Edge Jump

by Elizabeth Noble

  “So, other people there would see me and what you do to me?” Rylan’s mouth dried up a bit and his cock perked up.

  “Yes. But if that’s not your thing, we—”

  Rylan cut him off. “No! I mean, I’d love that. I think. My dick is getting hard.”

  Brett burst out laughing and that made Rylan chuckle along with him. As they pulled into the hotel parking garage, Brett asked, “You’ve been thinking about activities you’d like to try?” Rylan squirmed and reached down to rub his hardening cock. At once Brett reached over and smacked his hand lightly. “You know the rules, I touch, you don’t.” He switched off the car.

  Rylan stifled a small whimper and mumbled, “Sorry, sir.” He took a deep breath and went on, “What I can’t stop thinking about is how my plug feels inside me. I loved it and I’d love to know what it’ll feel like with the plug, your paddle, and being tied up.”

  “That can be arranged.” Brett reached between Rylan’s legs and gave his balls and cock a hearty squeeze through Rylan’s jeans. He didn’t let up until Rylan pressed his head back against the headrest, bunched his fists, and moved his feet over the floor making his hips slide side to side and his heart race.

  “Oh…fuck…that’s…felt great,” Rylan panted. He sagged back in his seat when Brett pulled his hand away. “Thank you, sir.”

  Brett sat quietly with the keys in his hand, idly gazing out the car window while Rylan got control of himself. After a few minutes and several very deep breaths Rylan straightened, licked his lips, and ran one hand through his hair. He nodded and Brett opened his door, easing out of the vehicle. Rylan mimicked Brett’s actions and quietly walked with him to the elevator.

  He couldn’t wait for this evening and a return to the club.

  Chapter 7

  Their day passed quietly enough. Rylan began the arduous task of packing his belongings for travel to the next city. Brett used his phone to scan the receipts he’d been puzzling over and sent them to someone in Montana.

  “I don’t know if you remember George, he’s the business manager of Big Sky Skating, and my friend. I’m hoping he’ll be able to figure out whatever is nagging at me about these receipts. He might also have some ideas why these receipts were saved since you don’t have expense accounts,” Brett explained. They’d gone for a late lunch.

  Rylan shook his head. “We’re provided with three meals, but anything other than that we pay for ourselves. Dinners out, any sightseeing, things like that.”

  After lunch, they stopped at the front desk so Brett could have the room transferred from Celebration on Ice to him since he’d be staying a few more days after Rylan left Vancouver.

  As they walked to the elevator Brett put one hand between Rylan’s shoulder blades and left it there until the elevator doors opened. There were a few other people already inside, everyone nodded politely to one another, but there was no real chit chat. Brett leaned against the back railing and Rylan stood just in front of him and near the adjacent wall. He arched an eyebrow and turned his head far enough to give Brett a smirk when Brett’s hand smoothed over his rear then slipped between his thighs to give his balls some gentle pressure.

  Rylan pulled in a breath and resisted the desire to shift from one foot to the other and shove his ass back against Brett’s warm, solid body. The effort caused a quiver to ripple through him. He started when the bell rang and the elevator door opened. Without thinking, Rylan began to walk behind the people exiting the car but was stopped by Brett’s hand on his arm.

  “Not our floor.” Brett leaned in close and whispered in Rylan’s ear. His warm breath wafted over Rylan’s neck and cheek as his hand on Rylan’s balls squeezed. They finally reached their floor and Brett withdrew his hands. “You do seem to like being groped in public.”

  Rylan ducked his head and murmured, “It’s an activity you seem to enjoy.”

  “Hmm. It is.”

  Rylan realized Brett had been correct about trying new scenes under the supervision offered in a club and the watchful eye of a professional dungeon Master or Mistress. He wanted nothing more than to please Brett and that might cause him to go beyond his limits.

  Excitement coiled through Rylan as they prepared for the evening. “I’m looking forward to having my plug back in.” Rylan sighed contentedly. “I love how it feels, making me full and the constant nudge and bump on my prostate,” he confessed.

  “We’ll start with that. Go shower then stand by the chair,” Brett ordered.

