Flashback

In The Loft – Book Three, James, Tate and Sebastian look back on some pivotal moments thanks to some archived CCTV camera footage.

 

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The next afternoon we set ourselves up in the basement with pizza and beer. James had already transferred all the files to a memory stick as Donovan had suggested so he inserted it into the USB port in the LG flatscreen.

“First weekend,” James murmured, clicking on the first .dvp file.

And suddenly there we were. I was transported back to that Friday evening as I watched Sebastian greet me at the door and lead me by the hand to the living room sofa. The image quality was actually pretty good. It was in colour and we could see everything pretty well. The only thing it didn’t have was sound.

“Jesus. Look how young we were!” I couldn’t help saying. I sidelined a glance at James. “Y’old pedophile.”

He laughed. “You were both legal.”

“Barely,” I said. “I mean, I was, but Sebastian looks like he’s about nineteen!” I’d been twenty-seven and Sebastian had been twenty-three or twenty-four, I couldn’t remember.

“That wasn’t even two years ago,” James said. “You’re being dramatic.”

Moi?

We continued and I was struck silent because I imagined James upstairs at the time watching this scene between Sebastian and me unfold on his laptop. No wonder he’d saved it.

In the video Sebastian undid my pants and bent to take my erect dick in his mouth as I tried to quell my pretty damn obvious excitement. We’d never even touched before this day and we were practically complete strangers. James had told Sebastian exactly what to do when I arrived.

I glanced at James. He met my gaze and smiled.

“See why I saved it? I could tell there was something special between you right from the start. But I had no idea at that time that it would take you away from me.”

We watched the scenes from that first weekend with rapt attention. Of course he didn’t have the shower scene. There wasn’t a camera in any of the bathrooms. I was somewhat relieved and a little bit disappointed.

When we came to the part in the loft with me tied to the bench and Sebastian on the cross with the dildo up his ass my breath caught.

“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that weekend.” James said softly. “It was the first time I’d ever had two subs to play with at the same time.”

“Shhh,” I said, leaning forward as I watched myself in the video crawl to Sebastian and take his cock in my mouth. By that time he’d been watching James play with me for a long time and he was ready to come. I watched, transfixed, as he shuddered and writhed, coming violently in my mouth. I saw the scene from an entirely different perspective. It was incredibly hot.

“That’s it,” James said as the movie finished. “What next?”

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Loft – Book Three, rough draft

The Second Coming

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When we got back to Michael’s I felt pretty tipsy from all the drinks I’d had. I tripped over the doormat and almost fell. He caught me.

“Easy…” he said. He unlocked the door and helped me inside. He closed it behind us and looked at me, assessing.

“What?” I said. A hearty belch escaped me. “’Scuse me.” I snorted, laughing at my own gracelessness.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to top me tonight.”

“Chickening out?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Just taking a rain check.” He helped me out of my boots as I leaned on him.

“S-sorry. It just caught up with me all of a sudden. S’been quite a day.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” He straightened up and I reached for his belt.

“Yeah, but I’m not ready to sleep yet…” I fumbled with his buckle.

He took off his jacket. “Jack, wait. Let’s get inside at least…” he pushed my hands away and walked into the living room, switching on some lamps.

“Michael,” I said calmly, still standing by the door. I gave him the sternest look I could manage in my slightly drunken state. “If your cock isn’t inside me in the next ten minutes I can’t be responsible for what I might do. If you don’t want me to top you tonight then whip out that huge motherfucker and do me for Christ’s fucking sake…”

He stared at me, his mouth open. His eyes burned with lust. He looked fierce, suddenly, and as eager as I. “You want to do it here or in the bedroom?”

I moved toward where he stood by the black leather armchair. “Fuck, Michael, I’m not gonna make it to the bedroom.”

When I got near enough, he grabbed me. He pulled me against him, kissing me with his own desperate need. I felt his huge cock pressed, hard as steel, against me.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away. He turned me roughly so I was facing the chair. “You want me to fuck you over this chair?” he said, his voice shaky but determined.

“Fuck, yeah…” I felt his hands on my flies, undoing my jeans and tugging them down.

He pushed me so that I fell forward onto the chair. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

My whole body shook with need as I waited breathlessly for his return. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. And I didn’t want him to be gentle.

