Monday, October 20, 2014
Friday, October 10, 2014
"Do we want appetizers to start?" James asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You had snacks at home.”
Sebastian blushed. I just stared at James. He wouldn’t get away with that. I was having a goddamn appetizer, one a little more substantial than what I'd gotten back at the condo.
"I'll have the Caesar salad, thanks," I said to the confused server, giving James the eye. "Dressing on the side please."
James’ lip twitched. "Sebastian?" he asked.
"I'm good with what I got earlier," he replied in a soft voice, reaching out to touch my thigh under the table.
Fuck. Me. Aaaand I was hard again.
"I'll have the Caesar as well, please," James said.
"Dressing on the side, sir?" asked the server.
"No, please drench it."
I coughed, my cock twitching.
"Very good, sir."
Only James could make ordering from a menu so hot.
Our appetizers arrived promptly, followed by our main dishes. James had duck, I had veal and Sebastian ordered the surf and turf. Sautéed in a delicate white wine sauce on a swirl of creamy mashed potatoes with lightly steamed green beans, the veal tasted so good I almost forgot how turned on I was. Instead of a rich dessert we ordered a selection of fruits and cheeses to share. By the time we finished our meal I felt as if I never wanted to leave Mont Tremblant.
"What's the matter?" James asked, regarding Sebastian who had a faraway look on his face.
Sebastian came back to the present. "This is the first year I haven't performed with the choir at the Christmas Eve service."
"That’s true," James said. "You can always sing for me and Tate when we get back to the condo."
Sebastian laughed. "I suppose I could."
I looked at James, who seemed to be thinking about something other than Sebastian's voice at the moment. Our eyes met.
"What?" he asked innocently.
When we got back to the condo James posed a question to Sebastian.
"Have you got something to sing, Sebastian? Something very holy?"
"Sure. I've sung the hymns so often I don't need the written music."
"Okay. Then I'm going to get you to sing," James said, bringing us into the large Master bedroom. "Stand against the wall there." He positioned Sebastian where he wanted him and turned to me.
"Pull down your pants and lean over the edge of the bed – don’t take them off, just pull them down. And your boxers."
“You know, Santa can see everything.”
“Then you’d better do as you’re told.”
James turned to Sebastian. "Start singing please. Don't stop until I tell you to. And don't move from that spot."
My cock had hardened when James told me to get into this position. Now it swelled more at his words. And even more when Sebastian's beautiful tenor filled the room with the ancient words of an Italian hymn, making me feel like a supplicant in a holy temple. But when James' hands spread me and he began tonguing my ass that illusion vanished. I don’t think religious supplicants got rimmed in the temple. If they did my suspicion towards organized religion was severely misguided.
I moaned loudly and gripped the coverlet in my fists. Since I still had some clothes on I felt extra vulnerable and exposed. I glanced at Sebastian, who kept singing softly, his eyes glued to the action. He looked so hot standing there in his black pants, white shirt and black bowtie. James had let him remove his dinner jacket, but he still looked like a wet dream. His angelic voice made James' actions seem even more base and dirty. I fucking loved it.
Much to my disappointment, the rimming ended. "I believe I promised you a spanking," James said. "Wait. If I know Patrice and Freddy..."
I glanced behind me to see him pull open a couple of drawers until he found what he was looking for.
"Aha." He lifted a small leather paddle from the drawer and examined it. "It's not very big but it's worth saving my hand." He sat beside me on the bed where Sebastian's view of the proceedings wouldn't be blocked. "Eyes forward. Hands behind your back."
I obeyed, my breaths coming quickly with the anticipation.
"Count," he said, and began.
I didn't know how many he would give me. I didn't care. I settled into it, perfectly happy to have James very much alive and paddling my ass after last night's scare. And Sebastian's singing made the entire experience both more deviant and more ethereal.
He gave me ten and put the paddle down.
I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of pain from my rear and the throbbing pleasure in my cock and balls.
He stood up and walked over to Sebastian, his fingers quickly finding the fly of Sebastian's dress pants.
"Keep singing," he said as Sebastian's voice faltered slightly. "Eyes forward."
James undid Sebastian’s fly and roughly pulled his pants and boxers down. Sebastian’s uncut cock bounced free as he struggled to keep his voice steady. James took it in his hand and began stroking back and forth until it stood firm in his grip. Sebastian stared forward over James' shoulder and kept singing, the reverent words spilling from his open mouth as James teased him.
"The exquisiteness of your voice, Sebastian, matches the beauty of your body and the grace of your soul," he murmured, falling to his knees. He gripped Sebastian's cock firmly at its base and bent to engulf it in his eager mouth.
I lay on the bed, helpless to do anything but watch and listen to Sebastian's faltering tenor. He tried his best to sing well even with his cock down James’ throat, but the effort was obvious. Trust James to turn Sebastian's incredible talent into a form of torture. The singing became more and more of a challenge the closer he got to orgasm.
Finally, James released him and stood up. "Good boy. You can stop now."
To underscore his command, James gripped Sebastian’s chin and kissed him, swallowing the last notes in a violent, passionate kiss that took even my breath away. When he pulled back he said, "Now use that beautiful mouth on me, Sebastian. Make my prick sing."