by Viva Gold
“Hey yourself.” Adam smiled at me. He really was a gorgeous man. “Izzy said you might have questions? How about we grab a scotch and have a chat.” Angel appeared. He slipped his hand in Bastien’s, and led him away. Had Izzy told everyone already? “I know what you’re thinking…” Adam told me. “But these boys are extremely intuitive. They have had to be for their very survival.” I nodded. “Come.” Adam led me by the elbow away from the barbeque and up to the patio where I had been sitting with Bastien earlier in the day. He disappeared into the conservatory and returned with two crystal tumblers, half full of amber liquid. “Jason’s dad does love a single malt,” he remarked as we both took a sip. It was indeed exceptional. We sat.
“So, has Izzy sent you to prep me for my spanking?” My go to tone to hide my nerves was sarcasm. Adam didn’t look impressed.
“Have you ever been spanked?” he asked with a wry grin on his face. I hastily shook my head not willing to admit to my recent submission to the Twins. “I thought not. Don’t knock it, but that’s not what Izzy has in mind for you.” Adam took another sip of his whiskey. “Have you ever been fisted?”
I spat out my whiskey all over the pavement, spraying the patio. Adam roared with laughter and I realised with relief, that he had been joking. He patted me on the thigh. “Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“Not exactly,” he replied. “You know, Tal, de-stressing is not really about the physical act, but rather getting you into the right headspace so you can relax. Some call it subspace, but as you’re not a sub, I’m not sure that’s an appropriate term, although the experience is similar.”
“So, would Izzy hurt me?” I wasn’t much in to pain.
“Hmm, I’m thinking more of rope play.” Adam tapped his chin and pulled on his beard. I was shocked to see a wistful expression on his face. “It’s amazing if you let yourself relax into it.” I thought about it for a few moments as I drank my scotch. When the glass was empty I held it out to Adam for a refill, but he shook his head. “You can’t be drunk for a scene.” I nodded. I was already slightly tingly. “I’m going to have a word with Sanjay about using one of the rooms. I assume you’re ok with an audience…not that you’ll notice for too long.” I nodded. I wasn’t an exhibitionist but nor was I at all shy.
I stood outside of the Greenall Manor ballroom trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. I had agreed to be tied up by Isadore Woolf in front of all the other guests. Izzy had ordered me to strip. I tried to ask him what else was involved in the scene, but he’d merely smiled at me and told me not to worry; to trust him and to simply enjoy the experience. The door opened and Adam greeted me. He held out his hand and led me onto a makeshift platform in the middle of the room that acted as a stage. He urged me to sit on one of the two dining room chairs that had been placed there.
I looked into the silent audience. I found the pair of amber eyes I had been looking for and my pulse rate calmed. Bastien smiled proudly at me and I beamed. Izzy appeared.
“Fucking hell.”
His sturdy legs were encased in leather. He wore a harness over his bare chest and two matching black leather cuffs on his wrists. In his hands, he held a length of rope that he dropped by my feet. I jumped slightly as I heard it hit the floor. He stood before me and placed his hands on my shoulders, capturing my full attention.
“Are you ready?” I nodded. “Red means stop. Say red.”
“Red,” I rasped.
“And what does it mean?” He lightly squeezed my shoulders.
“Stop,” I replied.
“Excellent, Tally.”
Despite hating him for using my childhood nickname, my chest swelled at his praise. I rolled my eyes at succumbing to the Woolf effect already. He tutted having caught my eye roll. I apologised.
“I’m going to tie you up.” He indicated to the rope. “If at any time you want the scene to stop, all you have to say is red. I’ll ignore anything other than that word, understand?” I nodded and swallowed. Izzy turned to Adam and cocked his chin. Adam passed me a bottle of water. “Take a drink.” I unscrewed the cap and took a long pull of the cooling liquid. I passed the bottle back to Adam, who blew me a kiss.
“Place your feet flat on the floor and rest your hands on your thighs.” Izzy kicked my feet apart until he was satisfied. “Normally, I would hoist you off the floor for this, but as we are not at my club, I have adapted my technique. Tonight, the only pieces of equipment I need are the chairs and these ropes.”