He returned soon. He’d taken off his shirt and socks. His grey slacks had the belt open and the top button undone. I could see how fucking hard he was.

He put the condom and bottle of lube on the side table. I felt his hands on my back, pushing my shirt up. “Fuck you look good like this…”

I felt his lips on the skin of my back. His hands slid along my sides to my hips. It felt exquisite. “Shit…You’re running out of time, Michael.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t think you’re in any position to threaten me.” He slapped me hard on my ass, making me shout, “Jesus!”

His warm hand caressed my ass, soothing it. “Was that too hard?”

I shook my head frantically. “No, that was fucking perfect. Do it again.”

He did. I groaned and pounded the chair with my fist. “Oh, fuck!”

“You really like that, don’t you?” He spanked me again.

“Yes… yeah… oh fuck, Michael…” I heard his breath come harshly as he spanked me a few more times.

“Oh fuck…” he said, “This is so hot…”

My ass burned but the heat radiated through my body. My cock leaked and twitched in response to the slaps.

“You have to stop or I’m gonna come before you even start fucking me…” I moaned, my voice breathless and desperate.

He grabbed the condom and lube. Soon I felt his slippery fingers in my crack, readying me.

Suddenly, his hot breath caressed my ear. He whispered, “Come for me, beautiful boy…” and I lost it.

The orgasm screamed through me. I heard my cries as if someone else were making them. I floated and fell and shattered into pieces. My cock exploded and I yelled like a fucking girl.

“Jesus!” Michael exclaimed. He stilled deep inside me and found his own release, shaking and trembling against me, yelling and cursing unintelligibly.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever while I kept seeing stars and planets and fucking galaxies. When I came back to earth, I felt his weight on me. I felt his heart hammering in his chest, matching mine beat for fucking beat, and I had never felt so connected to another person. His hands rested on my hips, his sweaty cheek against my shoulder.

After a few minutes, he said. “What… what the fuck was that…”

I groaned as an aftershock of pleasure coursed through me. “I don’t know…” I started laughing. I couldn’t stop. I laughed so hard that tears started forming.

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Crush, MLR Press 2011

 

Red Rope and Gold Paint

*This scene takes place before a highly anticipated fetish party at La Petite Mort, a private club in Gatineau, Quebec.

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Nori pulled his phone from his pocket. “I have an idea for something. I ran it past Catherine and she liked it. Please tell me what you think?” He approached the three of us and showed us a photo on his phone of a naked man covered in gold paint with flecks of real gold leaf applied at various random points, bound with red rope. The effect was gorgeous.

“That looks amazing,” Sebastian said, looking up at Nori with appreciation. “Is that your work?”

Nori nodded. “Yes. I did it for an art show in Toronto.”

James nodded. “Very impressive. And I think it would be perfect for this evening. Do you have time to paint them both?”

“Lilly said she’d help. She’s done some body painting before. It shouldn’t take long. I’m thinking more of a scattered approach anyway. I don’t want them like gold statues — I want them to have brushstrokes of gold paint and gold leaf sort of haphazardly placed. And just a bit on their faces, like they weren’t worth the effort of a complete paint job because, well, they’re just slaves after all.”

James grinned. “Brilliant. I love it. I’ll go find Lilly if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

After James had gone, Nori turned to Sebastian and me. “I’d suggest you both empty your bladders now as you won’t have a chance again for while.”

Thirty minutes later, Sebastian and I stood in front of the large mirror while Nori and Lilly worked on turning us into living pieces of art. There was a chair between us so that we could hold onto if we needed to maintain our balance.

“That tickles,” I said to Lilly as she stroked the paintbrush across my buttock and down the back of my leg.

She giggled. “I’m so sorry. Well, not really. You have a lovely bottom.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m going to paint your penis soon. That will really tickle!”

“Dear God,” I said, glancing at Sebastian who stood still as a statue with a beatific smile on his face as Nori painted his chest and belly.

“He is very patient,” Lilly commented, bringing her paintbrush around in front of me.

“He can put up with a lot,” I said.

Lilly stared fixedly at my flaccid penis.

“What?” I asked, mortified.

“Well, it will be easier to paint if it is,” she giggled again, “you know, standing.”

Nori looked over with a subdued smile. “True. Perhaps your boyfriend can help.”

