“You’re supposed to wait for them to cool,” Skye said, as several people grabbed the still-hot cookies.
“Too good to wait,” Rayne muttered, his mouth full.
Skye gave up. He presented Luke with two cookies and waited for his verdict.
“These are delicious,” Luke said. “Just as good as the ones Frank and Benjy bake.”
Skye knew it wasn’t true, but he loved Luke for saying it anyway. He hoped he had earned himself at least one orgasm with his efforts. He’d bake every day if that was the case. He fidgeted in his seat, wondering what Luke had planned. He had proved to be creative during their previous visits to the dungeon and the anticipation set Skye’s nerves tingling.
“I’ll meet you downstairs in half an hour,” Luke said as he pushed his chair back and stood. “You won’t need the apron, and you might consider hosing off some of that flour.”
After thanking Frank for his help, Skye scuttled upstairs to prepare himself. A quick shower followed his daily tussle with the enema kit. For once he wore no chastity device or plug, but he guessed that state wouldn’t last long if Luke had anything to do with it. The man had a penchant for keeping him locked up and stuffed full. He didn’t object.
Knowing that he would have to strip as soon as he got to the dungeon, Skye slipped into a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt. He didn’t bother with shoes, socks or underwear. Remaining clothed while Skye was naked was one of Luke’s biggest kinks and in Luke’s opinion Skye’s underwear was only ever fit to be torn off.
It was quiet in the dungeon. Skye took off his clothes then picked a spot in the middle of the central room. He knelt in the position Luke preferred, with his hands behind his back and thighs spread. Already excited, his cock bobbed, the gleam of pre-cum highlighting its tip. Skye fixed his eyes on the floor and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard the tread of heavy boots on the stone steps. Glancing up from beneath his lashes, he gasped. Luke wore skin-tight leather trousers that rode low on his hips. His boots had thick soles and buckles at the sides and his black shirt was unbuttoned, the gauzy fabric lifting in the slight breeze generated by the space heaters. The icing on this lust-inducing cake was the spectacles balanced on Luke’s aquiline nose and the leather gloves on his hands. Skye’s cock jerked and the temptation to reach for it almost overwhelmed him. He resisted because he knew Luke would be disappointed if he gave in to the urge.
“You may stand.” Luke took up a position in front of Skye. “Spread your legs, bend over and grab your ankles.”
Skye held the well-practiced position with ease while Luke walked around him. The first time Luke had examined him this way, Skye’s face had burned from the humiliation but now he realized it was just Luke’s unique method of checking that he wasn’t too sore to play. Luke pulled his arse cheeks apart then fingered Skye’s hole.
“Good. Remain as you are while I make some preparations.”
If he tried to get a look at what Luke was doing, Skye would lose his balance. He was forced to contain his curiosity and stay still. The noises Luke made gave nothing away.
“Okay, straighten up. I don’t think you’ve seen the new cross yet, have you? It was only delivered this week. I had it moved down here so we could try it out.”
Skye examined the X-shaped cross that now stood on a platform in the center of the room. It was different from the other St Andrew’s cross in the dungeon in that it had a frame and a crossbar that dissected the center of the X. Cuffs were affixed at the end of each section, and at the bottom these were above two small shelves.
“Present your back to the cross. Stand on the steps.”
Still wondering what he was missing, Skye got into position. On the steps, he was a good three feet above the floor and Luke had to use a stool to fasten the Velcro straps around his wrists. A wide belt went around his waist, and two more straps around his ankles.
“Now for the surprise. It’s quite secure, I promise, but you have your safe word if you need it.” Luke released a mechanism at the side of the frame, cranked a handle and Skye yelped as the cross inverted inside the frame, suspending him upside down. His head was now three feet above the ground, at the perfect height for Luke’s cock. Skye’s gaze darted here and there, tinged with panic as he tried to get his bearings, until Luke unbuttoned his fly. He pressed the head of his cock to Skye’s lips. “Focus on me, sweetheart.”