Izzy set to work. He used a firm hand to create a network of roped restricts from my toes to my shoulders until I was bound and helpless. I couldn’t tell how many separate lengths of rope he had used, but there was one across my chest just above my pecs and another one that went around my chest right underneath. The effect was to make my tits protrude, which made my nipples stand to attention. On purpose or by accident, Izzy frequently brushed them with his arms while he worked. The coarse hair that covered his forearms teased my nipples to hard peaks and I could feel my cock hardening.
“Hmmm.” Izzy smirked. I ignored him and closed my eyes. “Nope.” He barked and they snapped open. “Not while I’m tying you. There will be plenty of time for you to drift off once I’ve finished.” He flicked the barbells piercing my nipples, and I swear I felt it in my cock. The effect was electric. I breathed heavily trying to maintain some semblance of control.
Next, the man who would be Dom, wound a thick length of rope around my waist so that I was securely tethered. My arms were encased in the same ropes, so that I couldn’t move my upper body. Izzy moved behind me and bound my wrists to the back of the chair, immobilising me completely.
Following that, he worked on my legs. He wove ropes around my ankles securing them to the chair posts. Then he tied the rope above and below my knees also connecting them to the back of the chair. It caused my legs to spread wide, fully exposing me to the audience. My cock throbbed and I heard a few gasps at the show. Izzy was concentrating hard on the task at hand. He pulled on the ropes here and there until he was satisfied I couldn’t move.
“Ok, Tal?” he asked. I grunted. So far, all he’d done was render me immobile. I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. Yes, he’d made pretty patterns with the ropes, but I was sadly underwhelmed right now. “Good, then let’s move on.”
Izzy produced a length of rope from his pocket that was thinner than the one he had just used on my body. A sense of dread filled my body. Just as I feared, Izzy bent down before me and began to stroke my straining cock. I gasped. “Stop,” I choked. He cocked his head at me as he continued to tease me. I knew he’d only stop for red, but I still made the pretence of protesting. In truth, it felt amazing to be bound and unable to shift away of my own accord.
Apparently satisfied my shaft was as hard as it was going to get, Izzy wove the rope around my balls and base of my cock tightly, followed by an intricate pattern of knots all the way to the tip where I was most tender. He had cleverly positioned the knots over the most sensitive areas so that when I moved my erogenous spots ignited.
“You said this wasn’t sex,” I gasped.
“And it isn’t. I’m not fucking you, am I?” Izzy replied, sounding way too smug for my liking.
“Bastard,” I choked out. Izzy tugged on a rope sending sparks of electricity through me.
“Look how wet you are for me.” Izzy demonstrated my leaking cock just in case anyone missed that small detail.
“Fuck. You,” I spat through gritted teeth.
“Um, I don’t think so, Tal. This isn’t sex.” Izzy shook his head at me. The arrogant bastard was enjoying himself far too much. I grunted, and because I wasn’t able to do anything else, I closed my eyes. I received a squeeze to my balls that made my eyelids fly open. I gasped for breath. “No napping,” Izzy scolded me. I saw him gesture for Adam to approach. “I want you to relax now, Boy.” Izzy’s voice was commanding and I automatically found myself yielding. He stood in front of me while Adam moved behind me. Izzy nodded at Adam who plac
ed his massive hands on my bare shoulders.
“You ok, Tal?” Adam leaned down to whisper in my ear. His soft hair brushed my cheek.
“You smell really good, Ads,” I answered, feeling a little delirious from the sensation overload. He grinned at me and popped a kiss on my cheek. His gentleness was in direct contrast to Izzy’s terse manner, which fucked with my head. I was beginning to lose focus. The room swam as Adam tipped the chair back and I would have flailed had I been able to. I came to a stop almost in parallel to the ceiling. The feeling of being suspended was disconcerting.
Adam ran his hands through my hair and brushed his lips over mine. I felt his smile.
