Beyond the Edge (7 page)

I took Sebastian's glistening cock gently in hand, bending to my task. First things first. I licked that long drip of wetness off him slowly, trailing my tongue along his dick from the base to the soft, flushed tip.

He tasted amazing. Different from James, but a little the same too. His dick seemed softer. Well, he had the advantage of being younger, and he'd been the recipient of an expensive mud bath this very morning.

Sebastian moaned again, so hard and so turned on I knew it would be difficult for him to control it. But he definitely needed to learn that skill if he wanted to spend any amount of time with James. I had no intention of holding back. And perhaps a tiny part of me wanted to make him come in spite of himself, as he had done to me unintentionally in the shower.

I heard a sound behind me. I turned to see James unbutton his shirt and remove it and his hands move to his pants.

“Tate.” He admonished with a small shake of his head. I turned back to Sebastian, wondering what James had planned.

I lost myself to the joy of giving head. I worked Sebastian's beautiful cock into a desperate state while he moaned, gasped, and fought his restraints. When I started deep-throating him I felt his dick twitch and swell. I thought I had him, until I heard James' voice behind me.

“Enough. Tate, stop.”

I immediately came off Sebastian, watching his cock twitch at the loss of sensation. I think he barely held himself in check because his eyes closed and his eyebrows knit together in concentration. He gasped and trembled but managed to stave it off as another drip of moisture dribbled down his length. It was a beautiful sight. James and I both watched the manifestation of his control with fascinated gazes.

I turned to look at James who had undressed completely and stood, absently rubbing his impressive erection, regarding us contemplatively. My eyes traveled over his body, hard and muscled and absolutely perfect. The covering of soft, slightly graying body hair made him look that much more masculine and animalistic.

“Hmm. I think Sebastian needs to be fucked, Tate. Would you like to do it or shall I?”

I gulped.
Me me me!
But I said, “Whatever Master wishes.”

James nodded. “Go ahead, then. But, Tate…”

I hesitated.
Oh oh.

“Don’t you dare fucking come or I will give you a whipping you won’t forget.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And when you’re done with him, your ass is mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

James came around and climbed onto the bed, lowering his face to Sebastian’s. He grasped Sebastian’s chin in his hand, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “I’m going to let you come, Sebastian, but you do it on my command, understand?” he said quietly, his eyes moving from Sebastian’s blue orbs over the planes of his face and finally to those plump lips. They formed the words “Yes, Sir,” just before James kissed him hard. Sebastian moaned into the older man's mouth and writhed in his bindings.

I slathered lube onto my dick and pulled the vibe carefully out of Sebastian's ass, turning it off. Then I lined myself up, waiting for James to give me the okay.

He finished kissing Sebastian and pulled back. Arranging himself comfortably on the mattress beside us, he nodded.

Sebastian's glazed eyes met mine as I pushed slowly into him. His mouth opened and his eyes widened, his breaths coming in quick pants. I heard a deep groan come out of me at the pleasure of sheathing my cock in him, and an answering hiss from James, whose eyes locked on the place where Sebastian and I joined. He gripped his cock, rubbing it harshly as he watched my dick sink into his blond-haired boy.

“Oh, yes, that's it…”

He didn't need to encourage me. The heat and tightness of Sebastian's sweet passage proved encouragement enough, and at least my precipitous orgasm made it easier to maintain control now. I pulled back and thrust in again, delighting in Sebastian's loud groan. I hoped James didn't make the poor boy wait too long, but I didn't really care. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

I fucked Sebastian the only way I knew how—with skill, enthusiasm, and emotion. I groaned my pleasure with abandon, knowing that James would have told me to be silent if he'd wanted that. He wanted to hear me because he wanted to hear how much I enjoyed fucking his boy.

Poor Sebastian quivered and cried out beneath me. He was close, so close, but James had not given the command. I rubbed over his prostate again and again until I thought he might lose it and come without even a hand on his cock.

“Harder, Tate,” James said and I saw him reach out, grasping Sebastian's desperate cock in his large hand. “Now, Sebastian. Come now.”