  “Yes, sir.” Rylan hurried to do as instructed and caught a glimpse of Brett unbuttoning his shirt as he slipped into the bathroom.

  Long ago Rylan had turned a quick shower into an efficient art form. He was in, thoroughly cleaned and prepped and out again in under ten minutes jittery with excitement. The sight that greeted him took his breath away.

  Brett had moved the cushioned armchair to the middle of the room and turned it so the back faced the window. Sunlight streamed through with no blinds or curtains to stop it. They were a number of floors up, and no one could see into their room unless they could fly, but it didn’t matter.

  It was the principle of the thing. Rylan would be exposed.

  Brett was dressed in tight, black jeans and a black silk shirt with the top few buttons undone. His thick thighs and the swell of his shoulders were accentuated and his wide chest made the shirt shimmer and ripple with every inhale. Judging by the nice bulge in Brett’s jeans he was enjoying this as much as Rylan.

  Rylan smiled softly and slowly lowered his gaze, shivering again. His cock was already hard and there was constant pressure in his balls that wouldn’t be relieved anytime soon. “Sir?”

  “Speak.” Brett paced around him very slowly, holding a thin paddle in one hand.

  “I’d like to wear only the harness and cock cage, no shorts.”

  “Are you sure?” Brett asked. He reached out and ran his fingertips over one of Rylan’s nipples, down his side and brushed across his hip before stepping away.

  “Yes, sir. I enjoy being exposed, sir.” He hadn’t been exactly covered up on their first trip, but the spandex shorts he’d worn offered a slight illusion of protection. “I feel safe with you there.” The truth was he wanted to let go and test his limits. This was but one method, and Brett’s control was his safety net.

  Brett’s hand flicked out and he cracked Rylan’s ass with the paddle once. “Hands on the back of the chair.”

  Rylan positioned himself behind the chair and widened his stance. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror over the dresser then turned his head and looked over his shoulder at the window. His reflection there was faint, too bad it wasn’t nighttime, but he saw enough. Another smack to his ass reminded Rylan to face forward, eyes down.

  Brett set a pump-bottle of lube and the paddle beside the chair. He moved behind Rylan and put a hand on both of his hips, pulling him backward so he had to extend his arms. Brett used one foot to nudge Rylan’s feet even farther apart. Brett picked up the paddle and Rylan bit his lip when more slaps stung his ass. He concentrated on his breathing and stared down at his cock fascinated by the glistening trickle of pre-cum and sweat oozing down one side.

  Rylan was vaguely aware of Brett moving directly behind him. A small, leather strap was buckled around Rylan’s balls, forcing them down and away from his body and a matching one was wound around the base of his cock. The belt affixed to the woven, leather cage was wrapped around him, just above his hips and pulled snug. Next Brett ran both hands up Rylan’s torso to his nipples, rubbed each one, pinching and twisting until Rylan’s entire body shuddered. Rylan concentrated on his breathing and tried to stand still.

  Apparently, he wasn’t entirely successful. “Stop dancing around,” Brett ordered.

  Two more slaps to each ass cheek with the paddle made Rylan grip the back of the chair so hard his fingers ached. Brett’s hands moved down to Rylan’s groin and through the hair between his legs. His balls and dick were manhandled into the woven leather
pouch. The sensation of his mostly hard cock being pressed against his belly and trapped in the cage had him panting deep breaths. A few more slaps with the paddle, this time to the backs of his thighs, made him groan. Pleasure/pain centered on his groin spread through his belly and chest.

  Rylan stared at the leather cage and concentrated on the soft thunk thunk of Brett pressing the bottle’s pump multiple times. His existence narrowed down to how his ass throbbed and his cock and balls were encased in a dull ache.

  Warm, slick lube was rubbed through Rylan’s crack and Brett’s thumbs massaged it against Rylan’s entrance. Rylan blew out a long moan and leaned more heavily on his hands since he wasn’t sure his knees were up to the job. A minute later he felt the head of the plug against him.

  Brett massaged Rylan’s back between his shoulder blades and murmured, “Relax and let it in. You want this.”