He lowered his paintbrush and before I really knew what was happening, Sebastian got on his knees in front of me, taking my soft cock between his lips. I gasped in surprise, the unexpected attention getting me hard quickly especially with the added bonus of being watched by Nori and Lilly.

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I looked down at Sebastian’s gold flecked face and thought of what the evening might have in store after our stint as the featured art piece. When he pulled off my prick stood at attention like a good little soldier and Lilly clapped her hands in delight.

“That is so much better! Try to stay still, okay?”

I tried. And I didn’t do too badly. It was pretty cute to see the look of concentration on her face as she wielded her paintbrush, gliding it along my erect penis from base to tip on all sides.

“We want this to be all gold, no?” She asked Nori.

“Good idea,” he said and proceeded to do the same to Sebastian’s cock which had behaved properly from the start. Sebastian was getting off on all of this.

The warm temperature of the room made the experience more pleasant than it might have been. When they finished they stepped back to look at us.

“Very nice!” Lilly commented. “They look beautiful!”

“Now the rope,” Nori said, all business.

“Ah yes, of course.” Lilly replied, bringing over the red ropes from James’ bag.

“I’ll do Sebastian first. Then Tate. Then we’ll have to get them into position out there.”

It took about twenty minutes for Nori to truss up Sebastian the way he wanted to, but boy did the kid look good when he was done. The red ropes criss-crossed his chest and abdomen, looped around his thighs and cock, and ran between his buttocks. James had decided against butt plugs for once.

Then it was my turn.

When Nori was finished I felt like a turkey ready for the oven. Until I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Fuck,” I said.

I didn’t feel like a turkey anymore. I felt like a captive Roman slave in the royal palace, prepared for the emperor’s delight.

We looked fantastic.

Nori checked his watch. “It’s eight thirty. Catherine said people will start arriving at nine. So, just enough time.”

A knock sounded and the door opened. James peeked in.

“I just wanted to see — Jesus Christ,” he said, coming into the room, his eyes roaming eagerly over the both of us. “If I didn’t have duties to fulfill — well, I mean, Christ.”

We’d rendered James Lucas speechless. It was a first.

I stood tall as he stared, his eyes wide and taking it all in. He smiled, letting his appreciation show, and then got back to business.

“They need ball gags and blindfolds,” he said.

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two (coming summer 2017)

Skate Lace

When we got home we went upstairs to change out of our skating gear. My jeans were still wet from a fall and I imagine James’ clothes were also damp.

As I was arranging my stuff on the back of a chair to dry James called down the hall. “There’s lots of room in the shower if you’d like to join me.”

How could I resist?

The ensuite shower in James’ master suite, as I’d quickly discovered in those early days, was very large. Plenty big enough for two. Engineered as a wet room, the double ended shower had no glass door or curtain. Lined with grey tile and equipped with bench, cubbies for shampoo and other items, and state of the art rain shower heads, it was like being at a private spa.

“In you go,” James said, turning on one of the showerheads and directing me to stand underneath it. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk out the door with some trepidation. He was naked, like I was, so I didn’t think he’d go far. But I was always a bit nervous when James did something unexpected. The guy was a virtuoso when it came to sexual game playing.

Sure enough, he came back into the bathroom carrying one of my skates.

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“What the hell are you gonna do with that?” I asked, starting to feel very worried. I’d just had the blades sharpened.

James gave me a sly look and laid the skate on the bathroom counter. Then he began to very slowly pull the lace out of it, glancing at me with mysterious intent as he did so.

What was he planning? I shook the water out of my eyes and continued to wash myself as he extracted the dirty white lace from the skate boot.

When he had it free he balled it up in his fist and joined me in the shower, luckily leaving the skate itself on the bathroom counter.

He came under the hot water with me and immediately captured my lips with his, kissing me with passion. Then he pulled back.

He held out his fist and opened it so that the black skate lace unfurled from its anchor point between his fingers.

I glanced at him, wondering at his plans.

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He held it under the water, wetting it thoroughly, and began to glide it over my skin, starting at my neck and shoulders but moving ever so slowly downward.

It felt like a tiny wet snake or sea creature caressing me. I closed my eyes to enjoy it even more, not knowing where it would land next. He took his time, sliding it over my wet buttocks, up my abdomen, over my shoulder, giving my skin the occasional soft kiss in its wake.

