BDSM

She retraced her steps. Thinking excitedly about seeing Eric, she was absent-minded when she took the alternate path. Ellen was some way down this path before it broke into three. She had never encountered this before.

“Damn it,” she muttered exasperatedly, looking for any familiar landmarks above the tree line, but the vegetation was overwhelmingly tall. She turned around again and went back the way she had come. As the shadows grew longer, unfamiliar thoughts flittered through her mind. Were the grasses clinging more to her legs as she brushed past? Did the scraggly branches of the bushes seem to claw at her arms and handbag?

Snap out of it, she thought.

She did not arrive back at the place where the path had broken into three. Instead it veered a sharp left which she had never encountered before, not even a few moments ago. Confusion was blooming into bewilderment. Thoughts of annoyance that she would be late were lost as the terrain became increasingly unfamiliar. She began to panic.

Heart thumping, she nearly cried out when rounding another corner of clinging leaves, she came within a meter of stumbling into someone.

“What—?”

Her eyes widened in shock.

A half-naked man stood before her. His perfectly muscled, naturally toned arms were folded carelessly and artfully across his broad, hairless chest. His admirable upper body tapered down over a well-ripped abdomen. Hanging almost effortlessly from his elegant waist were a pair of shimmering trousers of indescribable color—a confusing blue-gray that form-fitted to his perfectly muscled legs. These legs also seemed to be deliberately arranged, one crossed over the other as he leaned against a burned-out hollow trunk.

His pose of nonchalant arrogance gave the impression that somehow he had beckoned her and had waited for her for an indeterminable amount of time. Now that she was finally here, the moment seemed to hang in the balance—the shocking and unexpected were waiting to be unleashed.

Ellen could not help but blush, admiring this perfection of masculine physiognomy. She glanced up at his face.

And gasped.

His ice-blue eyes gazed at her hungrily, predatorily.

His sensual lips held a slight audacious curve, poised like those of a dangerous seducer.

She could not believe that sensible her almost swooned at the sight of him. She felt a rush of inexplicable faintness. The periphery of her vision blurred. He still had not uttered a word. How could she feel like she was falling under his spell?

A small voice screamed from somewhere inside her, Get away now! Get back home now! Run!

In the snap of a finger, he'd crossed to slam a palm on the sliding door-plate, sealing them in. When he turned to face her, Feyna was shocked at how dangerous he looked. Thinking she'd driven him to strike her, she scooted back several paces, a wave of adrenaline speeding through her bloodstream to trigger her body's fight-or-flight mode.

It didn't matter that she was a specialist in Nevarsis style hand-to-hand combat when DeSardon seized her, pushing her back against the wall. Caging her so she felt the hard ridge of his arousal, her body turned to mush. "W-what are doing?" she flustered. "There's no need for this. I've no intention of damaging your career."

"Forget the job," he rasped. "Don't you feel it?"

She stared back uncomprehendingly, struggling to shift mental gears. For one wild moment, she wondered if she was dreaming or perhaps she was hallucinating. There was a strange sense of unreality about the way they were responding to each other, the room seeming to revolve while strands of sexual energy curled hotly around them, the press of his cock against her mound sapping her will.

"Give in to your needs," he softly urged.

For a moment, the psychologist in Feyna kicked in to question if he was secretly enraged that she'd accepted the assignment--not taking heed of his kiss-off, so to speak--and this was all part of some intricate ploy to discredit her, encouraging her to make the first move. But then again, if security cameras were filming them, he'd be caught as well. And if it wasn't a strategy, then amazingly, he still wanted her.

"I want you," he confirmed, that fantastic mouth hovering a short breath from hers. "Take what you want, Feyna. Ignore everything else."

Later, when she could think again, she would tell herself that something within him triggered a weakness in her. Like a person with an addiction, she craved his particular brand of masculinity, the excruciating pleasure generated by his touch. Now, with a silent moan of despair, she reached up to grasp his thick tail of black hair, tugging his head down.

Ketrick's response was instantaneous. Meeting her open mouth halfway, he seized her bun, pulling her mass of silky hair free, taking handfuls to tilt her head while his mouth went to battle with hers. Sucking and plying, he caught her full lower lip for erotic nips, laving away the hurt, then stabbing forcefully with his tongue, sweeping inside her wetness to draw her smaller velvety tongue into his mouth.

The shock of the I-missed-you-like-crazy kind of kiss powered through Feyna like a lightning bolt, the exotic, male taste of him after her long deprivation unspeakably glorious. She met his assault with one of her own. Arching her body to press greedily closer, her hands clutched at his broad shoulders. Her heart pounding chaotically as she darted her tongue to tangle with his, reveling in his largeness and the tantalizing scrape of male bristle against her skin.

Feyna needed more. Seizing the initiative again, she slid up the wall, making them both cry out when she rocked the vulva that felt as if it had swollen to twice its size against the bow of his pulsing shaft. And feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders moving under her hands, she wanted to feel the heat of his bare skin and tried to slip a hand under the hem of his close-fitting tunic. "Where's the opening?"

Eyes brilliant from urgency, he reached up to tear back the fastening strip, moving closer again as she shoved the black tunic off his shoulders, which dropped to the ground.

As desperate as she was, Feyna had to take a moment to drink in the sight of his wide, bronzed torso and lean waist, her hands, for pure animal pleasure, stoking over the incredible definition in his arms. She understood that some women didn't care for male body hair. She loved it, her fingers drawn like a magnet to his chest's warm, black pelt.

Gently, she circled his flat, dark nipples and he shuddered. When she bent to lap at them, she could hear his chest working for more air. His skin was slick and tasted salty, his masculine musk saturating her senses. Yum, yum.

"God, Feyna, you're killing me."

She reached down to the waistband of his trousers and fumbled.

He caught her hand. "You first."

A gust of wind rattled the windows and Martha slid farther under the covers. If it could get this nippy in early September, how would she manage January?

She’d check the furnace filters in the morning. And she’d better make certain the wood yard held plenty of firewood to last the winter. She’d have to get advice about that. She had no idea how much would be enough.

Natalie might know. Daniel Ford would certainly know. She turned over again and fluffed her pillow back up. The nerve of him, to be watching her when she hadn’t even been aware of his presence!

She didn’t doubt he could wield an axe handily. She shivered. Maybe she should’ve done more research before buying the place. Perhaps she should look into getting one of those cute gas fire places.

She needed to stay warm in the winter, and she wasn’t about to flee back to civilization any time soon. It had taken all her gumption and most of her inheritance to buy Purgatory Point; she wasn’t about to give up because of a chill in the air.

That decided, she closed her eyes and welcomed the drifting sensations of dozing.

He’d have strong hands. She’d have soft hands. Dan’s fingers. Natalie’s fingers. As if from a distance, Martha recognized her own soft moans. Her loins ached. It was an old ache, yet a familiar ache.

Her nipples pebbled and strained against the flannel gown. Fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping them.

Whose fingers? Hers? His? Natalie’s? She was dreaming. She knew she was. She had to be dreaming. She let herself sink farther into the darkness.

