Beyond the Edge (10 page)

Sebastian made a little noise of pleasure.

“There we go…”

Sebastian moaned.

“Good boy.”

Again, quiet. Then James said, “Open…open,” and I knew he was pushing the plug in. My cock swelled again painfully as Sebastian groaned long and hard. I pictured the scene in my mind and emitted a noise myself.

“That's it. Good. Excellent.”

I heard Sebastian panting as he got used to the big plug.

“Okay. Up on your knees again. You can watch from here.”

“Yes, Sir.” I heard shuffling as he got into position.

Next, James brought the phallus gag over. As he put it on me he whispered in my ear. “I know you like it.”

I grunted in acknowledgement.
Thank you so fucking much.
Man if he knew how insolent I was being in my head I’d be in so much trouble. Thank goodness for the gag.

“You ready?” he asked.

I gazed at the wall in front of me, nodding.

“Remember the hand signals—one finger for 'hold on a second,' two fingers for 'stop right now,' three fingers for 'I'm in serious trouble.' And if that's ever the case shake your head quickly from side to side and make a loud noise as well.”

I nodded and grunted.
Ready as I’ll ever be.

I heard his footsteps on the wood floor as he walked over to where the floggers and paddles hung. I had a thing for floggers and didn’t really worry about that part of the punishment. I could handle the sting and the burn from even the heaviest of them, and the sensation of having a flogger run softly over your skin felt amazing. But the paddles could be intense. I already had experience with James’ paddling expertise. He certainly knew how to get the best reactions out of a sub. Or the worst, for that matter.

I wondered what Sebastian would think about this demonstration. Would it turn him on or would he not like it at all? So far, he had been pretty receptive to everything we’d done. So far he’d been a dream and I was pretty sure James thought so too.

“Floggers are wonderful things, Sebastian,” James said. I knew he stood right behind me, his voice sounded so close.

Ready, set, go…

Sure enough, the leather strands of a flogger hit me on the back of my left thigh, then my right. But it was too gentle. I resisted the urge to laugh, knowing that there would be nothing funny when he got serious.

“You can do it lightly, like this.” He flogged me gently again, this time on my buttocks. It felt really good, but I knew what would come next.

“Or you can give it a bit heavier.” He flogged me hard on my bare back, then my buttocks, which were still sensitive from this morning. I gasped at the sting of it but let the heat envelope me like a warm blanket. “Do you see?”

“Yes, Sir,” I heard Sebastian answer.

“Would you like to try?”

Wait…what? Oh no no no. This isn’t part of the plan…maybe he’ll say no…

“Yes, Sir.”

Fuck.

I closed my eyes and struggled slightly, not really sure why this bothered me, just knowing that it did.

“What’s the matter, Tate? You don’t like this idea?”

Oh shit. How can he tell?

“I want to give Sebastian a good idea what this is all about and the only way to do that is to let him have a go at it.”

Or, you could let me flog
him
. That would do the job too.
Thank God I had a fucking gag in my mouth.

Suddenly, I felt James' hand caressing my bottom. He moved in close beside me and whispered in my ear. “Don't worry. You'll get your turn.”

Oh yeah. That’s the ticket.
Now I felt a little more enthusiastic, but it still made me uncomfortable. Which perhaps was the point? Oh, who was I kidding. I knew that was the fucking point.

Because it was one thing to be flogged by your Master. That was par for the course and the reason I'd signed up for this weekend. But to be flogged by another sub? It suddenly made me feel littler than little, the sub's sub. I didn't like it, but I had to take it.

I sighed and settled myself down to wait for the next strike.

I heard some noises behind me, leading me to believe James wasn't just handing the flogger over to Sebastian. Something else was going on, because Sebastian moaned and I heard James chuckle slightly. Dammit, I wished I could see. I felt a small flare of something, like jealousy, rise up inside me. This unexpected emotion refused to be specified onto any one individual. I felt left out and alone and I didn't like that either.

“Good boy, Sebastian. I love that you're so responsive, and yet you're able to maintain control and do as you're told.”

