Beyond the Edge (9 page)

Out in the parking lot, Sebastian tripped on his shoelace and everything went flying, including him. He landed on his knees in a puddle and our hard won purchases scattered around him, luckily on dry pavement.

He almost started crying. I looked down at him, up at Heaven, down at him again, swore, and bent to help him up.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He stood with my help and nodded. “I'm fine, I'm fine. You're not supposed to help me though, right?”

I shrugged. We gathered up the scattered shopping and headed for my car. “Technically, I wasn't supposed to help you in the store. It didn't say anything about the parking lot.”

He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“What James doesn't know won't hurt me.”

“Thanks…”

I opened the car door and we dumped all our stuff on the floor of the backseat. After the experience in the store I didn't give a rat’s ass who saw this stuff in my car.

Our next stop, Wicked Wanda’s, would not be so terribly embarrassing. At least anyone who was shopping there was privy to their own secret proclivities and intentions, and the staff didn't make any judgments about what people bought.

Sebastian was rather silent on the way there.

“Are you sure you're okay, Sebastian?” I asked. His jeans were soaked and muddy from the knees down, his hands scraped and dirty.

He sighed. “Yep. Just not used to this kind of thing, I guess. The physical stuff I can take. It's this mental game-playing that's hard.”

“How do you feel, mentally, right now?”

“Violated, humiliated, shamed, and beaten.”

“Well, that is exactly how James wants you to feel. So, if you want, think of it like this. You are fulfilling his wish for you at this moment. That is all we should desire this weekend. To please him. You give yourself up to James for the next forty-eight hours and don't pay any attention to your own ego, even if it's writhing in humiliation and agony.”

He looked at me with amazement. “Wow. That's a really good way of looking at it.”

“It's the only way, really. Feel better?”

“Yes. Much. Thanks.”

“Don't worry. This part will be much more fun,” I said as I pulled into the parking lot.

Wicked Wanda’s, a small, tucked away little gem off Bank Street, was the best place to buy sex toys. They had the best prices, the best selection, even for BDSM gear, and the friendliest, most knowledgeable staff. I frequented the place myself, so I was pretty comfortable shopping here. As we went inside I pulled James' second list from my pocket.

Sebastian looked around at all the toys on display, his eyes widening, not from embarrassment this time. There wasn't even anyone else in the store, except a middle-aged woman who immediately approached us with a friendly smile.

“Hi there. Can I help you find anything today?” she asked. “I'm Sandra.”

“Um…” Sebastian murmured, looking at me.

“Yes, please.” I showed her my list. “I've been told to pick up all of these items, but there are only product numbers.”

She took the list from me, perusing it and then looking at us with renewed interest. “I see. So you don't know what you're in for.” It was a statement rather than a question, and I could see a hint of amusement on her face as she led us over to the whips and paddles.

“Well, I've got an idea…” I said, as she reached up and flipped through a row of paddles hanging together on a rack.

“Ah,” she reached one down. It was broad, wooden, and looked like it would give a serious swat. More serious than the one he’d used on me this morning. “This is the first item on your list.”

I took it from her, turning it over and hefting it in my hand. It was pretty heavy. I looked at Sebastian. “Bend over,” I said and started to laugh at the expression on his face. “Just kidding. I wouldn't dare. Do you know what James would do to me for paddling his boy without permission?”

Sebastian covered up his obvious relief with curiosity. “What's the next thing on that list?”

“Hm, let's see…” Sandra looked at the list. “Ah yes. Come over here, gentlemen.”

We followed her over to the butt toy section.

“Jesus Christ…” Sebastian murmured. “Some of these are huge.”

The woman laughed. “They come in all shapes and sizes. Just like people.” She picked up a motherfucking gigantic fist shaped dildo and I almost pissed my pants. Sebastian made a frightened noise.

“Something like this, for instance, is only for serious players.”

“Um, that's not on the list, is it?” Sebastian squeaked.

“No, sweetie, it's not on your list.” She put it back and picked up a realistic looking flesh colored phallus, large but not incredibly intimidating. “This one is though.”