“That a girl,” came a soothing whisper penetrating her fuzzy brain. “You’re a passionate woman. Let it out. Cherish your passion. Let me help. Let me touch you.”

“Natalie?” Martha whispered, unable to awaken.

A soft chuckle answered. “Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you.”

The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. “Oh,” she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.

Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. “This can’t be happening,” she moaned, widening her thighs.

“But it is. You’re not pretending it isn’t, are you?”

Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted, but she wanted with her entire body.

A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. “Good God,” Martha whimpered. She heard laughter and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn’t know which would explode first, her head or her loins.

“God help me!” she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.

Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn’t deceive herself labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.

She’d orgasmed before, but… She threw an arm across her forehead. This one had been so explosive. So simple, and yet overwhelmingly complex. She shook her head. Since when had she become an analyst of orgasms?

Her nipples still tingled. Tentatively, she brushed a hand against a breast. Her eyes flew wide open and she started to a sitting position. The flannel covering her breast was sodden. She slid a hand between her legs. Wet. “Good grief,” she murmured to the night, “what is happening to me?”

Todd thrust deep, stilled, and waited. Eric knew from experience that Natalie was squeezing down on him hard and then she erupted. She called out to the heavens. Her hot breath scalded his balls. Todd grinned triumphantly at the mirror and Susan blew her husband’s reflection a kiss.

The three of them waited for Natalie. When she stirred, Eric began once again easing in and out of Susan, who had shown more patience than he’d expected.

“Bombastic, Natalie,” Susan said. “That must’ve been worth the wait. Looked like you’re enjoying my husband’s cock. And like a good boy, he didn’t come. Todd’s not short on patience.”

“He’s super,” came the hushed response along with a half-smothered giggle. Eric felt her lips brush his balls. “You seem to be faring quite well with your brother-in-law.”

“Certainly am,” Susan grunted as he gave her an extra strong stroke. “Both of our men are quite skilled at satisfying a woman.”

“The women aren’t bad either, right, bro?”

Eric nodded at his brother’s reflection and slowed his pace to match that of Todd, who was beginning again to inch out of Natalie and slowly glide back in. He gasped when Susan clamped her vagina tighter around him. Much more of that and he was done. “Don’t know about anyone else, but I’m about ready to pop.”

“Wait!” Susan declared, “I want you to come in my ass.”

“Excellent idea,” Eric said, holding himself in check and leaning over to nip at Susan’s shoulder blade.

“How about you?” Todd asked Natalie.

 “No,” she said quickly, “I’ll pass on that. I want you to finish where you are.”

“Good enough,” Todd replied. “I’m quite content where I am. We’ll wait for Eric and Susan.”

Eric smiled to himself. So was she saving her ass for him? Certainly someone as experienced as Natalie must enjoy anal play, but he hadn’t really explored that with her yet. There was so much more for them to try. He pulled out of Susan and clutched a butt cheek in each hand. Her anus puckered—just in case he might lose his way.

“You, Natalie,” Susan chortled, “may want to help him find the right spot.”

Eric closed his eyes as Natalie’s fingers curled around his straining cock. Susan had had a super idea for including Natalie. He couldn’t determine whose breathing had turned more ragged, his or Natalie’s, as she guided the tip of his cock until it found the exposed dark target. He eased in fractionally and Susan expanded to accept him.

“Wow,” Natalie gasped. “Amazing. His head disappeared.”

“Wait,” Susan whimpered. “I’m opening, but give me a moment. He’s going to fill my ass, Natalie. And I’m enjoying this immensely. I hope you are.”

“Stunning,” Natalie responded, “and your pussy is so wide open.”

“Then you might want to push a couple fingers in so she doesn’t feel abandoned.” Susan chuckled. “You may be surprised by what you find. Okay, big guy. I’m ready for you. Slowly. Bring him home.”

He nodded at the mirror as Susan’s mouth curved into a smile. They both knew she could’ve taken all of him before now, but she had Natalie where she wanted her. He eased on in. His groans matched those of Natalie’s as his cock nestled into Susan’s ass and pressed against Natalie’s two fingers buried in Susan’s vagina.

“Now,” he grunted to his brother.

They moved in unison with him fucking his brother’s wife’s ass and his brother fucking his lover’s pussy. The wails of both women soon filled the small alcove.

Eric tried to hold back, but was failing miserably. He didn’t know if it was Susan’s tight channel or Natalie’s fingers drawing him in deeper that forced him across a hidden precipice, but his thighs burned and his toes curled as he hurtled faster in and out the women’s clutches.

“Oh hell!” he shouted. “I’m over the top.”

Laughing, Todd exclaimed, “Me, too!”

She loved the shower. Hot water poured down on her skin, flowing over her head, down her neck before cascading over her breasts. She couldn't help but drag the bar of soap from her throat down along the outlines of her breasts. The soapy feel of her fingers gently squeezing one of her nipples always sent shockwaves down her back to her hips. She could run her fingers all over the front of her legs, dragging the velvety bubbles into her crotch. Once Jill's fingers were nestled in her folds, she could not stop the want for more. Gentle touches to her lips felt so good she had to continue. More pressure kept the inspiration building. Her other hand always found a nipple, one waiting for the sheer ecstasy of her fingernails dragging gently over the rock-hard skin.

With her hips bucking with each stroke, Jill forced herself to be quiet, lest she awaken her husband who slept just a few dozen feet away. The pressure always became too intense to stop the orgasm like she promised herself she would. Turning her face to the water, she would lose control and allow the wave of pleasure to flow over her entire body.

Shaken and ticklish from the experience, she would carefully dry off and enjoy the last remnants of pleasure before she slipped into bed. Her husband was never the wiser.

"Forgive me, Lord, of those moments of transgression," she prayed. "Give me, please, the ability to be satisfied with my man."

Suzanne closed her eyes. She didn’t think she could handle anything else right now. He’d managed to turn her into something she so patently wasn’t. But if that was the case, how come he’d done it so easily? She couldn’t honestly say he’d had to work all that hard – she’d been right with him all the way.

Mike’s lazy drawl broke into her desperate search for serenity. “Imagining how we’ll spend the afternoon?”

Her eyes flew open.

“Or perhaps you were just admiring how beautiful you look with your naked pussy and gorgeous ass?”

He raised a single eyebrow at her frantic blush, and his mouth quirked.

“I.. ah… I was just…”

“Mmm? You were saying?” he murmured as he crossed the bathroom in one long stride.

Suzanne backed herself into the wall, the tiles shockingly cold on her butt.

“You’ll get goose pimples on your ass,” he observed as he tugged her gently away from the wall. “Come on, lunch is served.”

“Lunch is served?” The rapid change of subject had her grasping to make sense of his actions. Whatever she’d expected him to say next, it wasn’t that.

