Chapter 29
Arnie
“What do you say we put on a little show in one of the red rooms, blondie,” I growl against his ear as I wrap my arm around his waist.
He turns to me, glassy-eyed with lust, and nods.
“Colour, Jamie.”
“Green, A. Green.”
“Good boy. Follow me. Anytime you need to stop, you just say red. This is all new. Do you mind people you know watching?” That makes him pause. He worries his lower lip as he looks at the ground. Indecision, obviously the culprit.
“Uh, who?”
“Possibly Simmons, maybe Mags and Gerry.”
“Maybe Simmons? But I haven’t really met the other two,” he confesses.
“Thank you for your honesty, Jamie. I will let them know, okay? Why don’t you go into the room and have a look around. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
He nods, looking a little more relaxed. I grab him for a quick kiss, then pass him the key fob for the room.
I quickly find Mags and Gerry lounging with an Asian couple.
They are kissing passionately on the table in front of my best friend and his husband.
I signal to him not to come to our room, and he shoo’s me away, never taking his eyes off his entertainment for the night.
Chuckling, I continue my search for Simmons.
I had heard he was possibly with Freddie tonight.
That could be fun. Perhaps he and Jamie could get acquainted at some point.
Wandering, I can’t seem to find him, so decide to go back to the room.
My kinky little boyfriend, I think as I make my way through the throng of people. I didn’t think exhibitionism was a kink he had, but then, he is so new to this world. It was my job to help him do it safely. Even more so now that I was about to claim him here.
Returning to the room, Jamie is sitting on the edge of the large four-poster bed that sits directly in line with the viewing window. Dark burgundy with black flooring decorates the room. The bedding matches the floor.
Jamie is rummaging in the bedside drawer when he turns to catch me making a move for him. I press my lips to his, grabbing him by the nape, moving us so he straddles me.
“Mmm,” he moans against my mouth as he slowly grinds his hips down to meet mine. I grab his wrists, pulling them tight behind his back, which earns me another delicious groan. Lost to pleasure, he begins grinding faster to chase more of it.
“Naughty boy. Ready to put on a show? Simmons is around, but I didn’t see him.
You might not get your wish, for your old professor to catch you being a little slut,” I growl into his ear.
Jamie is panting hard against me. His cock rock solid now against my stomach.
There was no denying this boy has a kink for dirty talk.
“Everything off bar the boots, blondie. Then into position.” He takes a second in his lustful state to register my command, but then he is off me and stripping.
“So smooth,” I say as I run my fingertips all over his chest and down to where his legs meet.
He shivers but stands with his hands on his head, feet shoulder-width apart, like we had discussed beforehand about how he should present when naked for me in a scene.
To let me get a full look at what is mine.
“Ready for my cock to fill you finally?” I ask as I circle him.
Like a predator ready to take its prey. I lick my lips as I tap his lower back, the signal for him to bend and grab his ankles.
He does so perfectly; his lithe dancing body bends so elegantly.
The glimmer from the plug catches my eye alongside the red boots.
It makes me throb in my pants as I rub my hands over his thick ass and down his muscle-ribboned thighs.
He breaks out in gooseflesh, so I do it again and again while adding small kisses to his most sensitive spots.
“Bed. On your back.” As he does that, I make my way over to the large cabinet on the wall to grab some supplies.
Lube, a condom, nipple clamps, and a spreader bar.
Just before closing the door, I notice a range of cock rings and a sharp thrill strangles my balls, so I grab it and head back to the bed.
“Give me a colour. There’s a gathering at the window now. Do we put on a show?” I check in one last time. This is our first time having penetrative sex. Unconventional for some, but it’s the perfect moment for us. Jamie knew I’d set him free if he trusted me, and oh boy, has he.
“I…yes. Green, sir.” My cock throbbed, and I strip before him, leaving only my harness on as I struggle with getting the cock ring into place.
The tightness floods blood into my cock, making the veins protrude more than usual.
I crawl up the bed where Jamie let his knees fall open, baring himself fully to me for the first time.
This was finally happening. My blondie. My Jamie.
“These will pinch, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.” I say as I place the clamps on his hard nipples. Another tremor and a nod tell me he’s already so far gone with lust.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, blondie. This time I’ll go soft on you, but next time, well, you’ll just have to wait and see what I have in store for you then,” I whisper as I dip my tongue into his ear.
“Please, A. I need you,” he begs as he slowly humps his hips upward.
I chuckle at his desperation. His leaking, throbbing, and apparent need for fulfillment spurs me on.
I remove the plug, then finger him with the lube before getting the condom on.
I get him into the spreader bar, then push his legs all the way back until he’s bent in half. Perks of having a dancer boyfriend.
“Turn your face to the left. Let them see who they’re watching.”
He slowly takes his gaze off me and turns, his grey eyes heavy and hooded.
His breathing picks up when he sees the gathered group of people watching.
Some touching each other, others kissing.
Simmons and his sub, Freddie, have arrived and are at the front.
The sub is kneeling, his cock is out, but he’s in full dress otherwise.
He has a cage on, and it’s leaking onto the floor as Simmons pets his head.
Spotting me looking, the professor throws me a wink.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Wait…I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, make as much noise as you like. They’re here for you after all,” I say as I throw my mouth back down onto his.
And then I’m sinking into his heat one inch at a time until I’m fully seated inside my boy.
My cock fits inside him so well. I want to say that I was created for his tight hole.
