Beyond the Edge (24 page)

I grasped his thighs and started moving, pulling out and pushing in and feeling every inch of his hot tunnel over my excited cock. It wouldn't take very long. I increased my speed, listening to his moans of pleasure/pain. Gazing down at his captured cock I saw a tiny stream of fluid push out as he emitted an agonized groan. I cried out, coming hard inside him.

He whimpered, trembling, as I emptied into him, sweat soaking his hair, his eyes still closed. I finished quickly and withdrew.

“James, can you help me unlock him?” I said, trembling myself with the aftershocks of my release and the strain of fucking him.

Sebastian gave out a moan that probably indicated how desperately he'd waited to hear those words. His eyes opened and looked so fiercely and thankfully into mine it sent a heat wave into my core.

James joined me in a moment and with his practiced skill we soon had Sebastian out of the device. As soon as we slid it off him, his dick swelled up to full height, bringing forth a deep groan of relief and pleasure. His breaths came quickly now, his eyes on me. His massive erection glistened with moisture in the light from the windows. I reached out, gently touching it with the tips of my fingers. He moaned and his cock twitched and I thought he might come just from that. He was so ready and I wanted to make it so good for him.

I turned to James. “You fuck him and I'll bring him off.”

James grinned. “What an excellent idea, Tate. I knew you'd be a natural at this.” He lubed himself up, spreading Sebastian's cheeks roughly with his thumbs. “You ready, boy? You've done so well. We're going to give you your reward now…”

Sebastian nodded as James slowly pushed his big cock into my boy's ass. I watched in fascination as Sebastian's cock surged and stood, reaching for something he couldn't quite attain, even after all this torture.

He groaned, fighting his restraints as James began to fuck him slowly but purposely. He must have been deliberately stroking Sebastian's prostate, because Sebastian almost cried with pleasure and desperation. I kept my eyes trained on his beautiful face as I reached between them and wrapped my hand around Sebastian's swaying, wet cock.

He yelled out desperately as I stroked him twice and James kept up his steady rhythm. Sebastian's entire body convulsed as his cock erupted in my tight hand, shooting thick white streams over his chest and belly. My mouth hung open at the amazing sight. Some of the come landed on his face, he ejaculated with such force, the power of his release indicative of the aroused state he had been in for so long. He came for a long time, making the most primal noises of pleasure and satisfaction.

When he finally settled into a jelly-like state of relaxation, James pulled out, bringing himself off all over my boy, covering him with even more hot spunk. My dick had become a semi in my pants watching the erotic scene, but I had enjoyed such an amazing release myself there wasn't anything left in me.

James helped me get Sebastian down. He was exhausted and no doubt sore. He could barely stand. We draped his arms around our shoulders and helped him up to the showers. I held him close to me under the hot spray as James washed us both thoroughly. He washed himself quickly, leaving us to recover, telling us to sleep in the spare room together.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Once More, With Feeling

I got Sebastian out of the shower and had him sit on the chair while I dried him off carefully. Had it all been too much for him? When he opened his eyes, giving me a weak smile, I felt the relief wash through me.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my brow wrinkled with concern.

He nodded. “I’m fine, Tate. I can’t even tell you…”

I thought I saw tears glisten in his eyes.

“Shhh. Let’s just go to bed,” I said, helping him up. I led him into the spare room and got him into some pajamas.

Curling up together under the blankets, I suddenly felt protective and a little bit guilty for what I'd put him through. “How's your poor ass?”

He grunted happily. “Fine. A bit sore but it's a good sore. Know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “So, you're really okay? We didn't…go too far?”

He turned, looking at me. “Did I safe-word?”

“No.”

“Then you didn't go too far.” He turned around, pulling me against him. “It was fucking fantastic. Now I understand the purpose of a cock cage.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. They're great, aren't they?”

“I've never held off to that point before. And when I finally came…fuck, Tate. I've never had an orgasm that intense or that long in my life. I'd do anything to have that experience again. Anything.”

§ § §

Sunday morning dawned bright and clear. The sun, streaming through the pale curtains of the guest room, woke us, and I wondered what the day would bring.