“Yes, Sir.” Hearing a quiver in Sebastian's voice, I wondered if James' actions had caused it or the anticipation of his flogging lesson. Probably both.

“Are you right handed?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay. Hold this firmly in your right hand, but keep your wrist supple. That's it. Now, stand here.”

I heard their voices closer now.

“Okay. See what you can do. On the buttocks first.”

I felt the flogger strands come down across my bottom, so gently, and this time I did laugh. I couldn't help it. Although a dream sub, Sebastian hadn't shown any inclination toward topping in a BDSM sense.

“He's laughing at you, Sebastian. Do it harder.”

The flogger came down a bit harder on my ass and I couldn't help laughing again.
I’m sorry, Sebastian, it’s just you…

Ow! Jesus Christ that fucking hurt!

I was sure that James had taken the thing from him until I heard James' laughter and, “Very good! That is excellent. Just like that. You've got his attention now.”

What the fuck? Ow!

I struggled as the flogger came down hard again and again on my now burning ass. I mean, I could take it, I’d had worse. But I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Sebastian flogged me and not James. The knowledge that the lovely blond-haired, blue-eyed boy I'd been developing such affectionate feelings for now flogged my sorry ass within an inch of its life was…mind blowing? So humiliating and surprising that my cock swelled in its confinement and ached with desire as each strike of the flogger lashed sparks on my skin. I struggled helplessly as it went on for awhile.

“Enough. That's enough now.” James stopped him. Sebastian was breathing heavily from the exertion of flogging me.

Oh, poor baby. Bastard. Goddamn beautiful, angelic bastard.

“Give it to me now. I want you to watch my technique again, paying attention to the placement of the strikes and the reactions I’m eliciting.”

Oh crap.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy flogging Tate’s lovely bottom?”

“Yes, Sir.” I heard a smile in his voice.

Bastard.

“Tell him. You can touch him.”

Oh…lordy.

The soft falls of Sebastian’s bare feet approached. When his warm hand touched the burning skin of my ass I opened my eyes. He leaned his cheek against the wall beside my face, only inches away, his vibrant blue eyes holding mine. He’d never looked so confident and at ease. “Tate…” he whispered.

I whimpered at the sudden feeling of vulnerability he elicited in me, more from the way he looked at me right now than anything else. I felt open and bare underneath that gaze.

“I really loved flogging your ass,” he said with a guilty little smile as he caressed my bottom very tenderly. “Did you like it?”

I moaned then and nodded, unable to deny that I
had
enjoyed it. His ability to switch so easily into the role of a Dominant had at first startled, then aroused me.

He leaned closer, kissing the corner of my mouth around the strap of the gag.

Fuck me.
My cock twitched and pulsed as the heat from the flogging began to fade into a lovely sort of shadow.

Sebastian moved away as James cleared his throat behind me. “We’re almost finished with the flogger, Tate. I just want to show Sebastian some of the finer points.”

James flogged me again, using different strengths and speeds, placing his strikes in a premeditated pattern designed to bring the blood to the surface of my whole body, thus increasing its sensitivity to the slightest touch.

“There now. Look how pink his skin is. That’s what you’re going for.” I heard him put the flogger down and come closer. Then his hands were on my wrists and sliding gently along my splayed arms, then down over the sensitive flesh of my back and buttocks. He grabbed the base of the plug, rocking it inside me, until I moaned in excitement and pleasure. He released it and stepped back.

“Get me the wooden paddle, Sebastian.”

Oh crappity crap crap. Now I’m in for it.
My mind swirled. Would
he
do it, or would he let Sebastian try? Either way, I was so screwed.

Turned out I had to suffer both of them, taking turns paddling me with that goddamn big wood paddle that made my ass smart, sting and burn like nothing else. It got to the point where I couldn’t discern the difference. I’d descended into such a hazy sub state I couldn’t tell who administered my torment, only that the torment continued.

I moaned and gasped, struggling in my bonds, trying to twist away from the pain, but it was hopeless. Finally, I stopped fighting it and let it envelope and enfold me in its intensity. My dick swelled futilely as my ass burned with pain.

