Edge Jump

by Elizabeth Noble

  The sound of machinery made them both jump and separate. Brett chuckled and took Rylan’s hand, leading him off the ice as one of the crew drove the Zamboni out. “I think they want to clean the ice and prep for the show. Ready to head back to the hotel?”

  “Yes,” Rylan croaked. He tried to reach down his sweats with his free hand but Brett grabbed his wrist, holding it firmly.

  “Oh, no, you’re not doing that.” Brett shoved off with one foot, pulling Rylan after him and off the ice. “Are you wearing a belt?”

  Rylan nodded. “Of course.”

  A slow, predatory smile spread across Brett’s face. “Good. Leave it on.”

  After collecting Rylan’s belongings from his locker, they made their way to the parking garage and Brett’s car. Rylan’s hard-on had cooled off a little by the time they were on the street and on their way to the hotel. That cool down didn’t last long. Brett’s palm came to a firm rest between Rylan’s legs and his thumb brushed back and forth then rubbed in small circles. Rylan slipped down in his seat and spread his legs, so Brett had more access, enjoying the way his erection was held in his belt.

  “Wow, that…crap I never thought of a dance belt as a sex toy,” Rylan’s words were breathless, and he panted them out.

  When they came to a red-light Brett glanced over and snickered. “Damn, that thing really keeps you held tightly. I think this has potential.”

  “Uh huh,” Rylan sort of moaned out the sound. He took a deep breath and concentrated on quieting his arousal. “Th-that’s sort of th-the p-point.”

  At the hotel, Rylan walked quietly beside Brett and waited while he opened the door, then followed him inside.

  “Club Frisky Flirts is having an event tonight, it’s a flogging demonstration. I thought this would be a good night to go and be seen together. However, we’d be terribly overdressed.” Brett chuckled and waved one hand up and down his hockey jersey. He stepped closer to the bed, picked up a bag there and set it down again. “I went shopping, just for a few basics.”

  “How did you know what size I wear?”

  Brett blinked at him a few times then shook his head. “Most of what I bought is one size fits all and/or adjustable.” He looked Rylan up and down. “Strip, other than the dance belt and stand over there, boy.” Brett pointed at the open space of floor between the bed and table near the window then settled in the chair, watching Rylan’s every move.

  Rylan bent and removed his shoes and socks. “You know I’m sort of sweat—”

  “Boy, did I give you permission to speak?” Brett snapped.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” Rylan peeled off his sweatshirt, then undershirt, folded them and set them on the floor by the dresser, and then his footwear was placed on top. He stepped out of his workout pants and set them with his other clothes.

  Rylan shook his arms out and turned to face Brett, meeting his gaze for a split second before focusing on the floor. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited for instructions.

  The chair squeaked softly when Brett stood up. Rylan watched Brett’s feet as he took the few steps needed and stopped in front of Rylan, breathing hard. Brett ran two fingers along the creases in Rylan’s thighs then across the little dip above his hips. He hooked both thumbs under the wide waistband of Rylan’s dance belt and ran them along Rylan’s skin.

  “Maybe you’ll wear this tonight,” Brett leaned down and rumbled in Rylan’s ear.

  Rylan’s workout belt was black and starkly contrasted against Rylan’s pale skin. The waistband was wide and sat just above his hips, slightly below his belly button and hugged the curve of the small of his back. There was a thong strap between his ass cheeks and the front triangle was lightly padded material with spandex. Wearing it properly meant his balls and penis were pulled up, holding his penis snuggly to his belly. Because of Brett’s touches his cock was hard enough that the belt created pressure against his shaft and head. This was more than the slight erections he’d get during a strenuous routine, this one had been constant for a while. It was erotic and frustrating all at the same time.

  Subtle tease and denial. Rylan loved it. The muscles of his belly quivered when Brett inhaled deeply and blew a warm breath across Rylan’s cheek. Brett’s thumbs moved closer to Rylan’s cock and pressed lightly against the head.