With permission from James, I drove Sebastian to church and watched him sing again, still feeling conflicted about our activities and this place of worship. But the sunshine streaming through the stained glass windows onto the heads of the people in the large congregation cheered something in me and I found myself smiling with genuine good nature at strangers. I mean, we all had private needs and desires. How we chose to satisfy them was nobody else’s business and I was as much a child of God as any of these people. Still, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat when my dick hardened at the memories of what I had shared with Sebastian and James the day before, and the thought of what I might be subjected to next.

§ § §

At one thirty I lay spread eagled on the bed in the loft, my wrists and ankles bound to the corners of the frame, a rubber hood over my head, and a phallus gag in my mouth—a toy to be played with, nothing more.

Before they had put the hood on me, I’d taken in the delightful sight of Sebastian in a pair of leather pants and bare feet, bare-chested. He’d had a mischievous glint in his blue eyes that made me a little bit nervous and a lot aroused.

“Sebastian told me you quite enjoyed the music at the service this morning. I was able to find something to play for you today that might enhance your experience.”

I grunted.

Suddenly, I heard music. The most beautiful young male voices began singing a familiar hymn.

“King's College Boy's Choir,” James murmured as the innocent young voices filled my ears with their golden tongues.

I felt the mattress sink beside me. The smell of leather suggested Sebastian since James had worn jeans.

I turned my head toward him, wishing I could see him.

I felt his lips—those sweet plump lips—on my neck, kissing me softly, like the lover he was and not the Dom he was supposed to be. But I wouldn't complain. It felt exquisite, accompanied by the rise of voices in the background.

Then I felt hands on my cock and balls. Somebody, James no doubt, fastened a cock ring on me. Then I felt him squeezing my scrotum and pulling my balls down. He fastened a device onto me that I recognized as a ball stretcher. I groaned at the sudden pulling sensation and my cock hardened further. All the while Sebastian kept up his soft kisses, now on my chest. James gave my cock a couple of long strokes as Sebastian took one of my nipples in his mouth. I made a noise, feeling my cock surge with pleasure.

“You are not to come, Tate, until Sebastian gives you permission. If you think you can't hold on, put up two fingers and we'll give you some time to recoup. If you want us to stop and unbind you, use the hand signals. Do you understand?”

I nodded, losing myself in the heavenly music as Sebastian moved to my other nipple. The ring and stretcher felt agonizingly good. I felt my cock sway as the two men teased me.

“I'm putting gloves on now, so you'll be able to tell who's touching you, and where.” In a moment James' gloved hands ran down my legs, first one and then the other, his fingers gliding along the sensitive insides of my thighs and knees. I felt Sebastian's naked hand on my dick. I moaned with pleasure as he stroked me softly and sucked at my sensitive nipple.

Now, in the loft, my mind filled with images of Sebastian singing in the church, combined with memories of having him under my command yesterday. The voices coming from the speakers helped carry me to my own vision of Heaven as my body tensed and relaxed under the gentle torture.

Sebastian licked a slow trail down my belly, ever closer to where I really wanted his lips and tongue. I groaned with impatience, trying to move my dick closer to his mouth—a futile endeavor since my bonds were tight. I felt his soft breath on my belly as he chuckled.

“It's no use, Tate…you're mine today,” he said softly, his breath tickling me between kisses. I whimpered and he laughed again. “James is going to put some lovely clamps on your nipples now.”

I felt my breath come more quickly with the anticipation. Sebastian's tongue swept along my cock at the same time James squeezed my left nipple and applied a metal clamp. I cried out in pleasure/pain, then again as he clamped the other one. Sebastian teased my cock with his tongue, sliding it up and down my length, licking the moisture from the tip, but not putting his mouth around me. I swallowed frantically against the invasive rubber phallus in my mouth as they teased me. Sebastian gently traced my balls with his tongue, an act that drove me crazy and made me fight my bindings. With the stretcher on, my balls were so very sensitive. Every touch of his tongue felt like a mild shock—both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time.

James’ gloved hands slid down my belly, and a finger probed my navel roughly. Another gloved hand wrapped around my erection, stroking firmly as I moaned and felt a drop of moisture ooze up out of my slit.

