Beyond the Edge (5 page)

“What are you talking about, Budgie?”

He laughed again. I wondered why he hadn't been snapped up by some TV production company to provide the voice of an evil cartoon villain. “Not only are you subbing to the sexiest, most sought after Dom in town but you're doing it alongside the most delectable piece of fresh meat I've seen in twenty years.
Twenty years, Tate.
And, yes, I’m that old.”

“Look, Budgie, I know he’s cute…”
God knows I know that.
My dick twitched in sympathy.

“Cute?
Cute
?” I heard his heavy breathing and muttered curses. “Taylor Lautner is cute. Justin fucking Bieber is
cute
! Sebastian is… oh, Tate, you should see him now…he's even more gorgeous now I've done
my
bit. And it was torture. It was fucking torture not being able to do anything more than apply wax strips to that supple skin and… and…” He sniffled. “I made him cry, Tate. I made the poor boy cry and I could just feel God and all the angels frowning down on me…”

Okay, this is ridiculous.
“Budgie, you made
me
cry if you remember. You didn’t seem to care much.”

“You deserved it. But, honestly, Tate, this kid is gonna be the death of you. Maybe the death of James too.”

I felt a shiver go down my spine and up my dick. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, dear, dear, Tate, that your lovely Sebastian is a goddamn male Helen of Troy. You remember Helen of Troy? The face that launched a thousand ships?”

“Um, I guess so?”

“She caused the Trojan War. Because two powerful men were fighting over her.”

“What the hell does this have to do with Sebastian?”

“He told me James asked him,
asked him
, to come to training. Do you know what that means, Tate?”

“Well…”

“I'll tell you. It means James is interested in him. And you'd better keep your hands off him except when you're with James and he's specifically telling you what to do to him.”

I huffed, suddenly uncomfortable. “What, you think I don't know that?”

This time he laughed with even more of an evil undercurrent. “Oh, I know you know that, Tate. I just don't trust
you
not to fall for this boy. Do you know what he said to me when I told him to roll over, after I made him cry pulling out his pubes?”

“No…”

“He said, Yes, Sir. I’m telling you, Tate, he is gonna make James so proud and so crazy with lust and so fucking horny that you’d better not get in the way. Not if you know what’s good for you…”

Okay, I’ve had enough.
“Thanks, Budgie. I’ll keep that in mind. I need to take a shower and get going.”
Talk about being overly dramatic.

“Okay. Good luck. When you see that boy naked and smooth you are gonna blow your wad, Tate…”

“Okay, bye Budgie.” I hung up the phone, laughing and shaking my head at his dramatic warning. What the hell? Sure, the kid was sexy. But a male Helen of Troy? That seemed a bit over-the-top.

I showered thoroughly and dressed in brand new black boxer briefs, jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt. I anticipated being summarily stripped soon after crossing James’ threshold, but I wanted to look clean and fresh from the bottom up, just in case.

CHAPTER FOUR

The Fun Begins

At five fifty p.m. I pulled into the driveway of James Lucas' large suburban home in Ottawa's south end. It looked like all the other houses. I wondered if his neighbors knew what he got up to inside those walls?

Just thinking about it made my stomach clench with anticipation, excitement, and a bit of fear as I got out of the car and approached his front door. There was no sign of Sebastian. Mine was the only car in the drive. Perhaps he would arrive later.

My breathing quickened when I walked up the steps to the small front porch. My cock had been erect since before my shower—using the enema kit had primed me for the rest of the evening. It strained against my jeans as if trying to escape as I rang the bell.

No immediate response. I waited patiently for a few moments, trying to decide whether his delay in answering the door was part of the game, or if I should ring the bell again. Then the door opened. Expecting James, I was surprised to see Sebastian before me, wearing black jeans and a white button-up but no shoes.

He smiled and opened the door wide. “Hi, Tate. Come in. James is in the study. He told me to answer the door.”

I nodded, my eyes flying over Sebastian, my brain acknowledging the accuracy of my memory. Except he looked even better than I remembered. I stepped inside, removing my shoes and jacket as Sebastian hung my jacket in the closet.

