Chapter Seven #2
Phil laughed, with Marty joining in and Terry’s nerves eased even more.
Marco had already helped him feel comfortable and now he could sense everyone around him relaxing, the camaraderie obvious.
While the fantasy appeal of being spanked or fucked in front of strangers still resonated with him, for his first time exploring the world of exhibitionism, he was glad he’d be with people he knew and liked.
Terry and Marco served the men while Gerard shared an anecdote from a club in Berlin that he’d once attended.
Apparently, that was where he’d met Marty.
Terry was surprised to learn they went back as far as they did, almost a decade.
But it wasn’t until recently they’d gotten in touch again.
Marty had been honorably discharged after an injury and he’d looked Gerard up when he’d returned stateside.
Terry kneeled next to Phil again once he’d verified along with Marco that everyone had been served properly.
Phil tipped his chin up with one finger and offered him a cracker loaded with herbed cream cheese, a small shrimp and some sort of vegetable garnish.
Whatever the hell it was, it tasted awesome.
As the Doms continued to talk, Phil fed Terry, occasionally offering him a sip of sparkling water in between bites.
Gradually, the topic of conversation became less mundane, and more interesting.
“Then,” Gerard continued on from another story he’d been telling, “the Master who showed up the night of the Shibari demo not only suspended three helpless subs restrained in an elaborate pattern of rope from the ceiling, but he fucked each one in turn and came all three times!”
“Did he make the boys come too?” Marty chuckled.
“Oh my, yes.” Gerard chuckled as well. “Quite messily and noisily.”
Marty roared. “I’m willing to bet it got pretty noisy and messy in the audience too.”
All three men fell into more laughter and Terry tried not to keep nudging the plug inside his ass so that it pegged him.
It was annoying as fuck. It was his first time wearing the leather pants and he didn’t want to jizz all over them.
He wasn’t too keen on coming in his pants in front of everyone either.
The point was to do it when they were all playing, not from inadvertently wiggling the wrong way on the damn plug.
Phil petted his head. “Someone enjoyed that story.”
The room fell silent and Terry didn’t have to see anyone’s face to know they were all looking at him.
At my crotch. His erection would be obvious in the skin-tight pants.
His hard dick outlined by the buttery soft leather, begging for attention, for relief.
I wish the pants were off, that they were staring at my stiff cock leaking from how horny I am.
His thoughts only made matters worse. As he glanced over at Marco, he stifled a moan. Marco didn’t have to wish to be seen like that. He really was naked. And erect.
“I think it’s time we all went upstairs.” Gerard’s voice had a husky edge to it. “Bring your drinks in case you get thirsty.”
Phil stood and Terry winced as he did the same.
It felt as if his cock might snap in half.
He had to get out of the leather pants if only to get some room for his poor, crushed dick and sac.
Terry focused on Phil in front of him. Keep going forward, don’t think about anything else.
The staircase was wide enough that Marco was in tandem with him as he trailed behind Gerard.
Marco’s fingers brushed the back of Terry’s hand, startling him. He glanced sideways but Marco still faced forward. Did he do that by accident? It had seemed purposeful to Terry, but he couldn’t be sure.
They took a left at the top of the stairs, going down a long hallway until they reached an open door. As soon as Terry had cleared the threshold, Phil whispered next to his ear.
“Lift your eyes. I want you to see everything from now on.”
Terry did as he was told, holding in a gasp as he gazed around the room.
The lights had been dimmed, but several votive candles in decorative glass holders were scattered about on low tables.
The center of the large bedroom was open, but there was no carpet.
Instead, what reminded Terry of a gymnast’s mat covered the exposed area.
He moved forward to step on it, but Phil stayed him with a hand on his arm.
“Shoes off first.”
“Yes.” Gerard smiled at Terry. “While you and Marco were getting our refreshments ready, I explained to Phil what he could expect in terms of our play area.”
Terry’s heart jackhammered and he had to concentrate to keep his breathing from getting too out of control.
As he removed his boots, he took in the rest of his surroundings.
It wasn’t much different than the downstairs living room.
But the sofas faced each other on either side of the mat, and what reminded him of a masseuse’s table was at the far end of the room, horizontally aligned to the vertical direction of the couches.