This was James’ skill. Taking something as simple and innocent as the lace from an old pair of skates and turning it into an implement of erotic seduction.

Finally, after teasing me for a very long time, he reached down and deftly tied the wet lace around the base of my erection, behind my balls, where it became the perfect makeshift cock ring.

“That will teach you to make fun of my skating skills.”

My chest moved with fast breaths as I stared at him, desire flaming. “Yes, Sir.”

He took the long end of the lace and wound it over and around the top of my balls, pushing the testicles down so that they ached with tension. He secured it somehow so that my junk was trussed like a stuffed piglet. It hurt, but in a good way – as usual. There were safety scissors in the bathroom vanity. There were safety scissors in every room of the house because James never knew where he might be inspired to tie one, or both, of us up.

“That will keep you quiet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Reach up and hold onto the shower head.”

I did, my hands grasping the warm steel as the water coursed over my bent head and shoulders.

“Good boy.”

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two, coming summer 2017

Excerpt #1 from Return to the Beach House

 

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Darrin Peters stared at the memo in front of him. Written there on the Peters & Mayhew Construction letterhead, in his office manager’s distinctly neat writing was the following simple phrase:

Please call Marco Zanetti at 1-902-749-4201 regarding renovations to the old house at Plover Point.

Marco Zanetti. Darrin hadn’t encountered that name in a very long time. For a second he wondered if it could be the same boy. Well, man. But the connection to the house at Plover Point left no doubt. It had to be him.

Darrin had heard through the Somerville grapevine that the lot had been purchased, but he’d never have guessed that the purchaser was Marco. And likely Sam Harris was a part of it.

Sam Harris. As far as Darrin knew they were still together. Had been together since that fateful afternoon.

Flashes of memory returned to him that were painful and pleasurable at once. It had been a hot summer day. They’d played a casual game of soccer with the other guys, and then he and Sam had convinced Marco to come with them to the beach. But Sam had planned this in advance and Darrin had agreed. He’d known what  might happen, since Sam had been interested in the soft-spoken introvert for some time. But, honestly, the idea of an afternoon threesome in the abandoned beach house had been entirely irresistible to Darrin’s hormone-addled brain at the time.

It was a good memory with a painful ending. He and Sam had introduced Marco to a whole world of physical pleasure amid the decaying wood and sea-salt smell of the house at Plover Point. They’d taken turns together, all three of them, until it was hard to know who was who anymore. Darrin remembered such a feeling of euphoria and excitement that he had never experienced before or since. But afterward, while he slept in a coma of contentment, Sam had told Marco of his strong feelings and Marco had succumbed to the invitation that presented itself.

Who could blame him? Sam in those days had been magnificent. Surfer blond sun-bleached hair, eyes the softest caramel, a perfect splatter of freckles on his nose and cheeks.

Darrin remembered other things too. The way Sam’s long cock looked all wet and glistening after Darrin sucked it, making the boy moan and whisper dirty things he wanted Darrin to do next. The way Sam’s musical laugh would bubble forth when Darrin’s intimate kisses tickled. The way Sam’s expressive face looked at the moment of orgasm.

Darrin cleared his throat as his cock swelled in his jeans. He shook his head, ridding it of those thoughts. That Sam was gone now. Grown older like the rest of them and living with Marco, he was inaccessible to Darrin and he might as well forget about the way things had been. It was ancient history.

He would like a general estimate on the cost of a full tear-down and rebuild.

Oh yeah? So they were going to do to the broken down shack what they’d done to Darrin that day? Losing Sam that way had been devastating, no matter how tough and uncaring he’d seemed on the outside. He’d gone to college with a broken heart and an aimless sense of his future. He’d had to rebuild himself from the ground up, forgetting the blond boy and figuring out what he was going to do for sex and love from now on. He’d figured out the first part all right, and fairly quickly too. But the second part still eluded him.

And now here was Marco, years later, contacting him for estimates. Well, contacting the company. He probably didn’t know that Darrin’s father had passed away, leaving Darrin in charge of the Peters portion of Peters & Mayhew Construction. He probably thought Darrin was long gone in some other direction.

His phone buzzed. “Yes, Melanie?”

“Your ten o’clock is here.”

“Thank you. Show them to the boardroom. I’ll be there shortly.”

Darrin pushed the note to the side of his desk and opened his laptop, checking to see who he was meeting with this morning so he could gather his thoughts.