She opened the button of his jeans and slowly undid the zipper, making it a prelude to seduction. The change of intentions came so abruptly Julian gasped, and his eyes were wide open. Kyra kept her gaze on his surprised expression when she leisurely pulled down the pants and discarded them. The socks were next and his breathing became ragged when she took his big toe in her mouth. Thoughts were blown like mist from his mind and anger? What was anger when lust ruled? Kyra felt a twisted kind of pride to have turned and quenched his anger so quickly. She sucked and bit until Julian squirmed on the carpet. With a devilish smile Kyra made a short excursion to the kitchen. The cardigan he wore had a zipper, but the shirt fell prey to her jackknife. Julian lifted his head, eyes wide enough to show the white. She pushed shirt and cardigan to the sides and over his shoulders to revel in the warmth of his chest.

"Free me," he begged. "Please."

"Not so fast," Kyra said, muffled, since her mouth hovered over his skin.

"But it's so tight! So tight!"

Kyra came back to her senses long enough to take off his underwear and fumble with the lock of the chastity device. Julian bowed his back, not only because his hands were trapped behind him, but also for release. She rewarded him with a sensuous ride of her tongue along his shaft, driving him to the first scream even before she had started going down on him. For a flitting moment Kyra thought that his anger had channeled quite nicely and was a much better trigger for sex than anything she could think of, but then the moment was over, and she realized that she had taken off pullover and shirt. Her bra was next, and she drove them both to a new level of sensation when her warm naked skin touched his.

"Oh, God…" Julian swallowed.

Kyra saw his big pulse at the neck beat and the sweat that covered his chest. She bit her way down to his naval, leaving small teeth marks on his tight skin. He had spread his legs wide for her to kneel between and hoped she would go down on him right here. It took him a moment in the pause of her teasing to find out that she had stood up to fetch the cane from the wall. "No… You're not going to hit me now! No, no!"

"You either turn and it will be your butt or you lie there and take it on your belly." Julian growled something unintelligible, and she raised the cane. "No argument, no anger. Remember that, Julian."

He made the effort to turn, but it cost him. To be under her heels like that was not what had been on her mind when she had undressed him. But he preferred his back hurt instead of his front. One miss and all of his lust would turn to real pain.

"Head down on the carpet!" He knelt in the most vulnerable position, head down and ass up and, by his heavy breathing, she knew he did not like it at all. So he kept the pained moaning to himself. The only sound was the swishing of the cane and the short impact. He clenched his teeth, grunted, but did neither whimper nor cry out when the last hit home right below his buttocks. It had been the shortest beating ever, no more than five strikes, and he knelt and waited, and only when he heard the cane drop did he dare to turn his head a fraction. Kyra was already behind him, both hands on his sides and then, while his mind fought to understand what was going on, she licked the spot above his cleft, showering him with lust. Overruling pain and the sense of humiliation in one lavish movement.

"Oh, my God…"

"Nothing can help you now," she whispered, satisfied to have gotten him where she wanted. He was like butter now. Melting and melting quicker from one moment to the next. Eager and ready to follow her command. She could lead him around at his nose now if she pleased and he would not dare arguing. She took a moment to shed her dress pants. Julian craned his neck to watch her, but did not change position until she ordered him to lie on the mattress in the kitchen. He sat down carefully, but the welts did not hurt as much as those by the whip. While his head was lifted from the mattress his eyes were glued to Kyra's body and the undies that followed the rest of her clothes. He was helpless, expecting, hoping and so heavily aroused he could hardly swallow let alone breathe. She crouched between his legs and ran her hands up his shins. Over his kneecaps. Over his thighs. Watching his reaction was worth every moment. He licked his lips, panting loudly. Every move, every look aroused her more. Who needed foreplay when you could watch such a hunk melt under your fingertips? Kyra granted him a smile and found it returned. He loved the game. She moved upwards with her hands, turned every touch into a small sensation. Shivers ran across his abs.

He moaned and urged her with looks to go on. To not stop at his chest, but play the game so that her body stretched along the line of his stomach. The pressing of her breasts against his chest felt like electricity. Julian's mouth opened wide, but his breathing was fast and shallow. "You know how to turn me on," he rasped, and she nodded, still that smile on her face. She lowered her head to kiss the side of his throat, right above the collar. He laid back his head, making a sound deep in his throat as if he were freed at last. Julian gave himself completely to her and it was a sensation that made her so wet she needed the contact more than him. Slowly, aware of his size and strength, she positioned to ease him inside her. At the same time she pushed herself off his chest to get a better angle.

Julian's head jerked up again. "Wow… Be careful with me," she whispered. "I mean it."

"I know." Surprise, gratefulness and arousal mixed in those two words. He put his feet on the ground and slowly, carefully he pushed upward. Kyra put her hands on his chest and he did not mind her weight. He smiled, seeing her reddened cheeks and the deep satisfaction she drew from the most intimate contact. She changed her position just the fraction of an inch, knowing what she wanted and how to get it. He found the rhythm they both needed. The smile on his face turned silly when she kissed his chest, moaning and urging him to give her more.

He gave her more.

"It's just a game." She cut off his rebuke by placing a finger on his lips. "You'll love it."

Ferris turned his wrists. His trance of emotions dissolved, but then Mysan tickled his nipples with her tongue. He moaned. Her body brushed his and catapulted it to a new height. This was outstanding, and his body reacted immediately and heavily. He wanted her to take him. "Please…" She went down his belly with her teasing, tickling tongue. His heartbeat hurt. He swallowed dryly. He didn't know what had been done to him aside the prolonged chastity, but he was horny enough for two. "Don't let me…" She kissed him, shutting off whatever plea he was about to make before she undid her bra and revealed her breasts to his bulging eyes. He wriggled on the sheets. "You're killing me. By the Gods of Erian, please, I beg of you, let me touch you!"

She whispered a feeling no and gently touched his face with her nipples, drawing a breathless moan. He opened his mouth to kiss her skin, but she withdrew, giggling.

Ferris felt the heat in his cock climb so high it became unbearable. He lifted his head to watch her drop her panties. Her pubic hair was shaven to a perfect V.

"Don't let me wait any longer. I can't stand it."

"Oh, you will." She ran her tongue down his shaft and, unexpectedly, swallowed his length.

He screamed mad with lust and at the same time feeling tormented to a degree he had never experienced before. He lifted his butt to get more of her hot mouth. The same moment she jerked up her head. Again, Mysan left him dangling between heaven and hell. His body twitched, he clenched his fists, unable to control himself. He was dizzy with excitement, unable to swallow, unable to focus. It was the sweetest torture the scientist could have chosen.

She straddled him, but ignored his hot, hard cock. "Do you want to take me, Ferris?"

He hardly heard her through the pulsing of his blood. "Yes."

"Will you go down on me forcefully? With all you have?"

He hesitated a moment, insecure of her purpose. "Yes." His mouth was so terribly dry, and his brain so utterly drained. "If you let me."

She slipped her hands under the covers and smiled even broader when he moaned upon her touch. He lay back and closed his eyes. Dasha kissed his chest and relaxed with him, enjoying the closeness. He massaged her shoulders and gently let them travel down her spine. Only then did he realize her nakedness and opened his eyes.

"Surprised? Don't. I couldn't wait for you to wake up."

He kissed her lips and pulled her on his body. "Wake me for that every time. You're so beautiful."

"Hum, I like your looks, too. But more I like what you got in your head." She kissed his brow. "You are easy to love."