“Poor boy…” James whispered. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

I moaned in affirmation.

James' hand wrapped firmly around the base of my cock and Sebastian's mouth closed over the head.

I cried out, arching my back in pleasure but before I could fully enjoy it he came off me and I felt cold air hit the wetness. I groaned in frustration. I tried to beg but it was pointless, both because I was gagged and because they were relentless.

James' gloved hand began a concentrated rhythm of stroking downwards over my cock, but never up. He began at the head, slowly stroking down to the base, then released me and began at the head again. This downward movement felt wonderful, but the anticipation of an upward stroke, never satisfied, became pure torture. My poor cock strained and swelled, pleading silently for something more.

I felt Sebastian's hands on my ankle restraints. He released one ankle. “Bend your knee.” I did so. He placed my foot up near my bottom. I heard what sounded like a leather belt and suddenly he was strapping my thigh and calf together and buckling it tight. He did the same with the other leg, exposing my ass. Sure enough, as James continued the exquisite dick torture, I felt Sebastian's finger slide down my crack.

I made a desperate noise because I knew what was coming.

He nudged my hanging balls out of the way, spread me wide, and touched his tongue to the sensitive skin of my anus. I trembled as he probed me, gently at first then, as my cries became more uncontrolled and desperate, roughly and hard.

The noises I made then! Between begging him to stop and trying to push my cock further into James' grip, I became a crazy, horny animal.

He stopped finally and James' let me go. They gave me a few moments to calm down as I trembled with frustration. I moved my head from side to side, listening to the music rise around me, hoping for some relief.

Then there were lubed fingers on me, preparing me. A hot, hard cock pushed slowly into me. Whose was it? I couldn't even tell at this point. It felt so amazingly delicious and needed, I didn't care whether Sebastian or James fucked me. I suspected it was Sebastian, but then I heard James' hoarse voice above me.

“How does that feel, boy? How does my cock feel inside you?” he asked, thrusting into me hard.

I moaned and whimpered, my prostate at the mercy of his expert strokes, my dick bubbling over with moisture as he drilled me, but I was unable to come.

He fucked me harder, the bed moving with the force of it, and I felt Sebastian's tongue on my ear and his soothing voice. “Once he comes it's my turn.” He tickled my lobe with soft strokes of his tongue. “I can't wait to fuck you, baby. When I've come I'll let you, okay?”

I nodded, whimpering desperately as James fucked me ever harder, ramming his cock into me, torturing my prostate. He brought me to the edge again and again and I fought back the urge to come, praying he wouldn't last much longer.

Finally, he stilled and let out a cry. He thrust a couple more times, groaning with his release, and muttered shakily, “Now you're well filled, boy. Do you feel it? Do you feel my seed filling you up?”

I groaned and nodded, his words and the way he'd just fucked me making me dizzy. Such a fucking dirty and sexy man, it made my head spin. In another way, I couldn't wait for him to get out of me and let my boy in, because I was dying for that.

He pulled out and I felt one of his hands slap my cock roughly. It almost made me lose control and come. I bit my lip to hold back as he laughed.

I felt Sebastian take his place, as James grabbed my cock in a firm grip. “Don't you dare come until Sebastian tells you. If you come before that I will fuck you with the huge dildo and then myself again until you are so sore you'll be crying for your mommy.”

I nodded frantically, no doubt in my mind that he would carry that threat through. I would wait. I could do it.

I heard Sebastian's familiar noises as he settled within me. He began fucking me slowly, his cock now familiar and welcome. My legs had become sore from their bindings, my balls ached with the pressure of imminent release and the strain from the stretcher, but all I cared about was my boy taking his pleasure in me.

He quickened his pace and started moaning my name. I felt tears in the corners of my eyes, both from the torture of holding back and the sweetness of this gentle fucking. It went on for such a long time I thought I might die of it. His languorous, loving motions defeated me in a way that James' more vigorous pounding had not. His moans and soft cries above me were as sweet as the singing boys in my ears. I loved how much pleasure he derived from my body and I would give myself to him like this whenever he wanted me to.