  “I bought you something similar to your dance belt to wear,” Brett murmured. He stepped away to the bed and dumped the bag out. “I realize most of these things you can’t wear during rehearsal or a performance, but for other times they’re made for twenty-four-seven if wanted. I’d like you to pick out your own things eventually. You’ll be able to see a lot of different equipment at the club.” He crooked one finger at Rylan.

  Rylan walked to the bed and stood staring down at the selection. He picked up a few items and examined them before putting them down.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “No.” Rylan shook his head. “But there was only a couple of times.”

  “Okay, nothing to be embarrassed about.” He picked up a narrow plug. “This can be worn for as long as you’d like but starting with only a few hours and building tolerance is the best thing.”

  “My training?”

  Brett grinned. “Part of it, yes. It’ll keep you on edge and stretched.” He picked up a leather belt. Like Rylan’s dance belt it had a codpiece, but it was leather and made up of strips of leather loosely woven into a basket to hold his cock and balls. There were little silver studs decorating the straps and belt. A tiny padlock rested against the buckle and waist strap. There were rings along the sides for restraint purposes, however no restraints were in the pile. “The back strap will hold a plug in. You don’t have to use the plug unless you really want to, but I’d like you to wear the chastity belt.” Next Brett picked up a chest harness that matched the chastity belt. The thin straps were meant to crisscross over his chest and there was a strap that would go around his ribs. It too, had an assortment of rings and hooks for restraint. “This is the rest of what you’ll wear. You have a beautiful body, it should be shown off.” The outfit was rounded out with a pair of black, short spandex chaps that would leave his groin and ass exposed but cover his legs to mid-thigh.

  Very little of Rylan would be left to the imagination.

  A shiver of excitement bolted through him. He picked up the items and rubbed his thumb over the leather. It was soft and supple, Rylan loved the rich, earthy smell. “May I speak?”

  Brett nodded. “Yes.”

  “I love these. Thank you, sir,” Rylan said softly. “Can I try the plug and take it out if I don’t like it?”

  “Absolutely.” Brett gave him another mischievous grin. “I’m betting you won’t want it out until I go in.”

  Rylan gulped. “You’ll—?”

  “If it’s okay with you, but if it’s too soon or anything…”

  “No. It’s not. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about more from you,” Rylan felt foolish, expressing his feelings that way.

  Brett apparently didn’t share Rylan’s embarrassment or notice. He leaned over, took Rylan’s face in one hand, slipped his other hand between Rylan’s thighs, and pressed their mouths together. He pushed his tongue into Rylan’s mouth, skimming across the roof then around his tongue. By the time he eased away Rylan was shivering and gulping for air. “I want all of you, but not until you’re ready,” Brett said.

  Rylan picked up the chest harness and pulled the soft leather between his fingers before setting it down again. “We should probably shower and get changed.” He nodded to the plug. “You’ll put that in?”

  “Been thinking about that all day,” Brett said and chuckled. “Go on, shower, I want to go through the receipts we took from Celia and Clive’s room.” He arched an eyebrow, gave Rylan a serious look, and pointed a finger at him. “No unnecessary touching.”

  “Yes, sir!”

  Once in the bathroom, Rylan finally stripped off the tight-fitting dance belt. He’d spent a good portion of the day h
alf hard in the thing and it was a relief to peel it off and step into the shower. It’d become habit years ago to wash his belt in the shower since washing machines weren’t always readily available. That task completed he flung it over the curtain rod and turned the soap and washcloth on himself. Once he was clean and rinsed he washed his hair then turned the shower off and shook water from his hair.

  When he left the bathroom Brett was sitting on the bed, one leg tucked underneath him with various sized pieces of paper spread out like cards on the bed. He barely glanced up when Rylan crossed the room. The change of temperature made Rylan shiver a little. Two robes were draped across the end of the bed. Brett leaned forward, grabbed one, and handed it to Rylan.

  “Thanks.” Rylan pulled on the thick terry cloth robe. “What’s all this?”

  “Sales receipts for the time Celia and Clive were in Vancouver. Something about these is nagging at me and I don’t know why.” Brett sighed then looked up at Rylan. “Do you get any sort of food expense account?”

  Rylan shook his head. “No.” He leaned down and moved some of the receipts around. “I never save stuff like this. Why bother when most credit card companies provide the details online?”