Suckling Luke’s erection had a settling familiarity. Skye stopped struggling and settled on his task, licking and sucking happily. When Luke pulled away, Skye was much calmer. Hanging upside down was strange, but if that was where Luke wanted him, that was where he was content to be.
Luke took a soft suede flogger from a hook on the wall, letting the strands run through his fingers. He walked behind the cross and a slight hiss was the only warning Skye got before he struck for the first time. Luke laid stroke after stroke across Skye’s thighs and buttocks, not hitting him hard but enough to build heat beneath his skin. Every now and again a strand would curl between his legs, catching his balls. Skye flexed his fingers then curled them into fists, absorbing the pain. He was on the verge of using his safe word when Luke stopped, then rotated the cross back to the upright position. For a moment Skye felt a little dizzy, but the sensation soon faded. When Luke released him from the cross, he was steady enough to make it to the spanking bench under his own steam. He was still hard and his balls tingled from the flogging. Luke had him stand at the end of the bench, resting his chest and belly on its flat surface. He then bound Skye’s hands to handles on the side of the equipment.
“Spread your legs wider.”
The only way Skye could achieve this was to go onto his tiptoes. His inner thigh muscles protested at the stretch. The tip of his cock brushed the end of the bench.
“You can come, but not before I do,” Luke said. “I can promise you won’t enjoy your punishment if you do.”
Skye whimpered then gasped as Luke pushed deep inside him. The cold lube coating Luke’s cock soon warmed as he drove into Skye’s channel over and over again, gripping Skye’s hips to steady himself.
“Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.” Skye repeated the mantra. It crossed his mind that instead he should be begging Luke to come so that he could follow. He laughed, a little hysterical, but then Luke gave one final, powerful thrust and the liquid heat of his release filled Skye’s passage. Less than a second later, he let himself go, yelling as Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking him until he ran dry.
Skye’s vision swam, his mind and body overwhelmed by sensation. Luke steadied him with a hand on his arse while he released Skye’s hands.
“Keep still. I’m going to plug my seed inside you.” Luke’s voice was as rough as gravel but his hands gentle as he inserted a thick plug. “Okay, you can stand. How are you feeling?”
Skye’s answer was to fall into Luke’s hold, letting his Dominant support his weight because his legs were no longer capable. Luke scooped him into his arms then carried him to the low, rubber-sheeted bed at one side of the dungeon. “We’ll take a few minutes to recover here then we’ll go upstairs where I can pamper you properly. I have some new balm that will cool your back.”
“Sounds perfect, Sir.” Skye cuddled against Luke’s body. “You look hot in leather. You should wear it more often.” He snuffled, his eyes drooping. “I think you broke me, Sir.”
“And you enjoyed every second.”
“I wasn’t sure about the whole upside-down thingy at first,” Skye confessed. “But I think the guests will love it.”
“Well, I wanted to do something special. It’s the last chance we will have to play down here for quite a while with all the bookings we have coming up.” He stroked Skye’s back. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Skye sighed, contented and warm in Luke’s arms. He was just where he wanted to be. “Always, Sir.”
* * * *
Recipe for Chocolate Ginger Cookies, from allrecipes.co.uk
Ingredients
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Makes: 15 biscuits
115g unsalted butter
50g caster sugar
70g light brown soft sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 large egg
70g 70% cacao dark chocolate
65g finely chopped crystallised ginger
160g plain flour
1/4 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1 pinch salt
Method
Prep: 20min › Cook: 10min › Extra time: 2min cooling › Ready in: 32min
Preheat the oven to 180 C / Gas 4. Grease 2 baking trays.
Cream together butter and sugars until combined. Beat in the vanilla and the egg.
Melt the chocolate in the microwave gently until smooth and runny and stir into the mixture, then add the chopped ginger.
Mix together flour, bicarb and a pinch of salt and combine with the other ingredients until just mixed. Place heaped tablespoons onto baking tray, well-spaced.
Bake in oven for 9 to 11 minutes. Let sit for a couple of minutes on tray and move to a wire cooling rack.