He let out a sobbing groan and I watched as his cock erupted in James' hand, shooting thick strands of white onto his belly and chest. I pumped him as hard as I could. I felt his ass spasm around my dick, and my own body almost took over. But I pushed the cresting orgasm down by biting my lip hard and summoning up images of my grandmother. Sick, I knew, but it worked and, somehow, I didn't think the randy old biddy would mind.

James bent his head, engulfing the tip of Sebastian's spurting cock in his mouth and eliciting a strangled moan from the boy as his orgasm continued. James met my gaze as he swallowed Sebastian's come. He sucked the kid through what must have been a mind-blowing experience. My mouth fell open as I watched my Master suck another man's prick, my own dick dying for release. But I knew he wouldn't grant me permission to come again. Not for awhile.

Finally, Sebastian relaxed into the post-orgasmic state of jellyness that we were all familiar with.

James came off his cock and told me to get out of his boy. I did so, pleased at Sebastian's little whimper of sadness as I left him. He sighed, opening his eyes wearily.

James smiled down at him, stroking Sebastian's wilting cock lazily. “How was that, my lovely boy?”

“Awesome, Sir,” Sebastian breathed, absolutely glowing with sated desire and contentment.

James laughed. “You've done very well. I'm quite pleased. I'm going to have Tate undo your bonds. Go ahead and shower. Pajamas are in the cupboard. When you're clean, dry and clothed, go down to the living room. When I'm finished with Tate, I'll order you boys some pizza.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sebastian said.

I unfastened the wrist cuffs and moved out of the way so that Sebastian could get off the bed. He went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start.

James was standing beside the bed with his arms folded across his chest as he gazed at me. His cock was huge and red and hard. “Very nicely done, Tate. You seem to be redeeming yourself. But I'm not done punishing you for that slip in the shower.” He walked over to the drawer from which I'd gotten the wrist cuffs and ass vibe. My stomach dropped because I knew the only thing left in that drawer was a huge black hard-rubber dildo.

Sure enough, he opened the drawer, taking out the intimidating thing and throwing it onto the bed in front of me.

“Lube it up, please,” he ordered.

Oh crap.
I got the lube and started coating the huge dildo with the stuff. I would damn well soak the thing in it…

I heard the bedsprings creak a bit as James came up behind me, but I wasn’t ready for the stinging slap he dealt my behind. I yelped in surprise and pain.

“Naughty boy. What the hell is going on with you, Tate?”

I stilled my hands, looking him in the eyes. I shrugged. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Did you forget your safe words?” he asked.

“In the heat of the moment, yes, Sir.”

“I should have gone over them with you. But you should have reviewed your notes for this weekend, Tate. You know I don't tolerate carelessness.”

I nodded.
Boy, do I know that.
“Yes, Sir.”

“Keep lubing that monster, Tate. It’s big, I know, but I want it to be as comfortable as possible.” He swiped a bit of the lube onto his fingers.

“Yes, Sir.” I returned to my task as I felt his hand on my ass, soothing where he had slapped me. His fingers slipped into my crack and he pushed two unceremoniously into me without preamble. I groaned and my hands stilled. He pumped his fingers in and out of me roughly, surely enjoying my grunts of pain and pleasure.

“Give me the dildo.”

I handed it to him, trying to prepare myself for the inevitable, which proved impossible. When I felt the huge thing at my hole I tensed, starting to panic.

“Easy, Tate. Relax. You’ll be fine.” His voice sounded soft and encouraging, rather than domineering.

Easy for you to say.
But the confidence and kindness of his tone helped me relax. I took a couple of deep breaths, feeling the huge thing press against my hole, and consciously opened for him. He pressed it firmly again and it started to go in. “Good boy…”

I trembled at the sensation of being skewered on the gigantic thing. He kept up the steady pushing as it slowly, very slowly, slid all the way in. It hurt, I couldn’t deny that, but it filled me up so good, too. I moaned. He let it sit inside me for a bit while I got used to it.

“Oh, fuck, Tate, that looks so amazing in your bottom. Do you like being my little fuck toy?”

I whimpered, my ass throbbing with residual pain and rising pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”

He laughed and slapped me hard again.