 

Inspiration, January 29th

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We sat close together on his sofa and watched a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen; I was so hot for Chef Ramsay, it wasn’t funny. I wanted him to kiss me with that fuck hot dirty mouth of his and tell me what to do. I told Michael all of this. He cracked up. All of a sudden, I felt his arm slide around my shoulder. He kissed and licked my neck.
“Mmm, Jack…” I felt his hot breath on my ear. “I know I came home from
school with Amy, but I can’t help it… you are so freaking hot…” My dick turned to steel and my breath caught in my throat.
No fucking way…
“Michael,” I said, “What are you up to?”
He nuzzled into my neck. His hand rubbed over the front of my jeans. “Shhh, she’ll hear us…”
I laughed and shifted so I was facing him. He lifted his face from my neck. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Seriously? I’m supposed to believe you’re eighteen and after my virginity?”
He nodded, grinning wickedly. Suddenly, because of my own words and the look he gave me, I was so into it.
“Okay…” I said breathlessly.
He looked at me with excited eyes. “I want to kiss you… I know it’s wrong, but I want to.”
“Then kiss me,” I said.
His lips touched mine gently, tentatively, just as if he were only eighteen and afraid of his own desires. I opened my mouth slightly. His tongue slipped inside, making me moan. “Oh fuck…” he moaned, “My dick is so hard…” This time, his dirty talk sounded more sincere and natural. I was obviously a good influence on him.
I opened my mouth wider. He kissed me deeper, pressing his body against me so I had to lie back on the couch. “It’s okay,” I said quietly, “She’ll never know.”
He lay on top of me, still kissing me. I felt his erection dig into my leg. His hand found the buttons of my jeans and he had them open in moments. He pulled my dick out of my boxers and stroked it with his hand. “Mmm, you feel so much better than a girl…” he murmured. His hand squeezed and rubbed me eagerly.
I closed my eyes and thought of all the boys I’d wished would do this to me. I let myself pretend that Michael was one of them—eighteen, horny as shit and eager to touch me; desperate
to touch me.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. I lost myself in his eager kisses. I felt him rub himself against my leg. I reveled in the sensation of his hand on my cock…
“You’re fucking beautiful…” he said. “…so much hotter than Amy. So hot and smart and funny and your cock feels so good in my hand.”
I groaned and whimpered beneath him.
He stopped kissing me. He slid down my body until he kneeled on the floor. He grabbed hold of my shirt in one hand and wrapped the other around my cock. He licked the tip of it again and again and again as I shivered and panted and moaned.
“Oh… fuck… put it in your mouth… I swear you’ll like it,” I murmured.
He looked up at me then. His blue eyes shone with mischief. I could totally imagine him as an eighteen-year-old boy seducing me in my parents’ house. “Will you like it?”
I nodded frantically. He bent to my cock, circling the tip with his tongue before engulfing it in his warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck, yeah… Oh, fuck!” I bit my lip and grabbed his hand that was entwined in my shirt. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hot, wet mouth. I groaned and swore as he sucked me better than any eighteen-year-old boy ever could.
For the next several minutes, he sucked, licked and stroked my aching cock as I lay on the couch. He banished all the demons of my adolescence with one very skillful and heartfelt blowjob. By the time I finally came, calling out his name and holding onto his hand for dear life, it was more than just a physical release. Almost ten years of resentment and anger and injustice poured out of me. He gladly took it all. I fucking loved him so much.

~ Jack and Michael from The Crush by Elizabeth Lister

Inspiration, November 19

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“I want you upstairs,” I explained breathlessly. “And I am not letting you out of these fucking boots.” I finished doing up one boot and bent to kiss it before tying the other one.
“You look really hot down there,” he murmured, watching as I finished the other one. I kissed it as well. I pushed myself up and kissed him quickly, grabbing his hand. “Come on…”

~ Martin and Jeremy in Exposure, by Elizabeth Lister.

Excerpt, November 10

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The next day at work I demonstrated a complete lack of concentration, so distracted by the knowledge that I would be meeting with James that evening to discuss the technicalities of our kinky weekend. I hadn’t been in James’ home since that afternoon many months ago. I wondered if this would be just a sit down interview, or if he’d want to get a feel for my limits again?

~ Elizabeth Lister, Beyond the Edge