Dom of Ages (25 page)

Eli took my shaft between his fingers and rubbed it gently, still holding on to the sound that emerged from the slit, rigid and silvery. “I’m actually massaging the sound through the walls of Jarod’s cock.” With a gleam in his eye, he tapped his index finger against the metal rod, and I groaned. The sensation felt like it went all the way inside my body. He slowly lifted and dropped the rod a few times, and I let my head roll back as it connected with my prostate. “Just that little bit of motion, that’s all it takes,” he said quietly. “You feel that?”

“God, yes,” I said weakly.

“Of course, you get a very interesting reaction if you apply a vibrator to the end of the sound once it’s fully inserted. Don’t you, pet?” He grinned, and I knew exactly what was going through his mind. I’d wanted to come so badly, and it just hadn’t been possible. As soon as the sound had been removed, however, it had been a different story. Eli glanced around, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Now where did I leave that vibrator?”

I shook my head.
Just wait until we’re alone.

Eli smiled. “Not this time.” Slowly, carefully, he pulled the rod free of my cock. I shuddered, and he stroked my dick, his mouth meeting mine. “So proud of you,” he murmured against my lips. I closed my eyes, surrendering to his kiss.

Then it was back to the task.

“Things to remember, before we go any further,” Eli told the gathered men. “Sharp pain, or a feeling of specific pain at the tip of the sound? That’s the cue to stop. And you can experiment with the angle of the cock as the sound passes the base and enters the body. Slowly rotating it can help to ease it in.” He gestured toward me. “Did you see that throughout that whole exercise, Jarod wasn’t fully erect?” There were nods from the audience. “The sound felt all right to him, just not great. You’ll know when you’re making your boy feel good, when you’re hitting the spot—he’ll be as hard as a rock.” He smiled. “So now I’m going to make my pet hard.”

My breathing quickened as he picked up the silicone sound, twitching it so it undulated.

“Why does that one feel better?” Elliott asked from the front row, leaning forward.

“It feels… good inside me,” I said after a moment. “When Sir jiggles it, the movement is different.”

“He loves it when I jiggle it,” Eli said, waggling his eyebrows. This was followed by a burst of laughter. It was only then that I realized how silent the room had been while he’d been demonstrating the sound. Eli held up the pale gray silicone rod so that everyone could see it, before catching my eye. “More Surgilube, pet.”

I squeezed out more lube onto his fingers, and then held the head of my dick steady while I dribbled lube into the slit. I stared at the opening, and suddenly I was laughing uncontrollably.

Eli followed my gaze, and then he, too, was laughing. He shook his head at me. “Now you
know
I’ll have to explain why we’re laughing like a pair of fools, don’t you, pet?”

I was too busy trying to stop laughing to say a word.

Eli sighed. “The reason my lovely pet here is in such a state, is because he’s remembering something I did last week.” He gave me a look that promised retribution and then faced the audience. “Okay, I was in the bedroom getting dressed, the radio was playing James Brown’s “I Feel Good,” and I… I
may
have made my dick sing along.”

There was a stunned silence.

Eli stared at them. “Oh, come
on
, don’t tell me you’ve never squeezed the head of your cock until it looked like a mouth and….”

That was when the laughter started. Doms and subs alike were bent over double, crying with laughter.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Eli was wiping his eyes. “It looks like this gaping, eyeless alien mouth!”

“Oh, please, stop,” Scott begged from Alex’s shoulders, which were shaking dangerously. “My sides are hurting.” Before he could topple from his perch, Alex lifted him off and set him down on the floor.

When the laughter had finally died down, Eli stared intently at me, a look that clearly said “this is all your fault.” His lips were still twitching, however. He cleared his throat. “Shall we continue?”

“Please,” Thomas said with a smile. “I think this is the most entertaining training session I’ve ever attended.” A chorus of agreements greeted his words.

I settled back into my chair and watched Eli twirl the end of the silicone rod through the lube on his fingertips. He brought it to my dick and carefully guided the end into my slit, turning it gently, letting the lube on its surface move slowly down inside me.