"Easy, hum?" Ferris intensified his caressing, keeping the thought to himself that no encounter would lead to a love he craved for. "You make it easy, don't you?"

"How are you feeling?" Dasha kissed his chest and throat, chuckling when he let go of his breath.

"I slept well. Must be the company." He kissed her nose. "I can forget about everything right now. Do you want me?"

Dasha laughed and caught Ferris's chin between her thumb and forefinger. "You're a dope, Ferris. If you don't take me right now, I'm going to force myself on you and take what I want!"

"Uh, that's a threat I truly can't bear!" Ferris tickled her back, and she wriggled in his arms, laughing like a child. They wrestled within the blankets and when Dasha was on top again she pinned him down with her hands on his shoulders. "No further resistance! I'm going to seriously devour you right now."

Ferris looked up to her, dropped his arms, and smiled mischievously. "Take me, mighty clan leader, take me as I am."

"Do you swear to not bite and beat me?"

"I'll be as kind as a young gronty, my love."

"That's a promise!" Dasha fondled his nose with hers, then began kissing him passionately.

  “A red ribbon.”

“Yeah.” Chris didn’t want to interpret her look. Mockery? Satisfaction? He laughed when he thought about his elderly neighbor, who had given him two yards of red gift-wrap ribbon and tattled about gifts and girlfriends and the merriness of being in love. “It’s quite a strange thing. Why did you want me to wear it?”

“I love the look.” The tone told him to shut up and enjoy the ride. Ginger sat before him and bent to pull the ribbon with her teeth. She pushed the pants to the floor and spread Chris’s legs as wide as they would go.

“Your driver…” Chris was close to the point he didn’t care who else watched him dwindle in a pool of hormones.

Her hands massaged the sides of his buttocks. “He doesn’t watch.”

He let it go. He didn’t want to argue, no matter if the driver told the next one at the traffic lights about his size. Ginger’s teeth and tongue were on his balls, trying to untie the ribbon. He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensation and the slow building arousal. She bit him once and he gasped, but didn’t stop her. He was too far gone for words and the slight pain only added to the wonderful feeling of being seduced. He felt great in his skin. Taken with lust. Her chin was on him, gently rubbing, hair tickling his soft flesh, while her tongue slipped under the ribbon to slowly lift it. The bow was already undone, the knot loosened. The slight pull brought a moan from him. He shivered with delight, mouth open, head leaned back slack against the leather of the seat. Then she had the ribbon between her teeth.

 Jaz soaped up my hair, massaged my scalp and then pulled me into the water flow and into her arms. As the shampoo ran out of my hair, our lips met and her embrace tightened around my waist. Her hand followed the path of the soapy water until it reached my butt cheek, giving it a little squeeze. Slippery and wet, she rubbed her breasts against my chest. Her nipples grew harder with every pass. I reached between her legs, my hand palm up and fondled her crotch. She dropped her head on my shoulder, sinking her teeth into me as she held back a cry. The hot steam rose around us, enveloping me in its warmth while her bite captivated my senses, encouraging my sadistic side to emerge. I had all but forgotten what it was like to be with another experienced vampire. We loved pain and we loved to bite.

I gripped her hair and pressed her face into my shoulder. I wanted to relish the sting of her fangs for as long as possible. I forcibly drove three fingers deep inside her cunt, and she bit harder. Tendrils of pleasure latched onto every nerve, and I spiraled into a passionate frenzy. Alice moved rapidly as I turned and slammed Jaz's back against the wall where she once stood. Jaz moaned, released her bite and then filled me with her fingers, compelling my tightened muscles to give way.

As the hot water beat on my back, Jaz continued to fuck me, unrelentingly, driving her fingers into me, adding more fervor to each new stroke than the last. My knees had threatened to buckle. I knew I would come if I didn't stop her. At the same time that I grabbed her wrist, pushing her arm down forcing her fingers out of me, I latched my teeth onto her shoulder, maneuvered my back against the shower wall and jutted my fangs into her flesh. She moaned and her knees gave. I held her tightly against my body with one arm clasped around her waist. My other hand invaded her wetness while I dug my fangs deeper and drank from her shoulder. Suddenly, the hot water turned to a cold spray. As I gripped Jaz by the waist and threw her out of the shower, I saw Alice moving her hand away from the faucet handle. I hissed and grabbed the back of Alice's head, getting a handful of her hair in my grasp.

"You were draining her," Alice pleaded in self-defense.

"She is mine to do with as I please," I snarled, then yanked her head back exposing and biting her neck. Careful only to take a small amount of blood from her, I forced her mouth to my already healing shoulder and made her taste my blood.

She kicked my leg under the table, smiled at Frenchy, and pulled a small, thin, rectangular box from her purse, casually laying it on the table. They exchanged a knowing nod between them. He smiled and left.

"Why are we at a table for four?" I asked apprehensively.

"I have a surprise, and I suggest that you be on your best behavior tonight." She tapped the box. "I'll not warn you again."

I leaned over the table. Oh yeah, it shifted again and I stared directly into her eyes. "Warn me about what?"

She comfortably leaned back in her seat. "Your condescending tone."

"My condescending tone?" I repeated.

"Good evening," the server announced approaching the table. "May I start you off with something to drink? Perhaps a house wine?" he offered.

"Yes, I'll have a bottle of 1978 Romanée Conti."

If he knew anything about wine, I knew that asking for this 1500.00-dollar bottle of wine would shut him up. If he didn't, he would surely have taken extra time finding out what I was asking for. Just as I suspected, the lost look on his face told me, he didn't have a clue.

"Go find me someone who knows what I'm asking for." I chuckled as I waved him off. Emma would soon find out that I was not out of my league in this little game she was playing.

"I warned you about your attitude." She shook her head in a disappointing way, picking up the little box and resting her finger on a small button. She looked at me. "Do try to contain yourself," she said as she pressed the button and the object nestled securely inside me, jumped to life.

At first, the jolt started me. I jerked, knocking over the pristine water glass soaking the linen tablecloth and drowning the rosemary baked bread housed in its custom basket. The small quake inside me rallied all my desires and I felt my juices escape. I wanted nothing more than to reach my hand down my own pants and relieve the intense pressure consuming my groin. I leaned back onto the chair with a satisfied smile on my face. I loved feeling horney with Marie. There was something about sexual cravings physically building and gnawing at me that enhanced the out of body experience I shared with her, but this wasn't Marie. It was my therapist playing a sadistically cruel sexual game. Panic set in when I realized that we hadn't even ordered our meals yet. I was at her mercy.

She smiled then tapped the button and the bullet went still.

"Know that you got your one and only warning about what was to come. Next time…" She raised a brow. "…I expect you to control yourself better than you just did."

"Relax, Taris, this is good for you. And no woman's gonna hurt you. They want to love you. They want you to make love to them, have children." Taris shuddered. "Sshh, don't fear me. Don't fear being helpless. It's arousing, not threatening. Imagine the woman going down on you…" She flipped back the loincloth to kiss his cock. "And licking and tasting you. Imagine her hot, sweaty skin on yours, pressing herself against you." Taris swallowed and started panting. Kalisha opened his pants and slowly pulled them down. He lifted his butt to help. "Imagine her shallow breath and her urging into your ear to go on." She gently pulled apart his legs and caressed his thighs with both hands. "Imagine her going down on you again like that." She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, relieved to see it grow to its full length. "And then when you think you can take no more, she tickles you." Kalisha took great pleasure in playing her tongue on his glans.

