the wall, capiche?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, getting into position.

Oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

“Sebastian. I want you to demonstrate your best rimming technique on Tate. Show me what you can do. I want you to try to make that boy come, got it? Try to make him come just from having your tongue on his ass. Or in it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Oh shit oh fuck oh shit.
I knew what he was going to say next.

“Tate. You are not allowed to come. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, my cock twitching at the prospect of this exquisite torture.

Normally, I wouldn’t be in any danger of orgasming from a rim job. But my frustrated and aroused state and the way I felt about Sebastian, and the fact that James would watch me
get
rimmed, made it a distinct possibility, and one that I had to avoid at all costs.

“Get to it, then,” James said shortly.

I looked straight in front of me at the dark blue tiles of the shower. Water had beaded on them the way my precum beaded on my dick and now dripped down as I felt Sebastian’s hands on my bottom, spreading my ass cheeks with his thumbs.

When I felt his tongue slide along my crack to my puckered hole, I gasped and closed my eyes. He rimmed like he gave a blowjob—slow and teasing and excruciatingly thorough. He tasted me again and again, pushing that long, strong tongue around and inside me like a starving man.

I heard a soft sound. I turned to see James sitting forward in the green chair, his eyes glued to where Sebastian went at me with his mouth and tongue. He had unzipped his pants and now stroked his cock while he watched.

I turned back to the wall and closed my eyes because I had to concentrate on not coming. It was all too much. My dick wanted to shoot and all I could do was focus and try to prevent it. The only saving grace at this moment was that my cock was not getting any direct stimulation. If Sebastian or James touched it I would be done for. I prayed silently that they wouldn’t and bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

As if reading my mind, James said, “I want to hear how good he’s making you feel, Tate. You’re free to vocalize. Just don’t come.”

Just the fact of him giving me that directive again made me want to come. I let out a long, shaky cry as Sebastian’s talented tongue slid in and out of me again and again. I couldn’t help moving my ass back against him, silently requesting more, more, more, even though it would be the end of me.

After another few minutes of this, James told Sebastian to stop. I tried to calm my frenzied breathing and tortured nerves while I waited for the next instructions.

“Very good, both of you. That was lovely to watch.”

I bet. Did you videotape it? ‘Cause I’d watch it.

Luckily, James didn’t have the ability to hear my internal monologue or he’d have whipped me for that impudence. I’d better be careful or I’d end up saying something out loud. I started to take my hands from the wall but stopped when James said, “Tate, did I tell you to move?”

“No, Sir.”

“Keep your hands where they are, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Sebastian, I want you inside him. I want you to fuck that boy and I want you to do it well, you understand me?”

Oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

What? Would James not touch us at all tonight? Would he just watch me go to pieces under this sublime torture? I closed my eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” Sebastian said.

“There's a bottle of lube there on the shelf. Get yourself and him ready quickly. I haven't got all night.”

I felt a chill and a movement of air near me. I opened my eyes to see James' handsome face inches from mine. His brown eyes bored into me and I saw his lust and need and total enjoyment of this laid bare before me.

He took my chin firmly in his hand. “Don't. Come.” He kissed me then, and I felt my ego wash away. I wanted to be good for him.

Before he sat down he turned to Sebastian. “You either.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He released me and returned to his seat.

I felt Sebastian's lubed fingers on my crack as they pushed inside me and tried to control my breathing as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance next. I braced myself against the shower wall as he sank completely into me in a matter of a few exquisite moments.

The pleasure became intense very quickly. I groaned and gasped as I adjusted to his big beautiful cock filling me. I felt the heat and energy of his body so close, touching me so intimately and couldn't help moving my hips to push back against him.

He started fucking me. He held my hips as he moved out of me then back in, tearing groans from my throat each time he thrust. My aching and desperate dick wept pre-cum as he rubbed the sweet spot deep inside me.

How am I not supposed to come?
I asked the gods helplessly, as their sweet blond offspring plowed my rear end into submission. I tried to focus on the feel of the wet tiles under my hands, the images of road kill that I was trying to summon behind my eyelids, but it was no use. It built and built and I didn’t know if I could stop it, or if I even wanted to at this point.

Through the haze of arousal and heightened sensation I heard James’ voice.

“Put your hand around his cock, Sebastian.”

I sobbed out a frantic “No…” trying frantically to remember my safe words as Sebastian hesitated, his rhythm faltering.

“Do it.” James affirmed.

Sebastian obeyed.

I yelled and spasmed, shooting my load against the tiled wall of the shower as Sebastian kept pounding me, drawing out the pleasure and relief until I'd emptied about a quart of come onto the tiles. It felt so good, so fucking good to come, but I knew I was in for it. He'd set me up in a way, but I was better than this. I'd played this game countless times and usually I'd ace it. What kind of power did Sebastian have to take that away from me? I thought, as I came down from my orgasm, that Budgie had been absolutely right and I was so, extremely, fucked.

CHAPTER FIVE

Initiation

“Get out of him, Sebastian. Turn on the shower again and wash each other clean, please. We’re not even close to being done here.”

I looked over at him, feeling like a dog that had disobeyed its master.

He shook his head at me. “Tate. That was unexpected, I must say. You
did
check off ‘orgasm control’ as one of your skills, didn’t you?”

I nodded, blushing. “Yes, Sir.”

“Care to explain yourself?” he said, his tone indulgent. He didn't often ask for explanations.

Sebastian had turned on his showerhead and now leaned past me to turn on mine. He looked upset, like he was worried about me and sorry that he'd got me off, even though it wasn't his fault.

“Out of practice, I guess,” I muttered, giving Sebastian a reassuring smile. I soon lost it though.

