It looked like a larger version of a cage that dogs travelled in when in cars, only this one didn’t contain a dog. A nude young man lay inside, his head on his arm, a black leather collar adorned with silvery rings snug around his throat.
“That’s Felix, Rolf’s slave,” Stefan told me in a quiet voice.
I didn’t know what to think, until Felix caught sight of me. He sat up and grinned.
Okay, whatever this is, he’s happy about it.
I took a minute to get a handle on what was going on around me. I saw one man bent over and cuffed to what looked like a gym horse, except it was padded, and another man was balls deep in him, yanking him back onto averylong dick. Three men were watching the guy being fisted, and judging by the way they stroked themselves, they were obviously having a good time.
Then something else caught my eye, and I stilled.
“What isthat?”
It looked for all the world as though someone had put a toilet seat in the middle of the floor, except it was connected to a low frame. Handle bars sat on either side under it, and there was a padded headrest under it
Stefan chuckled. “Thatis so you can experience one of your ‘favourite things’,” he air-quoted. When I frowned, he leaned in and whispered, “It’s a rimming chair.”
Oh my fucking God.
Whatever nerves had plagued me dissipated. “I havegotto try that.”
Stefan’s laugh had the others turning to look at us, and all I saw were smiles.
He lifted the seat, lay down on the floor, his head on the cushion, then lowered it again. He peered at me. “Are you going to leave the jock on or take it off?”
I made the decision in a heartbeat, and a moment later, my cock was standing to attention. I went over to the chair and sat gingerly, my legs spread wide.
“Oh, look at that,” Stefan said from beneath me with a sigh.
That first swipe of his tongue brought it home to me with shocking clarity. My hole was relaxed, already opening for him. Stefan unfastened the front of his jock and fisted his cock as he began tongue-fucking me. The noises pouring from him left little doubt this was one of his favourite things too. I tugged on my shaft, wanting him deeper.
“Fuck, Stefan, he’s hot.” Rolf watched us from a few feet away, along with another man.
To my immense shock, I didn’t mind their gaze on us. To be honest, my whole world had shrunk to Stefan’s tongue in my hole. And maybe it was the newness of it all, my nerves, my excitement, that had me coming within minutes. My cum spattered Stefan’s chest and belly, and he groaned. By the time I was spent, I was as limp as a wet dishcloth.
Stefan got up and helped me stand, claiming my mouth in a heated kiss.
“You were amazing,” he murmured into my ear.
I managed a weak chuckle. “I think you did all the work.”
“But you didn’t hesitate. You went with it.”
His arms around me, his breath warming my cheek, I felt fucking invincible—and braver than I’d ever been in my life.
“What’s next?”
Stefan laughed. “Whatever you want.” Then he kissed my temple. “Although I do have a suggestion.”
My pulse raced. “Oh?”
Another lingering kiss. “I’d like you to consider impact play.”
I’d never thought that a single word could send a shiver through me.
“I… I think this is where we talk.” My voice quavered.
He nodded, then took me by the hand and led me through the room to a smaller one that contained a bed covered in black vinyl, a table with more bottles of water, and two plastic chairs. Stefan gestured to them, and we sat, my heart thudding.