"Oh, please…"

"Nah, that is just the beginning of her game with you, because she wants you hot and eager." Kalisha put a loop of rope around his ankles and connected them loosely with the foot end. Taris made a sound, but didn't order her to take the rope off. "She wants to make this a night you won't forget. And later she will remember that you gave her the best you had to give. Freely. Relentlessly. You have something for her to cherish." Taris lifted his buttocks to get more of her teasing tongue. He breathed shallowly now. His eyes were still closed, his lips parted. His chest heaved. The muscles of his belly tensed as she caressed the soft skin around his testicles. "You're so utterly adorable, Taris." She shed her blouse and touched his belly with her breasts. He moaned loudly. Kalisha grinned with satisfaction then returned to fondling his cock and thick balls.

"Please, take me."

"My pleasure, Taris, that's all I wanted to hear." She swallowed his length. Taris cried out, lust taking over, forcing back what his mind told him and whatever memory dictated his behavior. He trembled when Kalisha adjusted her body over his and finally opened his eyes.

"Kalisha, you're wonderful."

She kissed him. "I know, but thanks for telling me."

The roar of the crowd greeted her and she blinked in surprise. The stands were full. This wasn't going to be the standard half-full crowd she was used to fighting in front of.

She walked confidently to the centre of the pit, her hand loosely gripping her sword as she waited for the opponent of the day.

She didn't need to see the doors open to know he was there. The howls and cheers filled the stands and she could feel him approaching her.

Pandora turned and the caress of her hair against her naked waist was suddenly a sensation that made her skin tingle. It couldn't possibly be the sight of the man coming toward her from across the sands of the pit that caused it. It had to be her hair.

His hair was long, blue-black and fell almost to his waist. He wore a white shirt, black vest, trousers and boots. The deep violet of his eyes ensnared her soul, the straight cut of his lips made her wet her own, his straight nose and the chiselled jaw line made her fingers itch to touch.

These were not thoughts that she should be having right before a fight.

He held his sabre with the same loose ease that she did and he squared off against her.

The announcer started the proceedings. "Welcome one and all. I present to you the fight of the decade! Huek K'ptain versus Pan."

As their names were spoken, they saluted the other with their blades. Huek K'ptain did not look happy to be there, facing her.

When the shout came out for them to engage, neither of them moved. Huek spoke, "Surrender and this need not go any further."

The crowd stirred uncomfortably and she hissed. "I don't surrender. I fight."

"Then fight me, but the outcome will be the same." His voice was a harsh growl and then he struck.

Time stretched into an endless round of cut, thrust, parry and lunge. They circled each other, slicing and striking metal on metal for what seemed like hours, but was probably only half an hour.

Finally, he hissed, "Enough."

His sword flicked out and he sliced the upper part of her bodice on the left and the right. The crowd cheered.

Pandora hissed herself and flicked her sword toward his face, creating a bright stripe across his cheek leading to the corner of his mouth. She struck again, at the same time, he parted the strings lacing the front of her bodice. The X that she created over his heart gave her satisfaction that cooled as air caressed her breasts and stomach.

Blood slowly trailed down his jaw and chest, keeping her mesmerized as his precise cuts stripped her shorts off.

Naked with the exception of her boots, she engaged him again. She was unsurprised when her high ponytail was cut loose and her hair slithered across her body. At least it was long enough for her to wear.

Her mind shut out the shouts of the audience and she attacked with a fury that she had yet to let loose in the pit. She jumped over him, flew behind him and tried to strike, but as if he had fought her before, he whirled the instant her feet left the ground. He was ready for her attack.

Surprised by his anticipation, she jumped again, but was too close and he caught her boot by the ankle, pulling her to the ground with a thud.

Naked, covered with sand and having a sword at her throat, Pandora surrendered. She threw her sword to the ground and waited for the killing stroke. It didn't come.

Cursing in a language that Pandora had not learned, Huek K'ptain picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, one hand on her ass to keep her steady. The rioting noise coming from the stands was deafening. Pan was sure that he would turn her over to the guards as soon as they crossed the threshold of the exit. That was not the case.

He waved off the guards and walked with her over his shoulder through the halls. No one moved to stop him.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be happy with a surrogate?"

"For what your ancestor did to me? No. No one but you will do." His hand on her buttocks dug in, the fingers flexing in irritation. "Don't worry, you will have appropriate accommodations until my ire is expended."

Clawing at the interior of the storage pod had done nothing but bloody her fingers. They had left her in the dark with only her memories of the attack to keep her company. Horror welled as shadows of colleagues wandered in the darkness around her pod. Some were missing features, some had been gutted by debris, but all were looking at her with silent accusation. Why was she still alive when they were snuffed out with no warning?

Tess slumped in defeat and let despair wash through her. Her life was going to be short and judging by the comments of the medical staff, unpleasant.

With nothing to distract her, Tess thought back to the events that had brought her here. Her talent for languages and fascination for trade records earned her a place in the Volunteer ranks on Terra. Her family was proud and quite happy to have her in such a prestigious position. She had never been happy just plodding along day by day.

There had been tears when she had boarded the shuttle to the Alliance ship, but they were happy tears. She swore to them that she would stay safe and frankly, entering the Alliance as an academic, she really didn't see that much of a possibility for peril.

Apparently, she was wrong.

When the opportunity for the position in Barco had arisen, she had jumped at the chance to have access to the Nyal archives. Few, if any, linguists had had a chance to investigate the ancient trade documents. She had been on a short list of five who were considered for the position. Tess said yes and here she was.

Why hadn't she taken the posting on Azon? Tess kicked herself mentally as she lay trapped in the pod. She could have been mated to a nice researcher by now and living in a modest home on Azon or one of its colonies.

Well, hindsight was always 20/20.

A light flicked on in the storage area where they were keeping her and she put her bleeding hands up in front of her eyes. She guessed that she had been in the tube for nine hours or so, based on how hungry she was.

"He wants to see you. Now." The medical officer stroked the keys on the side of her pod and she was moving.

Rolling through hallways filled with light burned Tess's eyes. The cuts that the shards had left behind had swollen her lids so that they only opened to slits. Her pod was a clear plexi on the exterior, heat and air were the only things that were built in and those units were under her feet. She was completely exposed and didn't like it one bit.

At least she still had the shredded remains of her robe around her. It had allowed her that little bit of dignity before they dumped her in the pod for safekeeping. The slashes on her clothing barely allowed it to hold together, but it kept her from complete panic as they passed any number of horrific creatures in the hall that looked at her with unabashed curiosity. Some were recognizable species but most were not. The academic portion of her wondered what their species' names were and some were obvious blends. Her mind whirled with the possibilities of researching those races.