  A gentle turn of the plug was all that Rylan needed. He did want that plug. He’d dreamed of it, craved it and the feeling it produced. Brett eased the first bulb in, let it move partially back out then pushed steadily until the whole thing was inside Rylan.

  Rylan’s back arched, his leg muscles tensed and he threw his head back groaning and dragging in uneven breaths. Brett wound one arm around Rylan, teasing his nipples and holding him close while he used the other hand to ease the largest bulb of the plug out then pushed it back in again.

  “Good?” Brett rumbled in Rylan’s ear.

  “Oh, fuck, yes! Better than good.” The words gushed out of Rylan’s mouth before he could stop them.

  Brett chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.” He stepped back and finished buckling the back strap that helped hold the plug into place. It went between Rylan’s ass cheeks, separating them, and buckled near the small of his back. He took hold of Rylan’s arm and guided him away from the chair, standing him in the space between it and the bed. The harness was fitted into place then Brett twisted and grabbed something else from the bed. “Hold your arms out.”

  When Rylan did so, two wide leather bands with silver rings around the center, were strapped on above his wrists and the buckles tightened.

  “Too tight?”

  “No, sir,” Rylan said. He admired the way the black leather complimented his pale skin and brought attention to the definition of the muscles of his forearms. His gaze flicked to Brett’s crotch. “Are you in need, sir?”

  “Well, yes, but I’ll wait.” Brett held out Rylan’s sweatpants for him to step into.

  Rylan slipped on a sweatshirt and sat on the bed to get his boots on. Sparks jolted through him from the change in position, and pressure from the plug made him sigh and wiggle his ass against the mattress a few times. Brett snorted a laugh while he shrugged into his overcoat.

  They left, heading to the elevator. The entire way Rylan had to concentrate on every step, trying to appear normal and casual. Just put one foot in front of the other. The leather harness rubbed over his ultra-sensitized nipples, the cock cage kept his awareness centered below the belt and the plug kept him full and even more on edge. Even breaths, in…out…in. People they passed didn’t seem to pay attention to them, Rylan still felt a rush of thrill thinking anyone looking at him knew.

  By the time they arrived at the club the sun was just starting to set. There were half the number of cars in the parking lot as the first time they’d come here. As Brett pointed out, there had been a special event drawing more people than would normally visit. It was a way to attract new customers. Rylan figured tonight was a better representation of the regular clientele.

  After Rylan’s clothes were removed and their belongings stored in one of the lockers Brett took Rylan’s hand and led the way to the bar.

  “Two bottles of water please.” Brett took their order and opened the bottles, handing one off to Rylan. “Drink up, don’t want to dehydrate.”

  Rylan nodded and took a few pulls as they made their way to the dungeon. Tonight, instead of a stage set up for the show, there were a selection of restraint stations, shelves with towels, cleaning spray and another unit with a selection of whips, paddles, candle wax, electric wands, and other toys Rylan didn’t take the time to identify.

  Brett chose a freestanding Saint Andrew’s cross and used the metal rings on Rylan’s cuffs to secure his arms. His legs were spread wide and Velcro straps around his thighs were anchored to the cross as well. Brett selected several items, showing them to Rylan. There was a traditional paddle, a crop with a wide, flat leather end and a flogger with a dozen or so long, leather strips attached to a handle.

  “Anything else you’d like me to use?”

  “No, sir. Those are perfect, sir, thank you,” Rylan said softly. He glanced sideways at Brett. “I’m looking forward to your attention.” He quickly discovered if he rocked back and forth, even within the confines of the restraints, the butt plug would shift and he’d get a nice little zing slithering through him.

  “How are you gents tonight? I’m Mike, senior Dungeon Master.”

  Rylan had noticed all the Dungeon Masters and Mistresses wore red and black spandex outfits with the club logo.

  Mike checked Rylan’s restraints. “What’s your safeword, kid?” He was chattier than Rylan imagined the DMs would be. Rylan was given a visual appraisal, then Mike’s attention turned to Brett, clearly appreciating what he saw.

  “Axel, sir.” Rylan answered.

