Gabe is a man on a mission as we walk up to mystery door number one. The bouncer doesn’t even say word, opening the door, then closing it quickly behind us. Bouncer number two mimics him.
When we go into the main room where the couples on display have already begun, he leads me directly to the bar where he orders us drinks. The moment the bartender walks away, Gabe finally breaks. His hold on my neck is painful—I release a hiss—only somewhat loosening when our tongues collide.
His free hand grabs my ass, holding me still when he shoves his hard cock against mine and grinds into me. I’m almostembarrassed by how loud I moan, until I remember where we are.
He suddenly pushes me back just enough for both of us to catch our breath, his forehead resting on mine. “Finish your drink, Bean.” He quickly glances at the crowd around the platform in the center of the room, then returning his gaze to the bar to finish his drink.
His restraint is almost palpable and only makes my dick painfully harder by the minute. I do as I’m told and down my drink, not wanting to wait any longer.
When I rub along his forearm, his gaze snaps back to mine. His blown-out pupils take my breath away, and it takes a second for me to wiggle my empty glass. He places both our glasses on the bar and we’re off, again. I’ve never seen him like this, and if I didn’t know him as well as I do, I’d be scared of what’s in store for me.
We walk down a maze of hallways, stopping near a closed door where he slides his access card. The light turns green, and he kisses me gently before opening the door, stepping aside for me to enter first.
There’s a circular stage in the center of the room, much like the one we watched the trio on the first time we were here. But as I look around this much larger one, I see multiple windows along the entire outer wall. I swallow the lump in my throat, now knowing we'll be on display for more people than I thought.
My dick jumps when Gabe presses his hard-on against me and whispers, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Speechless at the moment, I nod adamantly.
“Words, Ender.”
“Yes.” I force the words out. “Yes, I want this.”
He hums before saying, “Good boy.” He kisses my temple and gives a command that sends shivers down my spine. “Now strip.”
I climb the two steps onto the stage, and as soon as I begin to unbutton my shirt, the lights turn on in the first room, quickly followed by the others. One-by-one, I see couples staring at us from behind their windows—a few rooms having three or four people in each. I wasn’t expecting to see all of them, and suddenly I’m very nervous. I make it a point to avoid all eye contact while I continued to undress.
Gabe is behind me the second my last piece of clothing hits the floor—his skin is warm against mine. I’m stunned when he grabs my cock and locks a cold steel ring around the base without even having eyes on it. “A perfect fit,” he says as he cups my balls, slowly gliding his hand up and over the ring, stroking up my shaft until he palms the head. I wince when he gives it a hard squeeze. “On the bed.”
I move onto the oversized bed on all fours, then feel his palms on the small of my back, smoothing up my spine to my shoulders, pushing them to the mattress. Gabe moves around the circular bed, stopping in front of me with his cock just above my face. I want to reach up and wrap my mouth around it—deep-throating him until he comes—but I know he has other plans. When he bends down in front of me and pulls leather straps from under the bed, clasping the attached cuffs onto my wrists splayed out in front of me, I have second thoughts for the briefest moment.
Once they are on tight, his eyes turn soft. “Last chance. Are you okay with this, Bean?”
“Yes. I trust you.”
His knuckles lovingly skate across my cheek, and he asks, “Safe word?”
I don’t even need to think twice. “Kyle.” His eyes tell me all I need to know—he understands.
Gabe’s lips are hard against mine before he pulls away, returning his attention to my ass where he taps a few timeson the plug he had me wear all day today. I shake a little in appreciation—he returns the sentiment by taking a chunk of my ass cheek between his teeth, biting down hard.
“Fuck,” I mutter through clenched teeth, trying to suppress the painful cry—any complaints would only end with a punishment. He begins to play with the plug in my ass, twisting and pumping it into me. With my lips firmly closed, I take short breaths through my nose in an attempt to not make any noise.
“Ender.” Gabe’s commanding voice has me looking over my shoulder at him. “Let go.” His intention is clear, and I oblige when he pulls the plug out without warning.
The abrupt feeling of emptiness in my gaping hole subsides, and a wave of pleasure goes up my spine. I don’t bother stifling my reaction this time, and a growl makes its way out of the back of my throat, morphing into a strained moan. When I open my eyes, I see a few of the onlookers have already begun to explore each other, and it’s unexpectedly…arousing.
Gabe spreads me wide and begins licking me from my balls all the way to my hole, and I feel the precum already leaking from me. I hear him spit and feel the slickness on my hole just before he pushes his tongue inside me, followed by his thumb, using both to stretch me even more. My body feels like it’s on fire and I can’t help but rock back into him—needing everything he has to give me.
I make eye contact with a redhead around my age in one of the rooms with an older man. He is in the same position as me, and the unrestrained lust on his face makes me want to let go even more. As I look from room to room, I see everyone enjoying this as much as I am.
I jerk forward when Gabe’s tongue leaves his thumb lonely and he begins to bite me along my cheeks and down the back of my thighs, no doubt leaving marks. He makes his way to my sack, grazing his teeth along them, before he finds the cock ringand tugs on it with his teeth at this same time his thumb rubs over my prostate. I white-knuckle my restraints, crying out, and faintly hearing others around us through the glass.
My body reacts to every sensation from Gabe’s touch, every sound and facial expression of pleasure around us—I feel like a volcano ready to explode and he hasn’t even started fucking me yet. Until a couple months ago, no one had touched me like this in years. The cock ring is the only thing saving me from embarrassment by coming before he even gets inside me.
Before I even catch my breath, Gabe is gone. I frantically look around to find him, missing his hands on my skin. He appears a few seconds later, walking back toward the platform with a small black duffle bag in his hand. I rest my forehead back on the bed and wait for him to reveal what’s in the bag.
My eyes dart under me, between my legs, when I feel something soft brush against my balls. Gabe is holding a folded silk belt and grazes it across my cockhead to the base and over my balls again, then let’s unravel—it’s wider than it looked. He begins trailing the silk across every inch of my skin, occasionally letting it glide through my crease. The silky softness on my balls and hole, gives me the shivers, making my dick ache even more.