They paused in front of two giant doors and her escort tapped in a code to open them. A light blazed to life, illuminating the doorway and a few feet inside it. "Here we are. I will be back to collect your pod in two hours if you are still alive." The officer was very matter of fact as he shoved her though the doors and closed them behind her.

Shadows surrounded her pod, caressing and gently exploring. She realized that they were physical when they managed to open her pod. The hiss of air as it opened made her whimper in fear. The dark tendrils were different from the natural darkness, more solid somehow.

Welcome, little one. The shadows surrounded her, warm black velvet on her sensitive and abused skin. They lifted her from the pod and cradled her gently as they transported her into the heart of the darkness.

Terror was fighting with the comfort she felt at the calming touch. "What are you?"

I am Vere of Admar. Those here call me the shadow.

"Admar? Isn't that the elf world?"

So your species called us over a thousand years ago.

She was floated into the presence of two burning red eyes in a sea of darkness.

You were injured?

"Yes. But your demand for my presence saved me from getting my arms and legs blown off."

"Soorn."

The sound of his voice shook her. It stroked parts of her that he could not touch through her clothing.

"Yes. That's what they said his name was."

"I have requested him as my next opponent, but I doubt that they will let me have him." Shadows stroked her hair and she sighed in relaxation.

His gentleness was almost her undoing. Tears started to form and only a sharp inhalation of breath stopped them from falling.

His shadows pulled her to him and she floated into his arms. For now, she was safe.

She let him hold her like a child, cradled in his arms. She lifted her hand and pulled a handful of his hair over one shoulder, surprised that it was bright white. "How did you get here?"

"The Admaryn have portals to hundreds of worlds, all hidden underground. We don't travel well in ships, so we developed an alternate form of transport. We used the power from our world to move between them." He didn't pull his hair from her grasp but let her continue to examine its texture.

"Do they know all of this?"

"No, and I will have to take your memory of this information before you leave, or they will take it from you." His fingers stroked her cheek. "I will be gentle with your mind. I promise."

"That was you, speaking in my mind when I first came in here, wasn't it?"

"It was. It is easier for me to communicate that way sometimes--through the touch of the shadows."

Vere brushed his lips against her forehead, a soothing warmth flowed from everywhere he touched her. Her cheek blazed with sensation as he touched it, the trail of his fingers lighting the way down her neck until she shivered with a heat that was not localized above the waist.

Curious, she lifted her lips to touch his and the blaze that kicked through her at the innocent touch took her breath away. She cupped his cheek with her hand, stroking the hard line of his jaw while she leaned up for another kiss.

This time, she flicked her tongue out to taste him and his answering groan and the tangling of his hands in her hair proved that her little exploration was welcomed. When she tried to pull back, he fought her, but only for an instant before he let her go.

"Wow."

"Indeed. It's nice to know that my instincts did not fail me." He smiled at her and the heat in his deep red eyes burned into her soul, lighting her from within.

To cover her pounding heart, she smiled, "Instinct?"

"I have been asleep for a very long time. When you passed Admar, my cold sleep ended and I woke with one purpose."

"Which was?"

"To find you."

The light kiss on her nose made her giggle for an instant before she remembered where she was and how she had arrived there.

Flashes of memory ran through her--the wave of debris coming toward her, hiding under a desk and watching shelving cut a colleague in two just inches from her face. Her mind filled with images and she lay in Vere's arms, shaking and sobbing.

"It's over. You survived and there is nothing wrong with that. But our time together is growing short. I am going to touch your mind now. Relax and let the feelings wash over you."

She didn't have time to fight his mental caress. In seconds, she was lost in warm, soothing darkness.

He opened the door to the room as the end of the hallway and closed it again. "Ah, there you are, you naughty boy," he said. "I hear you gave the guards a hard time."

"Forgive me if I don't grieve."

"Have you thought about my proposition?"

"I already told you. I don't make deals."

"That's too bad." Robert started to undress.

Dylan narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking off my clothes, then I plan to take off yours."

"Over my dead body."

"It won't come to that, beautiful, because I've figured this out. It's a dream."

"This is no damn dream," he started to struggle. "And you won't touch me."

Robert undid his pants and took them down. He noticed that Dylan avoided looking at him. He walked over and took his chin between his fingers. "Oh if those eyes could kill, I'd be dead." He laughed. "Except," he said softly as he moved his other hand down in between Dylan's thighs and pressed it against his groin, "no one can die in this dream."

"Dirty son of a…" He sputtered.

"Oh my," Robert grinned, undoing the zipper on Dylan's army fatigues. "What a nice cock you have there, little boy…or I should say," he took the pants in both hands and yanked them down. He rubbed the bulge through the underwear, then stripped them down as well.

Dylan was livid. He thrashed his body in anger, which of course made it all the more exciting.

"Look what you've done to my cock," Robert said.

"If I was loose, you wouldn't want to see what I could do to your…"

"Oh come on, Dylan," Robert said, reaching out and holding onto Dylan's cock. "Relax. I only want to give you pleasure, no pain. My God, but how big is it?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh, you will. Don't worry. I'd guess it was nine inches…ten hard, and uncut. Beautiful. They got it right, right down to that part. It's amazing. I want to see your chest." He slowly undid the buttons on Dylan's shirt.

Dylan's chest heaved a little as he glared down at him.

Robert spread his shirt open, then moved around back and ripped it up the middle.

Dylan swore under his breath.

Robert tore off his shirt, leaving only a scrap of material around his arms. "I'll cut that off later. He moved back around him again. "Nice tone, great nipples, stiff, too. Are your nipples always erect like that? You know what I notice? Your cock is stiffening. Maybe you like me a little?"

Dylan wasn't talking. He was only glaring.

"Ever had anything in your ass?" He moved around again, slapped one of the hard cheeks. "We call this a bubble butt, perfectly round, hard, so fuckable."

"God damn you," he swore, trying to look behind him.

"Eyes front forward, soldier." He laughed. "Now, where are those scissors? And there must be lots of toys around here somewhere."

Robert glanced over at the table. There was a pair of scissors and a whole box of fun stuff. He walked over and picked up the scissors. "What a great place. You think things and they appear. Now stand still, baby, I don't want to nick that beautiful body of yours." Robert bent down and cut through his pants and underwear in the middle, then he cut through the legs and threw them aside. Next he clipped off the shirt from around Dylan's broad shoulders.

"Still in a bad mood?" he asked, peering at him with a smile. He ran his hand over his cock, cupped his balls. Dylan's body reacted. Robert lapped at one nipple, then the other, twirling his tongue around, biting them gently, and he heard him utter a little sound in his throat.

Robert stood back. He smiled at him. "Let's go see what I got in the box." He took out one item at a time, holding it up, showing it to Dylan. "Nipple clamps, delicious on your nubs, love the little gold chain. Butt plug, cock ring, gawd…look at this huge monster of a cock toy!"

"You're not sticking that into me."

"Honey," Robert walked over with a couple of items in his hand. "That's just the thing. This is my dream and you, you big hunk of man with the most beautiful body I've even seen, are mine to play with. I'll do what ever I want, without consequence. This isn't real."