I nodded. “Okay. That's…manageable.” It was smaller than the black one I’d had in me yesterday.

We all laughed, with relief.

Then she picked up a large butt plug. “How about this?”

I raised my eyebrows “Well…”

“You need two of them. I'll have to go in the back.” She handed me the plug and went through a door at the back.

Sebastian and I looked at the large plug. “I guess we don't have to fight over it, since we're getting two,” I said, attempting humor.

“He's gonna put that in my ass?” Sebastian asked fearfully.

I shrugged. “Or tell me to put it there. Haven't you ever been plugged?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Oh boy, are you in for a treat. Feels amazing. Especially if you're plugged when he paddles you.”

“Really?”

“Well,
I
really like it.”

Sandra came back with two plugs and the flesh colored dildo in packages. I put the display model back on the shelf.

“I’ll put these on the counter for you,” she said with a smile. Thank God for Sandra. This was much more pleasant than the whole Shoppers Drug Mart fiasco.

“Thanks.”

When she returned she looked at the list again. “Okay. Nipple clamps and ball stretchers.”

Sandra collected the rest of the items on our list. He only wanted one set of each, so that was mildly comforting. Okay, not really.

I gave Sandra James' credit card.

“Hmm, I figured it was him. You're not the first attractive young men to come in here looking for items on a specific list. But I've never seen a matched set before…” She winked and grinned to let us know she meant her remark in good humor.

I cleared my throat but I couldn't think of anything to say, but Sebastian surprised me by saying, in a clear and proud voice, “It's nice having someone to share the experience with.” He took my hand in his warm one. I looked down at our joined hands thinking that James would not approve, but frankly I didn't care.

My nerves hummed a happy tune at the contact as I met his gaze. “Yeah, I agree.”

We paid for our things and luckily were allowed to let Sandra pack them up in a thick black plastic bag. As we made our way out, she called after us.

“Have a fun weekend, boys.”

I smiled back at her. “Most likely…”

She laughed and waved us out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Toys, Toys, Toys

When we arrived back at James’ house, I let us in with the key he had given me. We went in, making sure to remove our shoes at the door and lock it behind us. He must have heard us, as he rounded the corner from the kitchen and greeted us.

“Boys. How was the shopping?”

I looked at him with eyes that probably conveyed my arousal. He had dressed down today, in faded jeans, bare feet, and a soft navy t-shirt. Still, he managed to exude a powerful presence. My poor cock swelled against its cage and James' eyes drifted to the front of my jeans. He winked at me.

“Fine, thank you, Sir,” I said, averting my gaze from his, even though I wanted to hold it. I had to remember my place this weekend.

“Did you get everything I asked for?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded. We had put the pharmacy items into the bag with the Wicked Wanda’s purchases, and I was carrying it.

James looked at Sebastian with obvious curiosity. “How did you manage at the drug mart, Sebastian?”

“Fine, Sir,” Sebastian said with tight lips and a slight blush.

James smiled. “Excellent. We can get started. First, I'd like you to wash all of the toys. Then I want you to put them in the loft, on top of the brown cabinet. Then you're to go to the guest bathroom on the second floor and give each other the enemas—one each. The others are for tomorrow. Then shower, and meet me upstairs. Please be in the loft by three pm sharp. If you're hungry, there are granola bars and apples on the kitchen counter. I don't want you to eat too much because we will be having an intensive session this afternoon. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” we said.

“Excellent. Remember, be in the loft at three pm. I want you both naked and on your knees by the door please.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And he was gone.

We washed the toys in the kitchen sink, cleaning and drying them carefully, both of us imagining what was going to happen later today. When we were done I led Sebastian up to the sun-filled room on the third floor.

James had given me the key, so I unlocked the doors and pushed them open, leading the way. Sebastian followed me in but stopped just inside the doors, his eyes flying around the room, landing on one thing and jumping to the next. I watched his face. His emotions were easily readable: curiosity, astonishment, excitement, and trepidation, one after the other.

He met my gaze finally, after having a good look around.