As his eyes grew accustomed to the low light he noticed the covering over the sofas.
They were like sheets, dark in color. He trailed a finger over one and it felt like a vinyl fabric.
Interesting. They could come and use as much lube as they wanted, and Gerard wouldn’t need to worry about ruining his furniture.
It wasn’t something that had occurred to him before.
Then again, he’d never had sex in front of people in a private home before either, so there was that.
Marco and Gerard had been whispering back and forth to each other while Marty had padded over to the other side of the room then leaned against the table, but on its other side.
“Phil?” Gerard regarded him. “My boy has what is an unusual request coming from him, but it dances on the edge of both yours and my limits for this sort of play. However, I would allow it.”
Gerard had Terry’s complete attention, and he imagined he had Phil’s as well.
“Oh?” Phil’s eyebrows arched, his tone one of caution. “What is it?”
Gerard glanced between him and Phil and offered them both a smile. “Marco has taken a real liking to Terry, feels safe with him. He’d like to give your boy a kiss before we start, nothing more.”
Terry’s cock jumped even as a stab of guilt ran through him. Phil turned his gaze on him.
“Would you like to discuss this privately, or do you already know what you’d like to do?”
“Uh…” He hadn’t expected the first few seconds of their playtime to throw him off-kilter. He’d thought he’d at least have his pants off when he reached that point. “Sir? What do you think?”
“I think it would be unbelievably beautiful and erotic. It doesn’t violate the sharing limit as far as I’m concerned, but then again, we’ve never defined that as clearly as we probably should have. So, if you’re not sure, then just say, ‘No thank you’.”
Terry glanced over at Marco. His head was lowered and he was twisting his hands together. He seems so vulnerable.
“I’d love for Marco to kiss me.”
Marco snapped his head up, the joy on his face alone making Terry’s agreement to share the kiss worth it. But it was worth it for so many other reasons, too.
Gerard placed his hand on Marco’s back. “Go on, boy. Terry wants you to kiss him.”
Marco licked his lower lip as he stepped forward and Terry was painfully hard. When Marco reached him, he placed his hands on Terry’s shoulders, lifting his chin as he went up on his toes, offering his mouth to Terry.
Terry lowered his head, the first touch of Marco’s soft lips on his sending a jolt of arousal to the end of his dick.
Marco kissed him so gently it made Terry want to wrap him in an embrace.
Even as turned on as he was, he didn’t want to make love to Marco, he only wanted that with Phil.
But he couldn’t deny that he had the compulsion to hold and comfort the young man.
“Mmm.” Gerard’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Aren’t they stunning together?”
Phil let out a groan. “God, yes.”
With one tentative lick to Terry’s lower lip, Marco let go. He leaned in and whispered, “Thank you, Terry. I think you’re very nice.”
“Come here, boy.” Marco went to his Master, glancing at Terry over his shoulder before Gerard enfolded him in his arms. “Would it make you both more comfortable if I play with Marco first? I’ll make him come for you, he’s quite spectacular.”
Terry’s cheeks flushed hot. He wasn’t sure he’d survive the night, thought he might simply die from a lust overload.
“We’d enjoy that quite a bit.” Phil squeezed the back of Terry’s neck. “But my boy needs to strip first.”
Gerard smirked. “Yes, he’s definitely overdressed.”
Phil smacked Terry’s ass. “Clothes off. Now.”
Oh boy. Here we go. “Yes, Sir.”
He sort of choked on his last word, but recovered.
First, he unbuttoned the loose dress shirt he’d bought specially to wear with the leather pants.
He wasn’t ready for the vest or halter look quite yet.
The pants had been a big enough step for him.
Once he’d removed the shirt then hung it on the coat rack conveniently at hand, he grabbed the hem of his tank.
Right as he tugged it over his head, he happened to catch Marty’s eye, the doorman observing him with clear interest.
Shit. Forgot he was even here.
Terry’s nerves came back with a vengeance, and he struggled with the top snap of his pants.
Oh God. He popped it open then pulled on the zipper.
Fuck. He’d look like an idiot hopping and struggling and tugging on the tight as fuck leather wrapped around his legs.
He finally eased the zipper far enough down that he stood a decent chance of his junk not becoming permanently damaged by the metal enclosure.