"I assure you, it is real," he said looking right at him. "And when I get loose from here, you'll pay."

"Oh God, I hope so." He licked his lips. "If paying means being your sex slave, I'm more than ready. But first, I must do my duty and train you. And if you don't please me, you're going to be on your knees to every weirdo who comes through here with his gold, you got it?"

He didn't reply.

"So we understand each other. Now," he smacked his lips, "I'm going to oil you down with this. You'll look gorgeous and it will make it easier to slip things on." Robert laid down the few items he had and sprayed some oil on his hands. He looked at the bottle. "Says this stuff makes you horny. Let's see if it can soften your hard skin." He placed his palms on Dylan's chest and rubbed, paying special attention to his nipples. He rubbed it around each muscle, across the waves of his stomach, then knelt to oil his cock and his balls.

Robert was satisfied to see Dylan's body trembling as he rubbed the oil into his thighs, his calves, his feet, then moved to the back to do his shoulders and down his spine. He put some more on his hands and massaged his luscious globes of his ass, then opened him up, pushed him forward and poured some onto his anus. His finger slipped inside easily and Dylan groaned.

Robert grabbed his hair, pulled his head backward and inserted his finger deeper into his ass. Releasing the hair, he reached around and massaged his oily dick, now twice the size. "God," Robert breathed. "It's got to be at least ten inches, and thick. What a cock."

Dylan's body was in motion. Robert smiled. He turned his head and kissed his lips and Dylan opened his mouth and melted his tongue with Robert.

Robert moaned now, too, letting one of his hands slide all over Dylan's slippery muscles while he fucked Dylan's ass with two of his fingers. "You like that?" he murmured against Dylan's mouth.

Dylan didn't answer, but his cock spoke volumes.

He pulled the car into a parking lot just on the corner and I hung back, waiting. I could hear the music blaring out of this rather small bar, with the flashing sign that was all but burnt out. "The Stud," I muttered. I'd heard about that place. I snapped my fingers and grinned. "Got 'cha."

The Stud was a well-known gay bar, but Peter always told me it was for old queens. Well, Professor Troy Cole was no old queen.

I peddled up to the place and dumped my bike beside the wall in the parking lot. If someone stole it, so be it. I was so hyped by that time, I didn't give a damn. All I cared about was that Troy Cole was gay, and he was inside that bar right now, not in the classroom lecturing on sexuality.

I smoothed my dark hair back and swung open the door. I wished suddenly I'd dressed better, wore tighter jeans, but it was too late now.

I was immediately bombarded by some tune from the nineties as I entered the large room whose bar took up three quarters of the place. There was a jukebox and about twenty tables scattered around. In the back was a pool table where a few guys were racking them up. And off to the side, I saw a sign marked Private Area, and beside that the bathroom.

Immediately, some really ugly guy with no teeth came up to me and grabbed my ass. "Get lost," I told him and explored the room, looking for any sight of him. I smiled with relief when I saw him walk out of the bathroom. He didn't see me. He walked over to the bar and sat down, talking to the bartender, who was built like a wrestler. They were both laughing when I approached.

The bartender glanced at me. "Hey there, little boy," he said.

Troy Cole turned to glance at me. His eyes widened a bit. "Mark?"

I was pleased he remembered my name. "Hello, Troy."

"You know this kid?" the bartender asked.

"Troy?" he repeated. He didn't bother answering the bartender, who was suddenly called over by some skinny guy on the other side of the bar.

"Hope you don't mind."

"I do actually. And what are you doing here?" He looked annoyed.

I fidgeted a little, entwining my fingers. "Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?"

"Try again." His gaze penetrated mine.

I licked my lips. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea. "I…okay, I followed you."

"You did what?" The annoyance had changed to anger.

"I thought that we could…" I stopped.

He was waiting, not intending to help me out at all.

Suddenly, that old ugly creep came over and clapped a hand on my thigh. "Hey, sweet meat," he blubbered. "I'd like to take you outside and fuck your sweet…"

I tried to push him off. He was persistent. "Go away. I'm not interested. Stop it."

Troy was standing now. He looked at the man, then reached over and removed his hand from my thigh. "He's with me," he said.

"Oh, okay, Troy, no problem." He put up his hand and walked away.

"Thanks."

Troy Cole took my arm and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, I'm taking you home."

The shower was running. He smiled. The thought of Ryan naked and wet in that shower excited him. His cock stiffened. He took off his jacket and threw it onto the bed. Then he hastily tore off the rest of his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor, which was not his style at all. He’d become such a slob since he’d moved in here with Ryan. He walked into the bathroom and moved the shower curtain aside. Ryan glanced at him as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. Darcy stepped into the shower with him. “Hi,” he said, looking him up and down. He licked his lips, not sure of the reception he was going to get.

“Hi,” he replied. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Darcy let his gaze travel down his chest to his cock, which was semi erect. “Yeah. I’m hungry. Hungry for you. I want you,” he breathed. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all the way home.”

“You are such a liar,” he accused, one side of his mouth lifting slightly. “You were wondering if I was pissed at you and that’s why you stayed so long in your stuffy office.”

Darcy felt his knees go weak.  He swallowed, his cock was so hard now it hurt. He looked into his eyes. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” Ryan backed against the tile. The warm water from the shower battered his nipples, hardening them, inviting Darcy’s touch, his lips.

“Angry at me?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Tell me what I can do to…ah…make it up to you?” Darcy smoothed his thumb over one of Ryan’s nipples.

“Give me a few minutes to think about it.” He reached behind Darcy’s head and dragged his mouth onto his, kissing him hotly.

Darcy moaned. He pinned Ryan against the wall with his chest. “Yes,” he murmured into his mouth. “Yes. Take me downstairs. Make me feel it. Make it hurt. I want you so much.”

Ryan pushed him away gently. “Will you beg for it?”

Darcy nodded with a grin.

Ryan narrowed his eyes. “On your knees?”

“If you want me to.” He gave him a little boy look.

“Take your shower and meet me downstairs, naked.”

Darcy saluted him.

Ryan chuckled and got out of the shower. “Don’t be too long.”

“Are you kidding?” Darcy scoffed, lifting his erection in his hand.

“Ah, naughty boy, none of that,” he wagged his finger at him.

“After I’ve made penance,” Darcy said, soaping his chest, “I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

“We’ll see,” Ryan replied on the way out of the bathroom.

“Tease,” Darcy whispered softly, his body tingling with anticipation.

The shower turned out to be a quick rinse. He dried himself quickly and bounded down two flights of stairs to the basement. 

Ryan was waiting. “It’s time to pay for your sins, little boy.”

“Oh, and I love to make retribution,” Darcy growled.

“Up on the table,” Ryan demanded with that expression on his face, the one he wore when they played these games, serious yet sensual.

Darcy sobered and got up onto the table. It was all in fun, but they each had to play their parts. It’s what made it such a turn on.  And it was even better now than before because Ryan knew exactly what he liked and yet he never ceased to surprise him, even push the limits a little. Never once had he not felt safe. He trusted Ryan explicitly.