He took my hand and led me down the hall, his touch giving me goosebumps and making my cock ache deliciously. I knew better than to ask any questions because I was sure Sebastian had strict instructions from James as to what to do with me.

He led me into what appeared to be the living room. For the first time I really took in the décor. Two comfy-looking sofas faced each other, a leather ottoman between them, while an expensive looking modern armchair sat at an angle by the gas fireplace. A large flat screen TV hung on the wall above the mantel.

Sebastian cleared his throat and gestured to one of the sofas. “I need you to sit down.” He smiled shyly as I did so. I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest, wondering what would happen now.

Sebastian's crystalline blue eyes gazed into mine for a moment as he knelt before me. “I'm supposed to blow you…” he said nervously, looking up at me as if for permission.

My mouth opened involuntarily and I nodded.
Oh yeah. That sounds good to me.

“…But you can’t come.”

Of course.
Dammit.
Of course I wouldn’t be allowed to come. I nodded again, closing my mouth and preparing myself.

As he undid the top button of my fly, I glanced around the room, looking for a camera. Sure enough, I spotted one in the corner. Clever man, James.

Still, this was a pretty gentle way to start out. I’d half expected him to meet me at the door, tell me to strip and drag me to the loft.

I heard Sebastian’s quick breaths as he undid my jeans and pulled them down. I lifted my ass to help him but otherwise kept my hands still. I hadn’t been instructed to do anything but sit here and not come so that’s what I would to do.

He glanced up at me with those baby blue eyes. The dimple in his cheek when he grinned made my cock twitch. I saw the excitement and eagerness in his eyes. No doubt he saw the matching emotions in my own.

He looked down and touched my straining erection through my blue boxer briefs as I gasped. We looked at each other again and he blushed. “Ready?” he said breathlessly.

I nodded. I didn’t speak since I wasn’t sure I was allowed to. I wanted to be good this weekend, more than anything else.

I felt his fingers slide under the band of my boxers before he pulled them down. I lifted up again to help as he slid them down to my knees. My cock stood hard and eager between us as we both looked at it. Sebastian exhaled shakily, touching me gently with his fingers. “So big…” he breathed. “So fucking gorgeous…” He looked at me. I gave him an encouraging and grateful smile while my brows knit in concentration as I tried to keep my excitement under control. Fuck, he hadn’t even put his mouth on me yet…

He slid a warm hand around the base of my standing dick and when his lips touched me I couldn’t help a moan escaping. Those lips…those goddamn perfect plump lips…on my cock…

He kissed my length, up and down, over my smooth as-silk sack and the tops of my thighs. Now I was grateful for the expert waxing that Budgie had dealt me. Sure, it had hurt like fucking hell but I did look pretty and James would be pleased. By the time Sebastian started on me with his tongue my nerves were so heightened I let out an unanticipated moan.

Get it together, get it together.
I tried not to watch but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that tousled blond head. When he looked up at me with those blue eyes, making sure I enjoyed myself, my cock throbbed. I wanted to tell him not to tease me so, to just go at it, because that would be easier to withstand than this leisurely torture.

Of course, when he finally took me completely in his mouth, I had to bite my lip and think about dead dogs in order not to let go. I hadn’t orgasmed in forty-eight hours, and I’d dreamt about Sebastian’s mouth on my dick for the past seventy-two. I forced myself to close my eyes and lean my head back, so that I could put all my concentration into staving off my orgasm as he sucked and licked my cock with astounding enthusiasm and flawless technique. He might be new to the sub game, but definitely not to oral sex.

I made involuntary whimpering noises as he worked me and I heard moans come from him as well. I'm sure his dick felt as desperate as mine. If he enjoyed giving head as much as I did, well, he probably found this difficult too.

Putting us into this position proved very clever of James, because he didn't have to lift a finger to have us both at his mercy. When I thought I couldn't hold on much longer, we heard a deep, husky voice on the speaker system.

“That's enough, Sebastian. Tate, get dressed and both of you meet me at the top of the stairs, please.”