“That’s it,” Eli praised. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped out. Every little touch of his fingers to the length of silicone translated into a stimulus, making me squirm on my chair. Eli guided it lower, until maybe a couple of inches were left protruding. He gently rubbed one finger against the underside of my cock, a sensual massage that served to stimulate the rod. Eli held my dick and moved it from side to side, the gray pliant rod waving along with it. But with each sway, I could feel it, all the way down inside me.

The rod had a flat end, sitting on top of it like the head of a screw, and Eli placed his finger on it, tapping it a few times. The sensations ricocheting through my shaft had me groaning aloud. He rotated the rod until the end was flat against my slit, and then massaged my dick.

“Look at you,” Eli said, an edge of wonder in his voice. “Look how hard you are.”

Hard? My cock was like granite.

He cupped my balls, running his hand over my inner thighs and along the crease where they met my groin, the movement sensual and tender. “I can’t tell you enough times how good you look, taking this, for me. You make me so very proud.” Then, his fingers still resting on my dick, he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue dueling with mine as I gave way to the hunger that was burning me up inside. The kiss grew more heated, Eli moaning softly into my mouth, fingers flicking at my nipples, making me ache. I knew in that instant that once we were home again, it would be no holds barred. My arse clenched tight at the thought of what was to come.

I was going to be well and truly fucked.

“Ready?”

Eli’s whisper against my lips brought me into the present. I nodded, and slowly, so slowly, he pulled the silicone free of my rigid cock. I couldn’t help my reaction: I creamed over his fingers, pulse after long pulse of come, making me cry out with each wave of my orgasm that rolled over and through me, leaving me weak and trembling in its wake. Eli held me, his lips pressed to my hair, my cheeks, my neck, in soft, sweet kisses.

When it was over and my breathing had normalized, he regarded me with twinkling eyes. “Of course, you just came without permission, pet.”

I grinned at him. “Well, you’ll have to think of a suitable punishment, won’t you, Sir?”

That hot look in his eyes confirmed what I already knew. It was going to be a long night.

I winced and he nodded, knowingly. Eli faced our audience. “One thing to remember? Once you’ve removed the sounds, your boy will have an appointment with the bathroom.” He gestured with his head toward the door. “Go pee, pet.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, surging up from my chair. As I exited the group room, the swell of applause that echoed around it made me puff out my chest.

Eli was amazing.

Jarod

“SO WHEN
is Thomas’s birthday?” I asked Peter as we packed away the sounds and other equipment. Eli had gone to the bathroom, and I’d persuaded him to talk with Leo and Thomas after that. I wanted a chance to talk with Alex, Peter, and Scott.

“Not this weekend, the one after.” Peter cocked his head. “You
are
still going to be here with us, right?”

I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “I promised, didn’t I?” I’d be there to cheer them on. I gave a swift glance in the direction of the door. No sign of Eli. “Listen, it’s Eli’s birthday this Friday, and I’ve got a plan.”

“Ooh, spill!” Scott grinned.

“The thing is, I need your help. I’m going to take Eli out for dinner,” I told the subs. “I need to get something to wear, and…. God, this is stupid. I’m not sixteen anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“I had my first date with a boy when I was sixteen. I was a wreck.” I recalled it like it was yesterday. “My hands shook, and my stomach clenched. My mother had to help me pick out an outfit. Of course, it was all for nothing.”

“Why, what happened?” Alex perched on a nearby chair, his gaze focused on me.

“He thought he was going to get lucky. Wouldn’t have mattered what I wore, because he obviously figured he’d have me on my knees in the back row as soon as Mother dropped me off. He was all over me, pawing at me, telling me how much he wanted me. Of course, it didn’t go quite as he’d planned.” I chuckled.

“Oh? Do tell.” Peter sat next to Alex.

“My mother dropped me off outside the cinema, but what I hadn’t expected was that she’d parked the car and doubled back, following us into the cinema. So she saw my date and more importantly, what he was doing. She marched over, grabbed him by the ear and yanked him out of his seat. I swear, his howl of pain made every single head turn in our direction. Then very loudly, she proceeded to tell him about showing proper respect for your date. By the time she was done, she got a standing ovation from the audience, and that guy never spoke to me again.”

