Not to be outdone, she wore a long purple form-fitting mermaid gown that left no one wondering if she had anything under. It was cut to the navel in front and tied over double D’s with a tiny silver chain and heart shaped padlock. I assume he had the key. He swept his arm around her narrow waist and guided her to the entrance as nearby tourists gaped at the display.
All of us were very pleased to be part of this scene. But where were the photographers?
The night was a great success. Terrific food. After the Dixieland performance, a DJ took over and the team and their dates began a contest of showing off dance moves, each more sensuous and suggestive than the last. Shoes and jackets were soon discarded. Wild gyrations were interspersed with quieter lap dances in the more shadowy secluded booths around the edge and on the terrace. Tiffany turned out to be a fun, lively dancer, and she and I put on one show after another. I even did a slightly less risqué version of my Gullah seduction dance. After, she whispered in my ear, “Are you sure you don’t swing both ways? We could have some fun later.” Geoff seemed to enjoy himself although he was often preoccupied with the arrangements. We’d have our fun later.
The boat docked just after midnight and couples began to drift off to various hotel rooms. The limo was waiting for Reg and his date and whisked them off. It was almost as if they had been the royals invited to a ball, condescending to mingle with commoners until the magic hour permitted them to make a graceful exit. We waited for some time to insure that most of the team had gone on—or planned to stay and dance on board. Then, Geoff noticed a hansom just as he was pulling up his uber app. He motioned to the driver and we all piled in for the short drive back to the hotel.
Beau was waiting with his date in the convertible—and with a driver, since he too had been drinking. We embraced and thanked the young ladies for a wonderful evening and they all departed. Geoff and I headed up to the suite for our own private party.
As we entered the suite, Geoff pulled me into one of his deep kisses as his tongue possessed me. His long arms curled around and he lifted me from the ground crashing my dick into his as I slid down his torso. “Get naked now,” he growled as he reached for my buckle. I quickly stripped and posed before him, but he was still fully dressed. I started to complain, but realized he was in one of his dom moods. So I’d better play along. “Kneel and pull me out. No hands. Use your lips and teeth.”
Okay, I’d be his sub. I followed his orders and soon his cock was dangling, semi-hard from the front of his trousers. He stepped forward, pushing it into my mouth. “Let’s see how much you can take tonight.” I throated him for a few minutes as he hardened. Then he reached down and pulled me up. He untied the purple sash from my boater and used it to blindfold me. Then he walked me to the bed, and pushed me into it, face and chest down.
I heard him walk over and pick up his small case and begin unloading some toys. He cuffed my wrists to the headboard. Then he pulled me down and slipped a large bolster under my gut raising me about a foot off the mattress. He then cuffed my ankles and attached them to a long spreader bar. I was splayed and helpless—and already leaking like a barnyard pump. “I like this picture. The ass of a champion is all mine,” he said as he snapped a phone photo.
Soon he was rough handling my ass cheeks, tapping, slapping, then reaching down lotioning and caressing and kissing. Then repeating. He lubed the entrance and I felt a small soft dildo being pushed into place. He swept it around like a chef searching for my prostate and when he did, I involuntarily raised to meet it. “Good boy.” Then he reached under and attached a silicon clamp around the base of my dick with a tongue that tickled the taint. He moved to an easy chair and sat. I knew immediately that the toys were remotely controlled and that I was going for a joy ride with Geoff at the wheel.
“You may not come without my permission. We’re going to test your endurance. How long can my cyclist ride with me as ref?” I then felt the dildo inflate a little, just enough to make its presence known. Then I felt the low level vibration which felt okay although foreign. It was nothing like Geoff’s powerful thrusting. Soon it was accompanied by a tightening around the base of my dick and more vibrations on the taint. Geoff moved behind me and re-aimed the dildo more precisely, but I could still handle it easily. He lightly massaged my ass—I knew he couldn’t keep his hands off me for long. I pushed up into his touch.
The vibrations increased and the tip of the dildo began to stroke the magic button in a regular pattern. Nice. One more click and the device began an elliptical thrust which almost duplicated the “come hither” finger motion which is taught to all young gay tops. Now my interest was fully engaged and began to center myself, enjoying the deep anal sensations. Geoff approached again, held the dildo hard against my prostate. He stroked my back, nibbled on an ear lobe and whispered, “Good boy, very good boy.” I couldn’t take much more. So I started reciting a soliloquy from Shakespeare—silently of course to distract myself from the intensity. But I knew I was beginning to squirm within the confines of my restraints.
“This is fun Geoff. But, I’d rather have the real thing from a skilled swordsman.”
“So you want me to stop?”
“Only if you sub in.”
“I don’t sub, but I think your wish can be met. But first I want you to cum for me. Tell me what you want.”
“You. Strip and lay on top of me. I need to feel Geoffy in all his glory.”
“We can do that.” (When did he start referring to himself and his dick as “we”? I guess the little head was directing this show.) He quickly undressed, removed the stretcher bar, and stretched out on top of me, placing his steely dick right on top of the dildo handle. He began to slide up and down my crack using his dick to heighten the dildo sensations. “I can feel the vibrations too. Maybe we can both fit in there.”
“You’re way too big for a double. If you like the vibes, pull it out and put it in your own ass as you penetrate me. Or let me do it.”
“I think we’re going to try just that, but first I’ve got to uncuff you so you can work the remote. It wouldn’t be the same if I did you while using the remote to self-stimulate. Too much like jerking off.”
“You are a very complicated man, Mr. Peters. I’m looking forward to helping you to work out your issues—however long it takes, but for now I want you to fuck me—and if I must do it by remote control, so be it. Bring it on lover. Uncuff me and give me that device.”
Geoff released me from all the toys and took me into a deep embrace in his arms. I removed the device, relubed it, and pushed him down on his back. “Get your pretty ass on that bed and lift’m high and wide. Grab your ankles.”
“Pretty bold words for a sub.” But he did as he was told. He automatically folded himself into a submissive invitation. I inserted the dildo deep inside, being sure to nestle it firmly on his prostate. Then, I pulled his legs to the bed and impaled myself on his cock. I felt his pubes and leaned forward waiving the remote in his face. Then I used it to bring the dildo alive. We could both now feel it. As the intensity slowly increased, he placed his feet flat on the bed and lifted, almost like he was trying to escape the stimulation. But doing so transferred the vibes to my ass. I was full; my prostate was trembling. And I could tell he was searching for even greater depth. “May I please cum now, sir?”