“I know you do you delicious little slut.” He pulled the dildo almost all the way out. I moaned in pleasure, then he shoved it mercilessly up my poor ass. I cried out at the sensation as he did it again, and again. He fucked me with it, so roughly and so relentlessly I had to fight the tears back from my squeezed-shut eyes, but I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Not on the first damn night. Besides, although it hurt, my cock strained and wept at the divine pleasure of it too.

He kept it up, listening to my cries and grunts and groans, until I didn’t think I could take any more. Finally, he pulled it out all the way and threw it onto the coverlet beside me. Before I could even thank my lucky stars, his own massive prick pushed into me. He was smaller than the dildo, thank God, but still quite big. Now I felt only pleasure while he slammed into me again and again, fucking me the way he knew I loved it, little fuck-toy that I was.

“Don’t you fucking come, Tate. This is for my pleasure, not yours,” he gasped.

I moaned out a shaky “Yes, Sir,” as he pounded me.

“You are my little slut, aren’t you, Tate?”

“Yes, Sir!” I moaned.

“You love having my cock buried in your ass, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes, Sir!” I yelled, feeling the pleasure build. He fucked me like an animal.

“I’m going to fucking shoot my load into you, you little cunt, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Since he had the habit of becoming progressively more lewd the closer to orgasm he got, I knew he was almost there. His words thrilled me as much as his dick pistoning me and I had to fight again to hold back my own climax.

“Who’s my fuck toy, Tate? Who likes getting his ass pounded?” He moaned, approaching his release.

“I do, Sir! I’m your fuck toy! I like getting my ass pounded by your huge fucking cock! Fuck me, Sir! Please come in me! I’m such a dirty boy! Fill my ass…please…please…” I said through clenched teeth. I could give it right back to him, and I knew he loved that about me.

His loud cry covered my words as he jerked hard against me, filling me with his juice like I’d begged him. My heart hammered in my chest, my cock throbbing and aching with envy. He groaned and gasped as his pinnacle continued, his sweaty forehead resting on my back while his cock twitched inside me.

We stayed like this for several long moments.

Finally, he lifted his head and pulled out of me silently, slapping my ass gently. “Excellent. Now that, my dear boy, is how I want you to behave for the rest of the weekend.”

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his discarded shirt and cleaned up his softening dick. “You. In the shower. Now.”

I scuttled off to the shower, my poor cock rock hard, my ass still tingling with pleasure.

CHAPTER SIX

Shopping Trip

When I got downstairs, Sebastian lay sprawled on the sofa in blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, watching TV. My poor hard cock twitched at that delectable sight—freshly showered, damp-haired, sexy blond boy. I knew James’ restriction on climaxing was still in place for me so I hadn't dared rub one out in the shower. He had hidden cameras all over this place. Plus, he would just know.

Sebastian smiled and blushed when he saw me. God, he was so cute! He sat up straighter on the couch. “Hi Tate.”

“Hey,” I said, sitting next to him. It was hard not to touch him or kiss him, because I wanted to, so much.

He stared at me, like he was thinking the same thing.

“I really…”

“Thanks for…”

We both started talking at the same time, then stopped, laughing.

“You first,” he said to me.

“I really hope you're enjoying yourself,” I said with a grin. “'Cause I'm having a great time.”

He blushed more and nodded. “Jesus, do you even have to ask? I wanted to thank you for not being upset that James brought me in. I mean, I know it was just gonna be you and him, and maybe you wanted that?”

I shook my head. “It's fine. It's good. It's fucking great actually. I didn't really know what to expect at first, but I'm fucking loving this. I get to be with two really attractive men. And I like being ordered around, especially when it involves fucking a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. Even if I don't get to come.”

His eyebrows knit together. “I'm really sorry I made you come in the shower.”

I laughed. “Sebastian, don't be sorry. Yeah, I screwed up but…it was kinda worth it.” I stared into his blue eyes. “Felt really, really good.” I grinned.

He smiled back at me. “For me too. And later, I mean, holy shit! I don't think I've ever come so hard. Ever.”

I nodded, picking up the remote and turning the TV back on. “Well, James is very good at what he does.”

We flipped channels in companionable silence until the doorbell rang. James had given me some money for the pizza guy, so I paid and brought the paper plates, soda water, and pizza into the family room. We were both starving so it didn't take us long to polish off a large vegetarian. James didn't believe in processed meats.