Devour!
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Fairground Attraction:
Ghost Train
L.M. Somerton
Excerpt
“Four teas, my lovelies. Food’ll be out in a minute.” Mo, proprietor of the eponymous Mo’s Café, deposited her tray on the edge of the table before setting a steaming mug in front of each of her four customers. “You boys back for the summer then?”
“Why else would we be here taking in the delights of your homage to seventies décor, Mo?” Garth accompanied his words with a sweep of his hand, displaying black-painted nails. He got a clip around the ear for his trouble.
“Cheeky boy.” Mo grinned. “It’s good to see you. You all look the same—except you, sweetie.” She ruffled Stevie’s candy-floss hair. “This was blue last year, but the lilac suits you.”
Stevie blushed to the roots of his mop and started to play with the salt cellar. Zach squeezed his shoulder.
“It’ll go well with the products on your stall, Stevie.”
Stevie gazed at him, his silver-gray eyes huge. “I’m not working at the candy-floss concession this year, Zach. I’m going to be running the carousel.” He sounded proud.
“Wow! That’s quite a promotion. The carousel’s a prime spot and so much fun. Dad’s put me back on the helter-skelter, which I think is his way of telling me I need more exercise, and Garth is on the ghost train as usual.”
Garth grinned. “Where else would he put me?” He flicked an imaginary piece of lint from the shoulder of his black leather jacket. “I fit right in.”
“What is it they call all that black?” Mo asked. “Gouda, gaudy… No, neither of those sounds right. Ghastly?”
“He’s a Goth, Mo,” Zach explained, raising his voice to be heard above his friends’ laughter. Mo wandered back to the counter, muttering about weird fashion sense and clothing better suited to funerals.
Garth shrugged. “She loves me.” He extracted a black lipstick from his jacket pocket then applied a fresh coat. “Last year she asked me if I’d been an extra in Interview with The Vampire. That film came out in 1994. I wasn’t even born!” He sniffed and examined his fingernails. “What about you, Adam? What’s Zach’s dad got you doing this year?”
Adam pushed his shoulders back and stuck his chest out. “Security. Same as before. He said I have to keep you three in line.” He raised his mug of tea in a toast. “Though he also admitted it was a hopeless task.”
Garth gave his friend the once over, admiring his well-muscled physique. Adam looked exactly like the county and England rugby player he was. He was a head taller than the rest of them at six foot four. Garth only made six feet because of his thick-soled biker boots. Stevie, the smallest of the group, had topped out at five foot six and Zach only a couple of inches more. Stand them in a line and they made a great slope.
“You have more chance of convincing Mo not to serve black pudding with her full English. Never gonna happen.” Zach clinked his mug against Adam’s. “But have at it. Stevie at least will enjoy you telling him what to do.”
Adam’s half-laugh told them that he would enjoy that just as much. Stevie’s pale cheeks pinked.
“Don’t tease me,” he muttered, not making eye contact. “You’re no different.”
Garth had the chance to contemplate Stevie’s words as Mo arrived to deposit four heaped plates in front of them. His arteries hardened as he examined the fragrant display of fried food. He inhaled the aroma before stabbing a sunshine-yellow egg yolk with his fork. “This summer, we’re going to find the men of our dreams. Pride week will ensure there’s plenty of choice. It’s just a shame that blokes don’t come labeled. It would save a lot of time and angsting if you could just check a tag that said Dommy top, loves Shibari or Spankable sub seeks firm hand. That kind of thing.” He loaded his fork with bacon.
“So what would our tags say, genius?” Adam asked.
Garth raised a sculpted eyebrow. “I think Zach is the man to answer that one.”
Apparently realizing he was under intense scrutiny from all three of his friends, Zach chewed, swallowed then took a swig of tea.
“Well, Stevie’s easy. Sweet, shy size queen seeks extra-large Dom for pain-free pleasure.”
Stevie shrugged. “He’s good.”
“What about me?” Garth asked.