Sebastian immediately took his mouth off me and stood up, smiling and holding out his hand. It took me a moment to compose myself and when he stood, the massive bulge in his black jeans moved to eye level. Holy Mother of God. It looked huge. Why hadn’t Budgie said anything about the
size
of it?

I grasped his hand as he helped me up, putting myself back together as best I could. Stuffing my cock into my boxers and my jeans, I fumbled with the button when Sebastian said, “Here, let me…” and my hands fell to my sides obediently. He shoved his hand down my pants, pushing the head of my dick lower. I hissed in surprise, pain, and pleasure as he swiftly buttoned me up.

My cock hurt but at least I was decent. I didn't dare speak but smiled in gratitude. He nodded, taking my hand again and leading me back to the hall.

As we approached the circular stair I looked up to see James standing at the top, staring down at us. Dressed in suit pants and a grey shirt, as if he'd just finished work for the day, he looked like something out of a gay porno titled “Hard Day at the Office.” He'd undone the top buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to just below the elbow. His black polished shoes looked quite expensive.

He watched us as we climbed the stairs to stand before him, an impassive expression on his hardened features. My stomach started to swirl again.

“Tate. I see that Sebastian welcomed you into my home properly. You may speak.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“Sebastian, you followed my instructions perfectly. I'm very pleased.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He eyed the bulges in our jeans, raising an eyebrow. “Are you both enjoying yourselves so far?”

“Yes, Sir,” we said.

“That's good. So am I. Come with me.”

We followed like good little subs as he led us through the large master bedroom and into a huge en-suite bathroom. It contained a massive jetted tub, a large vanity with two sinks over which hung a giant mirror, and a large walk-in two-person shower, with no curtain or doors. Across from the shower sat a comfortable looking retro green vinyl chair upon which James immediately seated himself.

“Both of you, strip, and get in the shower. I'd like to ensure that you're both thoroughly clean before we get down to business.”

Sebastian and I started to remove our clothing.

“I trust that you followed my instructions, but it never hurts to make sure you didn't miss anything. Tate, did you do your enema?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent. I want you to get comfortable doing those, as I will request it often. Cleanliness is so important for these sorts of games.”

“Yes, Sir,” we replied.

I tried to keep my eyes off Sebastian as he removed his clothes, but it was difficult. I glanced at James. He watched us with an impenetrable expression as his eyes roamed over us.

When we'd finished and had placed our folded clothes neatly on top of the hamper as instructed, he spoke again.

“In the shower, please. I want you to clean each other and I want it to be thorough. That means behind the ears and in the crack. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” we said. We stepped into the shower. It was only after I'd turned on my showerhead and turned around that I got a good look at Sebastian. If we were in a cartoon there'd be bombs going off in the balloon over my head.
Jesus fucking Christ.
If he wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I mean,
ever.

He was facing the other way and had tilted his head forward under the water to let it soak his hair. The warm rivulets ran over his defined muscles and smooth skin, down his long legs and into the drain at his beautiful naked feet.

I glanced at James. He sat there, watching us intently with a little hint of a smile on his face. I turned back to Sebastian, picking up the body wash.

“You can talk to each other,” James said, “but only about the task at hand, please.”

“Turn around,” I said to Sebastian.

Sebastian turned his head and smiled, twisting under the hot water until he stood before me in all his glory. He shook the water out of his eyes. We stared at each other for a long moment, during which we seemed to communicate our mutual pleasure at what was occurring.

“Get on with it,” James said sternly.

I broke from that blue-eyed gaze and poured some body wash into my hand. For the next fifteen minutes I soaped and lathered that beautiful boy from top to bottom, not missing a spot, delighting in his soft smiles and grunts of pleasure from my gentle ministrations. Afterwards, he did the same to me. This reciprocal bathing resulted in some pretty obvious signs of arousal by the time we'd finished. Our dicks looked like a matching set, although I noticed that Sebastian's stood somewhat thicker and longer than my own.

We glanced at James. He had crossed one of his long legs over the other and watched us with a lackadaisical air that belied the bulge we could both see tenting the front of his pants.