“Well, I don’t think Master Eli has to worry about getting lucky,” Peter said, and then he giggled. It was the sweetest sound.

“Definitely not,” I assured him. If all went well, I’d be lucky if I was able to walk the day after, but damn, it would be worth it.

“You could always ask your mother to drive you,
you
know, for nostalgia’s sake,” Alex offered, his eyes gleaming. That earned him a glare from me and a really good pinch from Scott. Alex huffed. “Well, I
was
gonna offer a suggestion for dinner, but if you’re going to be like that….”

I laughed. “Go on, then.”

“Why don’t you have dinner at Severino’s, where I work? I could get you a lovely table, candles, flowers….” His eyes were begging me. “Let me, Jarod, please? I’d love to do this for you.”

It was a nice thought. Then I had a brainwave. “Isn’t Pietro a chef there?” Alex nodded. “Do you think he’d be able to make something special for us?”

Alex pondered for a moment. “He’d have to check with Sev first. Why? You got something specific in mind?” I told him and he grinned. “That sounds doable. Let me call Pietro and see if Sev gives him the green light. But if it’s a no, there are some delicious dishes on the menu.”

“Do it.” I was buzzing. Eli would love it.

“As for you needing our help,” Scott said, “would that be to help you find something good to wear?”

I nodded. “I can’t tell you the last time I went clothes shopping.” It had been before Phillip’s death, I knew that much. I ordered underwear online, and I tended to wear clothes until they fell apart. Phillip had always hated that. But Eli’s birthday called for something special.

“Right, we can help you with that.” Scott peered at my head, then reached across and brushed his fingers through my hair. “First things first. You need a haircut.”

I reached up and touched my head. In the last two months my hair had gotten a bit shaggy, nothing at all like I usually wore it. “Do you know somewhere I can go?” Phillip had always cut my hair, and during the last four years, I’d gone to a barber near the house, in Leigh. He did a basic cut, always the same style.

Maybe it’s time for a new look.

Peter grinned. “It just so happens I do. There’s a salon not far from where I live, owned by a guy called Darren. He helped Sir prepare me for my new life—a story we can discuss later—but I think he would be the person to see. I know a lot of subs at the club go to him nowadays.”

“Okay, it sounds good. I put myself in your hands.”

The door opened and Eli entered, beaming. “You all done, pet?”

I nodded. “Just putting away the last of it.” I glanced at the others. Scott giggled, and he, Alex, and Peter went off into the corner and chatted amongst themselves, while glancing over at me every now and then, each of them nodding vigorously. Suddenly I was very, very nervous.

Eli walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go home. And just so we’re clear—” He kissed me slowly on the lips, tasting me, his hands slipping down to cup my arse. When he broke the kiss, I was tingling. Eli nodded, his gaze locked on me. “—we’re gonna finish off what we started.” He brought his lips to my ear, brushing them over it, making me shudder. “It’ll be cock ring on, and then I’m gonna fuck you. For as long as we can make it last.” The whisper tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine.

“God, yes, Sir.” I wanted to be home right then.

Where was a teleporter when you really needed one?

“OH FUCK,
pet, that’s a hell of a good way to start my birthday,” Eli groaned out as he pulsed come down my throat. I swallowed every drop, smoothing my hands over his torso and flicking his nipples, which made him arch up off the bed. “God, they’re s-sensitive when I’ve just come.”

I pulled free of his softening dick and grinned. “I know, Sir.”

Eli gave a mock glare. “Oh, so you like tormenting your Sir, do you?” He couldn’t keep up the pretense, however, and I was soon hauled up the bed to be kissed exuberantly, sharing the taste of him. He hummed with satisfaction. “Thank you, pet. That was a great way to start my day. I’m only sorry I have to work.”

“Well, I don’t want you under my feet today,” I said with a smile. “I have things to do to get ready for when you come home.”

Eli propped himself up on his elbows and stared at me. “Like what?” Then he reached around and swatted my arse. “And that’s for being cheeky.” That smile hadn’t diminished.

“If I told you, that would spoil the surprise.”

“Ugh.” He pulled a face.

I laughed at his expression. “I bet you were the kind of child who went hunting for Christmas presents way before Christmas, weren’t you?”