  Mike patted his own somewhat flabby belly, shook his head, and barked a short laugh. “You two are going to send a whole lot of folks to the gym and make them readjust their diets. What’s your exercise routine?”

  “Ice skating,” Rylan said.

  “A little weight lifting, too,” Brett added.

  “Some ballet,” Rylan finished.

  “Damn, I’m going to take up skating and dancing.” Mike stepped away and moved around so he faced Rylan. “Okay, guys, the rules are posted on every wall.” He waved at a large poster on the wall opposite. “Here’s the rundown. House safewords are green, everything is a go. Red means you need your scene stopped and mayday is in case of emergency. Don’t say these words unless you mean them or are asked by a DM for assurance you’re okay.” He moved to one side and pointed to a plastic bin with a cover a foot or so away. “Clean up supplies are in there. No ejaculations, fucking or fingering. Take that part home with you.”

  Brett nodded once. “My boy is plugged.”

  Mike smiled. “Oh nice, love wearing those. All the DMs have extensive first aid training and please don’t be afraid to ask if you need help.” He paced around Brett. “Have fun and man, you are way overdressed.” Winking at Rylan, Mike said, “how about taking that shirt off? Let us all see some of those muscles.”

  “I’d like that, sir.” Rylan glanced up then away almost at once. “Please?”

  Brett rolled his eyes, but pulled his shirt off and laid it over the plastic bin. Mike crossed his arms in front of him. “You two are fine looking men, I’m sure you’ll have an audience. If it gets to be a little much for you, let one of us know and we’ll break it up.”

  “Thank you.” Brett held out his hand, shook Mike’s once before he picked up the paddle. “Time for some training, boy.”

  Mike moved on to other stations, but Rylan watched in a mirror as he glanced over at them while he talked to guests.

  Three quick cracks with the paddle accompanied Brett saying, “Pay attention and stop gawking at others in the mirror.”

  “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

  Brett alternated between Rylan’s left and right ass cheek and every few seconds changed course to slap the backs of his thighs. Rylan tried not to whimper and moan, but it was impossible. Brett moved around to face Rylan.

  “Good?” Brett asked as he snapped nipple clamps into place.

  “Yes, sir, thank you, sir.” Rylan’s voice was more of a hoarse whisper.

  Delightful pain radiated from each nipple to flow into the sensations of lust and sharp, stinging hurt from his ass and groin, like an int
ernal alternating current. He wanted, needed, to come so desperately, but the way his cock was held in the cage that wasn’t going to happen right now. The strap around his balls made them ache and he loved it, wanted more.

  Rylan might have voiced that desire as his arms relaxed and he let the cross hold him up. He was vaguely aware that his head was leaning back, as Brett switched to a cane and rapped it up and down the insides of Rylan’s legs. He imagined how his hair looked swinging and swaying with every twitch of his muscles and jerk of his torso. A tidal wave coursed through him from his clamped nipples and burned a fiery path to his balls. It rolled and rippled causing his ass to clench and the plug to jam harshly against his sweet spot. Euphoria surged through him when he felt the individual pieces of leather from the flogger slap and course over his back. Each little smack landed on his skin and lingered until the next one came along.

  He didn’t think he was moving, yet he had the sensation of rolling and rocking. Red and black moving by caught his attention for a second.

  Don’t say red. Don’t let this stop.

  Rylan’s arms felt like wet noodles and the pull on his shoulders from his weight against the restraints added to the pain mixed with pleasure.

  Never want it to stop.

  When was the last time Brett had smacked him? Rylan couldn’t remember.

  Don’t stop.

  He wasn’t sure if he’d said that aloud or not but he certainly felt Brett’s wide, warm palms smoothing over his ass and spreading something cool and soothing in their wake. Brett’s hands moved up Rylan’s sides and the clamps were removed. That brought a whole new bouquet of sensations to his nipples. They were free, hard as little pebbles and throbbing. He tried for a second to rub them over the cross, but couldn’t move that far.

  Brett caressed Rylan’s neck with one hand and ran his fingers through Rylan’s hair with the other.