“Hey!” Izzy protested, but there was no real ire in his tone. I watched lazily as Adam bent to kiss his husband and Master. When Izzy was done with him, he slid gracefully to his knees and presented for him. “That’s my beautiful Boy.” Adam preened at the compliment. I was vaguely irritated. The blissful feelings had waned, leaving me a little bit impatient to get this show on the road. I was supposed to be de-stressing; instead I was sexually wound up and uncomfortable. I huffed and fidgeted as much as my restraints allowed.
“Bastien, may I borrow you please?” Izzy’s request shocked me. I twisted my head to watch as Bastien approached the stage. He had changed into loose white linen pants that did nothing to hide the fact he was commando underneath. He had a short white vest on that hugged his chest, showcasing his lean definition. I was pleased to notice he’d tied his ridiculous fringe into a little topknot, so that his incredible amber eyes weren’t hidden. He smiled at me before turning his attention to Izzy.
“Oui, Maitre.”
“I am not your Master, Bas. But I would like you to assist me if that’s ok.”
I was grateful to Izzy for not making Bastien feel like he had to obey him, but instead gave him the choice. I was also beginning to get excited about what that help would be. My cock began to plump causing the strategically placed knots to make themselves apparent. My balls felt deliciously heavy and I moaned wantonly.
Izzy ran the pad of his thumb over the wet head of my cock. I gasped. The air in the room felt thick. I was vaguely aware of Izzy talking to Bastien, giving him instructions at a volume too low for me to hear.
“Bastien is going to blindfold you, Tal. He’s also going to place some head phones on you so that your sight and hearing is restricted. You won’t have a gag as we all want to hear your sounds, and you’ll still retain the ability to safe word.”
My pulse raced at a million miles an hour. I was incredibly turned on. “I thought you said this wasn’t about sex,” I remarked.
“I lied,” Izzy replied without an ounce of remorse in his tone. “It’s always about sex.” I snorted at his admission. “But then, I think you already knew that, didn’t you, Mr Roth?”
The room went dark before I could respond. Bastien carefully covered my eyes with a length of silk. My ears were next. In the quiet of the dark, my other senses kicked in. I could smell Bastien close to my head, which was reassuring. The floor vibrated as Izzy approached and his scent mixed with Bastien’s. I held my breath not knowing what to expect, but then the feather light touch of Bastien’s fingers on my chest made me exhale. He traced patterns between the ropes until he found my nipples. I jerked as he brushed them. The sensation was incredible. Every feeling was heightened. I cried out as his tongue flicked over each sensitised peak. I tried to arch my back but of course, the ropes kept me tethered.
“Oh God, more…” I begged, but Bastien merely continued to torment me with his sinful mouth. My mind was blown; my cock was impossibly hard; I was whimpering with need, and suddenly he was gone. “What? No…” I whined like a toddler.
My nipples were taut and sore, and so not ready for the two evil clamps that bit down on them. “Fuck!” I screamed. “That fucking kills.” Someone yanked the chains pulling hard on my nipples, stealing my breath. As I opened my mouth to yell, a warm wet tongue slipped its way in and I was immediately distracted by the welcome, already familiar taste, of Bastien. While I took solace in his kiss, a gelled-up finger circled my hole causing my synapses to explode. If it weren’t for the bindings on my cock, I would have come on the spot.
In my head, I could imagine Bastien at my head and Izzy between my spread legs; them both paying me attention as the audience looked on. I was exposed for all to see. It was easily the most erotic moment of my entire life. I felt slutty and wanton, but also sexy and desirable. It was a thrill to be the focus of everyone in the room.
Izzy slipped a finger into my arse. I moaned into Bastien’s mouth and felt him smile. Another finger slid in; Izzy twisted his hand and pegged my gland. Sparks ignited in my head and I felt dizzy. The chain joining my nipples was pulled on; the barbells flicked, and somewhere along the line I realised the ropes on my cock had been removed. A wet cavern engulfed my shaft. It was too much. With a shock, I realised it must have been Adam’s mouth sucking me off. I honestly didn’t know how much more I could take. I pulled away from Bastien to take in some badly needed air.
“I need…I can’t…please. Iz...” I knew I was making no sense whatsoever, but I was desperate for some respite. A finger landed on my lips silencing me. I was about to protest when I felt the head of Izzy’s monster cock breach my hole and all I could do was babble nonsense. In all my years, I had never imagined my friend fucking me and not in public while I was being blown by his husband. Izzy was correct; I’d always known it was going to end in sex. I just didn’t anticipate it was going to be with Izzy and Adam.