“Do you think this is amusing, Tate? The fact that you were unable to obey a simple command?”

“No, Sir.”

“Nor do I. When you're clean you're to come and assume the submissive position before me and await your punishment.”

Oh crap.
Well, I’d signed up for this, hadn’t I? If I wanted to play the game I had to take the punishment.

“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly.

“Sebastian, you can towel off and go into the bedroom. There’s a robe for you on the bed. Wait there until I’m done with Tate.”

“Yes, Sir.”

We did as directed. I sat on my knees on the bathroom floor in front of James, my head bowed in submission.

“Now, Tate,” he said, his tone softer, more affectionate. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me for disobeying a direct order.” I knew that trying to make excuses for my behavior would just make things worse. A direct apology would be best.

He sighed. “I do forgive you. But you still need to be punished.” He rubbed my hair affectionately. “And I need to come.”

My heart started beating again. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

“Undo my pants and pull out my cock.”

I looked up at his crotch, avoiding his eyes. My hands trembled as I unzipped him and gently pulled his naked cock forward.

“Now suck it. Do a good job, boy. Make me come.”

Oh yeah.
Now this, I could do, and he knew it. He loved my mouth on him. I couldn’t help a ghost of a smile drifting over my features before I composed myself. I took the tip of him into my warm mouth before he could reprimand me.

He gasped and growled, grabbing my hair in a painful grip while I bobbed up and down on him, licking and sucking with all the skill I had. I ignored the pain and gave my all, determined to give him satisfaction, listening to his quickened breathing, grunts and groans. Finally, his grip on my hair tightened and he stilled. His dick pulsed hot streams of juice into my throat as he trembled through his orgasm.

When finished, he released his grip and backed away from me, letting his sated dick slide wetly from my mouth.

“Well done.” He fastened up his pants and walked into the bedroom, snapping his fingers. I followed.

Sebastian sat in the armchair in the corner of the room, wearing a white terrycloth robe and looking uneasy, probably unsure what James expected of him at the moment. He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Take off the robe, Sebastian, and lie down on your back on the bed, please.”

Sebastian did as instructed while I stood at the foot of the bed watching him arrange himself, naked, on the burgundy sheets. His smooth, pale skin and blond hair looked remarkable against the dark coverlet. His cock stood, beautiful and hard, at attention. Poor boy. He needed to come.

“Tate, there are wrist cuffs in the top right drawer of that dresser. I’d like you to bind Sebastian’s wrists to the eye hooks in the headboard, please,” James said, pouring himself a glass of water from a pitcher on the dresser. He took a sip as he watched me with a contemplative air.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, going to the dresser and finding what I needed. Before I closed the drawer, James said, “You’ll need the ass-vibe too.”

I found it and took it out, laying it on the bed beside Sebastian who eyed it eagerly and glanced up at me as I put the wrist cuffs on him. When I’d secured him I looked over at James where he sat in another armchair, sipping his water and watching us.

“Kiss him.” He told me in a soft, sensual voice. “Kiss him like you’ve been waiting for days to do it.”

I felt my heartbeat increase as I stared at James, wondering if he could know that I
had
been waiting that long. Then I turned to Sebastian, who lay there looking up at me with adoring eyes. I touched my lips to his, and immediately an electric current connected the two of us. When he opened his mouth to me, my tongue took over. His lips and mouth tasted so sweet. We kissed passionately as James looked on.

He cleared his throat after a few moments. Truthfully, I’d almost forgotten about him. My cock had risen again from kissing Sebastian’s willing and eager mouth.

“That’s enough,” James said sternly.

I tore myself away from Sebastian's mouth with difficulty since I could have kissed him for hours. I looked at James, awaiting his instructions.

“Okay, Tate. I'd like you to put that vibe in his ass, slowly. The lube is on the side table.”

I nodded, reaching for the lube and the vibe. I heard Sebastian's breathing quicken as I lubed up the vibe where he could see. I knew better than to talk but I so wanted to. I wanted to tell him how much I looked forward to fucking him with the vibe.

“Bend your knees, Sebastian,” James said. “I want to have a good view of this.”

“Yes, Sir.” I heard the excitement in his voice. Sebastian lifted his knees and spread his legs.

“Perfect,” James praised him. He stood up from the chair, still holding his drink, and moved so he had a better view. “Let's get it in you then.”

I touched my lube-covered fingers to his sweet rosy ass and heard him gasp. Our eyes met for a moment and it seemed a message passed between us. Something along the lines of
Holy shit this is so awesome and there is nowhere I’d rather be right now…

I lowered my gaze to the black vibe, pressing the slippery tip into his waiting hole.

“Yessss,” James sighed.

Sebastian groaned and pulled on his restraints as I slid it all the way in. I looked at his cock. Uncut and untouched, it rose gorgeously from his naked groin like Excalibur, shiny and smooth in the faint light from a single lamp. As I watched, a pearly bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip and glistened in the lamplight.

“Turn it on,” James ordered.

I flicked the switch on the bottom of the toy and heard the gentle hum of vibration as Sebastian groaned again. His knees trembled while pre-cum slid slowly down the length of his cock as he closed his eyes and gasped his pleasure.

“Okay, Tate, well done. Now suck his cock. Sebastian, you are not allowed to come until I tell you, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” He whimpered.

“I know you're new to this so I'll go easy on you, I promise.”

“Thank you, Sir…”

“You've done very well this evening. You deserve a reward.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I felt a stab of jealousy when James praised Sebastian and not me. But I had only myself to blame. I was off my game this evening but determined to perform well from this moment forward.