  “Paid cash?” Brett suggested.

  “But all these say credit,” Rylan pointed out.

  Brett blew out a frustrated breath and ran one hand through his hair. “We have no idea what we’re doing.”

  Rylan sat next to him. “That’s not true. We know things about them the cops don’t know, or don’t think are important and I doubt that detective is going to take a trip to Frisky Flirts.”

  Brett snorted. “If she did it might be fun to run into her there and see her reaction.”

  “Maybe we should focus on what we do know about?” Rylan waved at the receipts. “I’ll take a look through these.”

  “I won’t be long, then I’ll get you ready.” Brett reached over and patted Rylan’s knee then rolled off the opposite of the bed. “Ten minutes, then you’re back into training.”

  True to his word, Brett was showered and back in record time. He put the other robe on, gathered Rylan’s ‘clothes’ and a few other supplies while Rylan collected up the receipts.

  “I think the only thing odd about these receipts is the fact they kept them. On the other hand, Clive is in finances, so I guess it makes sense he’d keep good records,” Rylan said.

  “I suppose.” Brett raised his eyebrows and dipped his head at the arm chair. He picked it up and turned it around so the back faced the room. “Training, remember? No talking unless I ask a question. Ready, boy?”

  Rylan offered Brett a small, shy smile. “Yes, sir.”

  Brett stepped close to the bed and reached down with one hand, taking Rylan’s arm and gently pulling him to his feet. With a hand on each of Rylan’s shoulders, Brett turned Rylan so he faced Brett, took hold of Rylan’s robe and eased it off, tossing it to the bed. First, he fitted Rylan with the chest harness, tugging lightly and adjusting the buckles. “Comfortable, boy? Move your arms, make sure there’s no pinching.”

  Brett swung his arms in a circle then moved them back and forth. Rylan mimicked his movements, nodding that everything was okay. Holding Rylan by the shoulders again, Brett took a few steps backward, taking Rylan with him until he stood in front of the chair. The chastity belt was set on the chair back, within Brett’s reach. He stepped behind Rylan then reached around and ran both hands up and down Rylan’s chest and abs. His nipples were pinched and rolled every few seconds until Rylan was gasping and moaning.

  Taking the belt, Brett snugged the chastity belt against Rylan and pulled the leg and hip straps tight. Wrapping one arm around Rylan’s waist, Brett pulled him back against him and held him firmly. The material of Brett’s robe created a gentle scratch on Rylan’s ass. Brett tightened and adjusted the buckles of the woven leather cock cage while rubbing Rylan’s cock and balls. He gasped, trembled and gripped the back of the chair with both hands and dropped his head down.

  When Brett finished he massaged Rylan’s shoulders and back a few times. Rylan heard him walk away and to a spot where Rylan could see him. Brett shed the robe. Rylan didn’t try to stop staring. There were deep creases between the muscles of Brett’s thick thighs. His waist didn’t taper to his hips as Rylan’s did, but melded smoothly, defined by a ridge of muscle just above each hip. His chest was broad with dark hair narrowing to a line that ended where the curly hair of his groin bloomed. Everything about him projected confidence and power.

  Brett pulled on a pair of black leather pants and knee-high riding boots. He took a large pump-bottle of what Rylan guessed was lube and set it at Rylan’s feet before using one big hand at the back of Rylan’s neck to push him forward over the back of the chair. A generous amount was squirted into both hands before he took his position behind Rylan again. He used one foot to kick Rylan’s feet farther apart, saying in a husky voice, “Relax and let me know if you want me to stop.”

  Rylan nodded, but didn’t make a sound until he felt Brett’s well slicked fingers rubbing between his cheeks and pressing against his entrance. He circled the sensitive skin of Rylan’s ass then caressed up and down before using both hands to massage Rylan’s cheeks. That pattern was alternated for a few minutes and gradually the muscles of Rylan’s back, legs and ass relaxed. Brett worked lube into Rylan and brushed his prostate until Rylan’s entire body was quivering again and a breathy moan escaped.

  Brett chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear.”