Bastien kissed me again, which strangely felt entirely more intimate than what either of the other two were doing. He removed the clamps on my nipples and carried on kissing me through the white hot burn. I began to fly. I had never experienced such an intense state of subspace, but as I succumbed to the overload of sensation, I felt myself soar. It was akin to an out of body experience. I was in a state of euphoria, no longer concerned with climaxing but merely to maintain the endorphin induced high. Ultimately, my body said otherwise, and the tell-tale fizzle at the base of my spine turned to fire as it reached my balls. I shot my load so hard the only thing I was aware of was exquisite ecstasy suffusing every millimetre of my body. The relief was intense.
“Tally?” I was vaguely aware that the blindfold and the earphones had been removed along with the ropes. Izzy was stroking my face. I mumbled rubbish and he chuckled. “Adam, would you mind?” The man scooped me up into his arms like a baby and carried me off to a room where he deposited me onto a bed. I was grateful for the soft mattress after being tied to a hard chair for what seemed like hours. The bed dipped and a warm body spooned me from behind. Bastien.
The door closed leaving us alone. I felt so light and peaceful wrapped in the arms of the man currently occupying my dreams. Izzy was a miracle worker.
“Comment ca va?” Bastien whispered.
“I’m good. Really good,” I mumbled.
“Go to sleep, Tal,” Bastien urged quietly.
“Stay with me.” I pulled his arms tighter around me.
“Of course,” I heard him reply, just as I drifted off into the abyss.
8
I woke early, however, I felt fantastically relaxed and was very happy to lie in bed and wait for the day to begin. Especially, as a cute little minx was snuffling next to me. I shifted on to my side, careful not to wake Bastien, so that I could look at him while he slept. He looked so peaceful with none of his daytime worry lines spoiling his gorgeous face. I knew it was fast, but I was falling for him. I knew this for a fact as it had never happened to me before. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and tapped out a text to my Mum.
“RSVP to that wedding that I’m coming. And I’m potentially bringing a plus one.”
Before I’d even managed to put it back down, a reply came through.
“OMG! Can I call you?”
“Not right now – speak later.”
“Dying to hear who you’re bringing. Don’t ke
ep your mother waiting too long. Love you x.”
“Love you too.”
It was a conversation that could wait. I had no doubt she’d have a million questions and I needed to ask Bastien first, anyway.
He was sleeping on his stomach. His arms were stretched above his head disappearing under the pillow and his head was turned towards me. I brushed his hair away from his face. Looking down, I appreciated the way the sheet draped over his two perfect arse cheeks. My cock jerked and my curiosity got the better of me. I gently tugged on the sheet so that inch by inch, his gloriously naked flesh was revealed to me. Two sexy back dimples dipped just above the perfectly rounded globes of his bum. He was smooth everywhere and I guessed he waxed. In the past, I’d preferred my men au naturel, but Bastien suited the clean look.
I ran a finger down his side causing him to squirm in his sleep. I did it again and he huffed. After a third time, he mumbled something unintelligible and threw himself on to his back.
“Yes!” I hissed under my breath. Success was mine. Now I got to perv on the rest of his body. I inched closer. His arms were still above his head which gave me free access to his pits. I got in as close as possible and inhaled. He smelled divine. His scent was sweaty, musky, deeply masculine and innately Bastien. I needed a taste. I checked to make sure he was still sleeping before I ran my tongue up and down his right armpit. The young man stirred and sighed, but his eyes remained closed. I rolled my tongue around my mouth savouring his flavour. I was already hooked.
Glancing down his body, I was amused to see Bastien’s cock jerk. His morning erection was extremely appetising, and I mused on taking it into my mouth and waking him up in the best way. I shuffled down the bed so that I could spread his ankles apart and get between his legs. He was so warm and as I got closer to his groin, I was rewarded with another waft of his intoxicating scent. I shoved my nose into the crease where his thigh met his groin and breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. I was hooked.