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

Not the typical dungeon…

…that you would expect—dark and dimly lit and filled with frightening implements. The airy space gave forth a different vibe. The two uncovered windows looked out from the second floor room onto open fields at the back. Natural light shone in through a skylight in the middle of the ceiling, illuminating everything.

Beyond the Edge, Chapter One

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