“Holy. Fuck.”

I laughed. “Get those exclamations out now 'cause you probably won't be allowed to say much during the session.”

“This is…this is…a fucking wet dream…”

I grinned. “Isn't it?”

Sebastian stood staring at all of it, a wide-eyed, eager expression on his handsome face. He walked over to the mesh swing and touched the ropes gently. He looked over at me.

“I want this,” he said simply, gesturing around the room at everything. “I want all of this…so much.”

I placed the clean items on top of the brown cabinet that stood against the wall on the left. I knew the cabinet housed all sorts of smaller items—dildos, harnesses, beads, plugs, clamps, stretchers, etc. The items we had purchased would be added to the rest, but obviously had been purchased for him to use solely on us.

I walked over to Sebastian and touched the soft ropes of the swing, near where his hand lay. “Let's see if you still think so tomorrow. It can be pretty…intense.”

He made an eager noise in the back of his throat. “I don't care. I want it.”

“You'll get it. You'll get it in a couple of hours.” I told him. I walked to the door. “Come on. Let's get this other business over with.”

He reluctantly followed me, his eyes still staring around him in fascination.

§ § §

When Sebastian saw the device on my cock he whistled.

“Holy hell, that looks hot,” he said. “Is it painful?”

“Only when I get hard, which I do whenever you look at me like that,” I replied honestly.

“Oh…sorry. I can't help it. It's just so…so…sexy.”

We took care of the hygiene business quickly and efficiently. Doing the enemas on each other resulted in a level of intimacy that we hadn't yet experienced, even though we'd both fucked the other. This was different, though. This was something caring and tender and very much non-sexual, although it was sexually exciting being naked and near to each other and so close. It took all I had not to touch Sebastian's beautiful cock or caress his bottom, so it was torture in its own way. Afterwards, we showered and cleaned up.

At two forty we headed up to the loft and got into position—both of us naked, kneeling just inside the door, next to each other but not touching, our eyes trained on the floor.

In a few minutes, James would come through that door, and all bets would be off.

I couldn't fucking wait.

§ § §

Within ten minutes of his arrival I found myself on the cross, facing it, with my naked back and buttocks exposed.

“That looks nice,” James commented, admiring his own handiwork. Sebastian still knelt on the floor by the door, but James had told him to watch what went on.

“But I need to plug that saucy little ass of yours,” he added.

Desire coursed through me at his words. I loved being plugged, especially for a flogging, which I anticipated as the purpose of this setup.

I heard his footsteps as he walked to the armoire, then returned, and soon I felt his lubed fingers on the crack of my ass, rubbing and pushing in, opening me up. I shuddered at the pleasant sensation and the intimacy of having his fingers inside me. They were long and strong and sure. Once he'd played with my ass for a bit, he withdrew his fingers and I felt the tip of the plug at my hole.

“Open,” he said, exerting a gentle but steady pressure.

I did my best to relax the muscles and let him push the plug home. It didn't take too long. It was large but I'd had larger. I groaned in both pain and pleasure as it settled inside me.

“Good boy. Very nice.”

I glowed with the praise as he twisted it around, back and forth, making sure it was securely in. That felt good too. He pumped me with it a few times, making me grunt, then let go and slapped my ass smartly.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I want to show Sebastian a thing or two about floggers and paddles today, Tate,” he said as he wiped off his hands. “And you're going to help me.”

No shit.
“Yes, Sir.”

“That little punishment you received here this morning was just a taste of what you’re in for now.” He chuckled. “But first, Sebastian needs his plug.”

I heard him walk over to Sebastian. “On your back on the bed, knees spread and bent, please.”

I heard shuffling as Sebastian obeyed.

“Oh, yes…what a beautiful ass you have Sebastian. So pink and pure.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Oh, listening to this and knowing what was going on made my cock swell in the cage. I turned my head but I couldn’t see.

I heard Sebastian’s gasps and James’ instructions. “Relax, Sebastian. You’re tight as a virgin on her wedding night.” There was silence for a few moments. “That’s it, open for me, boy. That’s it.”