Finally, it stopped. My body sang with wave after wave of pain/pleasure. My whole body throbbed, my ass most of all, the breaths coming quick and heavy from my nose.

It’s over it’s over it’s all good it’s gonna be good it’s gonna be so good in a little bit…

And it was. As the intensity started to fade, a feeling of calm and pleasure spread over me, and I relaxed, knowing I would take whatever he gave me next without question. I had achieved perfect “sub-space” now and James knew it.

Suddenly he spoke in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, Tate.” I felt him twist the plug and pull it gently out. “I’m going to come in that burning, luscious ass of yours.”

I whimpered.

I heard the rip of foil and my heart sank. “But you’re not getting the good stuff. You’re still being punished, and what better way to do that than to withhold what you crave so desperately?”

I groaned as he pushed his massive, condom-sheathed cock into me.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” His breath hitched as he filled me and started rocking against me. “And then Sebastian’s going to fuck you, and you’re not getting any of that either.”

I sobbed my disappointment, truly being used now, not even getting the satisfaction of a filled ass when it was done. At the same time, I delighted in my debasement and groaned even louder as the pleasure built inside me.

“And you’re not going to come. You’re going to just take it, like the perfect little sub you are, boy.”

I nodded frantically, desperate for the sensations he allowed me, and became nothing and no one—not Tate or Boy or Slut—simply a willing object for any and all who wanted to take pleasure in me.

I completely forgot myself as James fucked me, so skillfully and thoroughly, until, with a loud grunt of pleasure, he came.

Then Sebastian fucked me so desperately and so fucking hard that when he reached his climax with a cry I moaned in empathy and envy. He kissed and nuzzled my neck and chin in thanks before pulling out and being promptly dismissed.

I heard Sebastian exit and close the door behind him while James unfastened my wrist and ankle restraints, speaking quietly to me. “You were perfect, Tate, I'm so proud of you…such a happy little slut.” He gave my sore ass a slap as he finished freeing me. He didn't remove my gag. “Over to the bed, on your hands and knees.”

I took a step and wobbled. He grasped my elbow and helped me walk to the bed, where he helped me up onto it.

I wondered if he would finally let me come, or if more torment lay ahead of me. There was no clock in this room, by design, so I had no idea how long we'd already been playing or the exact hour.

He made me lean forward and fastened my wrists together over my head and to an eye hook on the wall above the mattress.

“Good lad. I'll be right back.”

I focused in on the various sensations that surrounded me. My muscles ached, my skin tingled, my cock swelled and complained in the metal contraption that held it down. I wished they hadn't worn condoms so that I could feel the warm evidence of their desire for me trickling down my thighs. James certainly knew how to punish me. Withholding that pleasure really hit me where it hurt and made me feel so unworthy, but I would prove to him by the end of the weekend that I deserved it.

Suddenly, I felt the mattress dip and his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I groaned in surprise as he went to work, teasing me with his skillful tongue in that most sensitive area. My poor cock swelled and tried to stand, making me whimper with pain as the pleasure from James' tongue coursed through me. The cage soon became coated with pre-cum from my yearning prick.

No Dom had ever rimmed me before. It was something that subs usually had to do to their Doms. But I already knew that James loved rimming and delighted in the tastes of other men as much as I did. I groaned again and tried to twist away from him, as the intense sensations kept torturing my cock.

He gripped my thighs firmly with his arms and ate my ass until I writhed and whimpered in the agony of my distress.

He tormented me for at least ten minutes, then told me to roll over onto my back.

When I saw the key to the cage in his hand I almost sobbed with relief.

He held it up. “Your punishment is over, Tate. I'm going to take the cage off. But do exactly as I tell you or I'll lock you back into it tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words were muffled by the gag but he could understand me. I panted, pulling against my bonds with barely restrained excitement.

He unlocked the cage and freed my dick. It stood immediately, rock hard and red while we both looked at it and each other. I let out a gasp and moan at the pleasure of it as James picked up the plug and reinserted it. My cock swayed and twitched from the feeling of that and the knowledge that it would get some relief soon. I grunted as the plug seated itself once again, and moaned as James rocked it and thrust it inside me, teasing my prostate until I thought I might die.