“Emo brat pain slut, loves bondage, the stricter the better.”
Scowling, Garth stuck his tongue out. Zach was spot on.
“He got you too, Garth,” Stevie crowed. “Now it’s Adam’s turn.”
Zach chewed on a piece of thick sausage, looking as if he were thinking it might provide suitable inspiration. “Over-protective Dom needs sub to take care of. Love of chastity essential.”
Adam shoved a loaded fork into his mouth. He chewed and nodded in tandem. “Tag me now. I’m in.”
“So what would your label say, Zach? Do you know yourself as well as you think you know us?” Garth asked. “It’s one thing to describe your friends’ kinks but entirely another to admit your own out loud.”
“Zach only has eyes for one man,” Stevie said. “A certain tall, dark professor in the maths department.”
Garth and Adam murmured their agreement.
“Shame he’s not interested,” Zach said. “My tag will read unrequited lust a specialty.”
“Professor Raynott is gorgeous,” Stevie admitted. “But scary. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. Is he even gay?”
“He has a rainbow sticker in the back window of his Audi,” Zach said. “I live in hope.”
“Stalker!” Stevie waved a knife at him.
Zach shrugged. “My gaydar is non-existent. I wanted to know if I was barking up the wrong tree.”
“More like an over-enthusiastic puppy peeing on the trunk.” Adam snorted tea. Garth and Stevie fell about laughing.
“I’m glad you all find my love life, or lack of it, so amusing.” Zach chuckled. “Even if I don’t hook a duck with the hot professor’s number on it, the summer promises to be entertaining.”
“True,” Garth agreed. It wasn’t raining, Mo’s breakfast was scrummy and he had two months to earn some cash and have fun with his friends. If any of them got lucky in the love lottery, they would celebrate together. “Life is good.”
* * * *
Garth removed his leather jacket then placed it in the cubby reserved for his personal items. Ritual fashion humiliation came with the job. He could wear his own black trousers, but the royal blue polo shirt was compulsory. It had the amusement park’s logo emblazoned across the back and Garth wouldn’t have chosen to wear it if his life depended on it. He considered himself lucky to be working the ghost train. It was only two years old and state of the art—a much cooler place to work than the helter-skelter or the carousel. Zach would be run ragged, dragging coir mats around, and Stevie would be
in a permanent state of giddiness.
The ghost train’s special effects were terrifying and passengers expecting the kind of bone-shaking cheesy ride they might have experienced in their childhoods got the shock of their lives. Each carriage traveled through the ride on its own and, inside the cavernous warehouse that housed the experience, the layout was designed in a way that meant no carriage ever passed another. There was even a second story reached by a ramp, a tunnel and a section across a pool of inky water. An automatic camera took pictures of each car as it came through the exit doors. The expressions on customers’ faces as they emerged into daylight were priceless.
The entire ride was run by a computer and a lot of complicated electronics. All Garth had to do was switch it on, recite safety instructions to the occupants of each car then press the button that sent them on their way. Customers could view their pictures on a big screen, but purchases were made via a central booth, so he didn’t have to worry about taking money. It was mindless stuff, but he still had to be alert for any issues with the ride.
Every now and again, everything ground to a halt until he rebooted the computer. If that did happen, he had a Tannoy system to reassure anyone stuck inside. It wasn’t difficult, the pay was okay and, best of all, he had plenty of time to give the occupants of the carriages a quick once-over in the hope of spotting Mr. Right. Of course, he hadn’t the slightest idea what he might do if he did find Mr. Tall, Dark and Dominant, but he had plenty of time to daydream about the possibilities. It gave his brain a break from the intricacies of molecular physics and his skin a nice dose of vitamin D.
A bell sounded, signaling that the park had opened. The noise level built as rides whirred into action and pop music mixed in a clash of discordant harmonies. Soon the air would fill with the scent of hot dogs, toffee apples and deep-fried doughnuts all fighting for control of the visitors’ olfactory senses. Garth focused on his building line of customers and got to work.
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