  Rylan groaned again, louder this time and Brett’s fingers slid in and out with more force, hitting his sweet spot with each thrust. Rylan shoved his ass back, seeking more depth from Brett’s fingers. When Brett pulled out a shudder rippled down Rylan’s back.

  “I’m going to put this in now. If it hurts or you don’t like it, tell me. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” Rylan whispered.

  Brett applied another layer of lube then pressed the narrow end of the rubber plug against Rylan’s hole. It was a three-tiered thing, each little cone slightly larger than the one above it. Brett pushed the first cone in. Rylan arched his back and moaned. When Brett turned the plug, Rylan tried to shove against it, wanting it all at once.

  A low sigh rumbled out of Brett before he asked, “Like that?”

  “M-more. Yes, s-sir.” He shifted from one foot to the other, but there was no getting any friction to his cock in the chastity belt and it kept him from becoming fully erect. His ass quivered and his hips stuttered side to side when the rest of the plug was eased completely in. The end pressed lightly on his prostate, his ass felt wonderfully full. Every nerve ending between his waist and thighs tingled with exhilarating sparks ready to ignite to full flame. Nonsense noises babbled out of his mouth.

  “Good?” Brett asked. His hands roamed over Rylan’s sides before he went to his nipples and started twisting and pulling.

  There was no use trying to form actual words, but Rylan’s body seemed perfectly capable of communication. His ass wiggled all on its own and he shuddered.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” Brett put one arm around Rylan’s waist again and pulled him back against his chest then lightly kissed Rylan’s neck. Finally, he cinched up the strap that went between Rylan’s cheeks and would help hold the plug in place. His palms rested on Rylan’s hips. “Stand straight.”

  Rylan did as ordered. Brett took the short chaps and handed them to Rylan. “Put those on.” He stepped back and watched Rylan’s every move.

  It was obvious how much Brett enjoyed watching Rylan, whether he was skating or stepping into clothes. That same hungry expression Brett had worn while Rylan skated was on his face now. Rylan met Brett’s gaze and slowly pulled the shorts on, taking a minute to adjust them.

  Brett nodded. “Perfect.” He put on a leather vest that showed off his tight abs and muscular arms.

  The sight of him made Rylan’s cock strain against its leather confines. Rylan was a bit taken aback by the fact th
e man he’d had a crush on for so long found him attractive. Finding out Brett was into the lifestyle Rylan was so curious about was thick icing on a tantalizing cake.

  “I don’t mean to sound like a nag, but I want to be sure you understand, I’m your Dom and part of that dictates I protect you while we’re at this club. If you don’t like something—or if someone makes you uncomfortable in any way—tell me. You’re showing a lot of skin, but no one touches you without permission. You’re my sub, not some toy to be manhandled without your consent. If you find out you just don’t like it in there, that the reality doesn’t meet your expectations, we’ll leave. Lots of people live a BDSM lifestyle and never go to those clubs. Open and honest is paramount. Understood?”

  Rylan nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

  “Questions?”

  Rylan glanced down at himself. “Uh, where do I put my wallet?”

  Brett burst out laughing. “This place isn’t a private club so not as fancy. However, they do have lockers.” He held up a clear, plastic bag. “Put your stuff in here and we’ll lock it up.” He shrugged into his overcoat and watched Rylan watch him. Crossing to the closet he retrieved one of his jerseys and Rylan’s coat. “Pull some workout pants on, and you can wear this too if you want on the ride over.”

  “Na, the coat and pants are fine.” Rylan took a pair of the loose-fitting yoga pants he wore during practices and workouts and pulled them on. He grabbed his boots from the closet and held them up. “I bought these because they reminded me of one style of boots I saw on some websites.”

  “Those are perfect.”

  Rylan yanked on the soft, black biker’s boots. They were well worn and comfortable and Rylan felt good wearing them. Brett held his coat up and Rylan slipped into it.

  “This is exciting,” Rylan confessed.

  Brett put one arm around his shoulders as they headed to the door. “I hope you enjoy our outing, the point is to have fun.”

  Rylan had no doubts. He was living out a personal fantasy and with Brett. Nothing could be finer.