I drag myself back out slowly, making sure my piercings hit his prostate before plunging back in.
Introducing Jamie to his prostate has me eager to pound into him roughly and see if I can have him spurt all over himself.
Jamie is moaning, cock leaking, as I lick into his mouth.
Biting, licking, sucking, repeat. It’s wet and uncoordinated.
Slowly, I pick up the pace as Jamie fists the bedsheet.
He tries to match my thrusts as I pound into him.
His thighs are convulsing and he’s moaning so loudly, mumbling nonsense as I take from him what no one before me ever has.
Eying the clamps around his pinched buds, I pull slightly. His eyes flicker to mine, and then they are rolling back. “Arnie, oh my god, oh fuck — “ His hips buck, thighs tensing as he thrashes up.
Come pours from his untouched cock as I pound faster. God, he must have had a prostate orgasm. It flows and drips down his side onto the bed. I want to lick it off him. Taste him. Another time.
“Good blondie. Now get on your knees. I think you have another one in you,” I growl as I pull out of him and take off the clamps and bar.
He does as he’s told bit by bit; the orgasm leaving him a little out of it. I turn him so he is facing the crowd, kneeling back on his haunches. Behind him, I push into his heat again. One hand on his neck lightly, the other across his chest so he is upright and tight against me.
My brutal thrusts pick up again, his sweaty body blushing all over as he notices not just how exposed he is this way, but his professor watching front and centre.
The tiny spikes on my harness stab into his creamy skin with every thrust, and I know I won’t last much longer.
Nipping his ear, he turns to me for a kiss that’s messy and wet. Raw, primal and I fucking love it.
“You like being fucked in front of others, blondie?” I whisper into his ear. A nod and a whine are all I get as an answer.
“Now they all know you’re a slut too. Even your professor.
I wonder if he ever thought about your cock while you sat in his class.
” His breathing is ragged, and he’s leaking all over the bed, which makes me think he must be close again.
I just can’t help myself as I wrap my hand around him.
Pumping my fist in sync with my thrusts as I chase my release too.
“Filthy boy. I bet you’d love it if he brought that sub over to suck you off, wouldn’t you?
” A guttural moan I’ve never heard from him before chokes its way out of his throat, and then he’s coming a second time, shaking.
I push him into the mattress and pound into him.
I watch his hole as it stretches to accommodate me, and then I’m growling out my orgasm as I come deep inside him.
After a moment, I look up to see that everyone is gone.
Jamie is breathing heavily as he leans into me with his full weight relaxed.
I slip out of him, and once he’s able to, I help him into the shower that’s attached to the room.
We wash in silence, slow kisses between cleaning each other.
Whispering affections in his ear as I take my time to clean him all over.
Showering him with praise and telling him how much he matters to me.
I dry him off and get us dressed before asking if he wants to stay or go home.
He wants to stay, to meet Mags properly despite just having been fucked within an inch of his life.
We make our way back out to the bar area, fingers laced together as we head to the booth that Mags, Gerry, Simmons and his sub, Freddie, are sitting in. His sub on the floor again, kneeling on a black velvet cushion, sipping what looks like lemonade from a highball glass.
“Can I... uh...” Jamie trails off, looking unsure as we approach them.
“What is it? We can leave if this is all too much.”
“No, uh…can I kneel for you here too?”
Oh, my brave boy. My heart thumps in my chest as I nod, leading him to the seat at the opposite end of Simmons' boy.
“I will grab you a cushion and a drink. Go say hello before you kneel, blondie.”
He gives me a soft smile and goes over to say hi as I go to order drinks. When I make my way back, the group is laughing at something Jamie has said. He’s telling a story, hands flailing animatedly. He’s smiling, relaxed and confident. I know my friends will love him.
Change is happening, but it’s the positive kind. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Mags sees me and ushers me over, a wide grin on his face as he sides eyes Jamie. Oh God, this is going to be fun, I think, as I roll my eyes at him.
I place the cushion down, and Jamie thanks me for his drink before effortlessly sliding down to kneel beside me. I sit with my fingers trailing through his curls as I make conversation. There’s no judgement, no weirdness. Just acceptance, and it fills me with happiness.
I catch Freddie signalling to speak to Simmons, and he nods. “Can I speak with Arnie’s sub, please?” He asks in the most angelic voice, which I have the feeling is a complete act.
“Yes, if it’s okay with Arnie,” Simmons pulls on his lead till the boy is closer though, his eyes narrowing as he warns through gritted teeth, “but no funny business, Freddie. I mean it.” He realises him and goes back to our conversation once I agree Jamie may speak to Freddie.
We chat a while longer before I hear a commotion below me, and then Jamie’s hair is suddenly pulled from under my hand. Looking down, Jamie is on his back.
Freddie on top of him.
Kissing him.
Simmons pulls on the lead to get him off just as Jamie pushes him off forcefully.
“Didn’t I say no funny business? Get your ass to the purple rooms. Arnie, I think it’s only fair you dole out his punishment, hm?”
I barely hear what else Simmons is saying as I stare down at a swollen-lipped Jamie, stormy eyes glazed as he stares up at me, fingertips touching where Freddie’s mouth has just been.
Behind me, I can hear Mags clapping as Gerry laughs. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” Mags announces.
If the hard cock jutting out from Jamie’s skirt is any sign. Then I think this relationship just got a little more interesting.