Darcy shivered a little as Ryan came closer to him. He wore a pair of jean shorts, tight and sexy. Ryan knew that he felt even more vulnerable when he was naked and Ryan wasn’t. Ryan lifted his arm and ran his fingers up to one wrist and then the other as he fastened the cuffs around them. A larger strap drew both wrists together over his head. “Give it up, baby,” Ryan said softly, “give it all up. Surrender because there is no place for you to run.”

Darcy closed his eyes as Ryan lifted one leg into the manacle located slightly to the left side of the table about four feet in the air. He secured one ankle, then the other. It spread him out, open, exposed.

“Open your eyes,” Ryan told him. His voice was firm, commanding, but not at all harsh.

Darcy opened his eyes. He was trembling all over. Ryan ran a hand up the inside of his left thigh just to his balls. Darcy whimpered. He knew what was coming. Ryan stood there admiring him. “You know how wanton you look, how exposed?”

“Touch me.”

“I will,” he said softly, “all in good time.” He reached over and caressed his hair. “First, I need to increase your agony.” He produced a pair of nipple clamps. “Nice and tight. I don’t think your nipples are as stimulated as the rest of you.”

Darcy licked his lips. His chest heaved.

“Relax,” Ryan told him. He laid the nipple clamps on the table between Darcy’s open knees. He spread some sweet smelling lube on his fingers and moved closer. He pressed his mouth against Darcy’s for a few seconds and kissed him passionately, then moved back. His gaze settled on Darcy’s nipples. He moved his oily fingers over both of them at the same time, pinching, pulling, flicking them hard between his thumbs and forefingers. Darcy’s cock jolted. “Um, baby, that feels…”

“Shush,” Ryan said. “Don’t talk. Just feel it. Feel it right to your balls and know that I’m in control. I can do anything I want to you, anything that would bring me pleasure. It pleases me to see your nipples hard and stiff like that.”

Darcy felt the pinch of the clamp chomp down on his left nipple. He licked his lip. Without warning, Ryan clipped the right nipple. It stung beautifully, burnt a little as Ryan pulled on one with his teeth. “Oh yeah,” Darcy managed.

“We don’t want you coming too fast, baby,” Ryan said. “You’re already leaking. Here, let’s wrap up that luscious cock of yours.”

Stanton blocked his way. Anton suddenly felt himself hypnotised by those blue eyes. Stanton placed a hand on his forearm. "We just want to make it good for you, that's all. No pressure. If at any time, there's something you don't want to do, just say no."

"Those are not the rules, Stanton," the guy with him added.

"Those are the new rules," Stanton replied, his gaze locking with Anton. "Now," he said softly to Anton, "you'll feel more comfortable, and not at all responsible if we just do this," he said, reaching out his hand to his companion who handed him a pair of handcuffs.

"What…what's that?" Anton managed. "You're not going to--"

"Listen baby," Stanton said softly, "we won't hurt you. It's the initiation process. Frederic, you remember," he said.

"Yes, Stanton," he said. "I loved it."

"Do you want to be part of the gang, or not, Anton?" Stanton demanded.

"What happens once I'm…cuffed?"

"You have to trust us," the other one smirked.

"Have I introduced you to Russ?" Stanton enquired.

"No," Anton swallowed.

"Russ, Anton, my new roommate. The others are waiting? Are you going to wimp out or not?"

Anton sucked in some breath then, shook his head.

"Okay, Frederic gets to prepare you tonight."

"Oh thank you, Stanton, thank you," he said.

"You know the drill. When he's ready, handcuff him, hands over the head, and bring him forth."

"Yes, Stanton," he said, rushing over to the bag Russ had left on the floor.

After Stanton and Russ had left, Anton turned to Frederic. "Was this a set up?"

"Not really," he said, searching in the bag. "It's common practise with newbies. Don't worry, you'll love it, really. Okay, now take off your clothes."

Anton slowly took off his clothes. He stood there, shivering a little, his hands self consciously hiding his genitals.

Frederic laughed. "Hey, you'll have to get over that. You'll be on display."

"How many others are we talking about?" Anton asked as Frederic moved his hands away.

"Wow," he said, "you're hung. Nice ass, too. You'll be a hit. You're gorgeous, Anton, no wonder Stanton wants you."

"He…he does?"

"Oh yeah," Frederic said, spreading some oily stuff on his hands. "I see the way he looks at you." Frederic began to rub his hands on Anton's forearms. "Hands out to the sides. Come on, we have to be quick."

"So, how many others at this thing?" Anton asked again.

"Not many, just the inner circle, six or so. I'm usually not in the inner circle, but Stanton is rewarding me I guess."

Frederic began to massage the stuff into his chest, circling his nipples. It made his cock stiffen more. His hands moved over his belly then, Frederic licked his lips and worked the oil into his shaft. "I wish I could suck it," he whispered, "but Stanton would kill me. You're supposed to be hard."

"Oh, I'm hard." Anton blushed.

Frederic was still working his balls, moving his cock back and forth and seeming to enjoy the show. With a sigh, he moved down his legs then around back. He clutched his ass cheeks, massaged some more oil in there then spread his cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Anton protested.

"Oiling your hole, your love canyon, your…"

"Okay, okay, enough," Anton squirmed as Frederic's finger pushed the oil in deeper.

"Just your back to do. There," he said. "Okay," he went back to the bag, "cock ring, nipple clamps. Butt plug."

"What?" Anton gasped.

"They won't hurt. They just increase the sexual pressure and make the guys horny. Relax," he said, coming over with the clamps. "Okay, I have to pinch them, get them stiff. Puff your chest out. I don't want to rub off the oil. I'll just grab the nipple."

"Ouch," Anton said, watching as Frederic stiffened his left nipple, then clamped it.

"Now the right one," he said. "God, Anton, I could fuck you right here. You are so sweet."

"Ouch, God damn it," Anton shouted, as he pinched the second nipple in the clamp.

"See how sexy that is. The clamps are joined by that chain. Now, I'm going to attach it to this cock ring here and…"

Before Anton could protest, the cock ring was attached to the nipple clamp chain and slipped up onto his fully erect cock.

"I have to adjust it a little so it pulls on your tits deliciously, but not to cause too much pain. There," he said, tugging on it, "perfect."

Anton's only response was a moan.

"Now, the butt plug," he said. He moved around to the back of him. "Spread your legs. Oh baby, I'd love to be your slave. Yum. Okay," he pulled open his ass cheeks and began to wiggle an object between them. "It's well oiled. It will stretch you a little, get you ready."

Surrendering to her fervid arousal, Theresa filled her eyes with the image of her one true owner and likewise filled her mind with every deviant depraved thing he could do to her. The illicit onanism was even more succulent because of its covert nature. She was stealing her pleasure from right under his nose and should she be discovered she was sure he would be terribly vicious in his retribution. He might even render her forcibly chaste with some nasty Dregakk device. The notion of applied chastity that she could not defeat was almost appealing to Theresa and she danced her latex-smothered fingertips to her clit. Only Eldral could take her in such a state. She would be his and his alone, her pussy kept sealed and reserved for his cock alone. She would not be able to touch herself, would have her own pleasure taken away and meted out as he saw fit.