Free The Pleasure Room by D.N. Simmons Page A

up with one hand and with the other, applied a clear gel to the bar. Next, he squirted a few drops of gel on the tip of Taylor's cock. The man twitched as the gel touched him, but he smiled knowing what was going to follow.
    Felicity was even more curious than before and she shifted from one foot to the other as she struggled to alleviate the arousal she was feeling, especially the tingling between her legs. She watched as Alistair took hold of Taylor's dick, stroking it a few times to the man's utter delight. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Was he really going to do that? Her gaze remained glued to Alistair as he positioned the steel round at the opening of Taylor's cock and slowly slid it inside his urethra. Taylor's eyes rolled back as he tilted his head backward. His mouth fell open as Alistair slowly began to work the sound in and out in a slow rhythm with the strokes along his shaft. Alistair teased his erection with expert fingers. He ran his thumb under the ridge of Taylor's cock as he squeezed the tip. Taylor trembled from the sensation, moaning with each stroke.
    “Does your cock feel good?” Alistair asked him, his gaze darting between what he was doing to Taylor's face.
    Taylor nodded vigorously. “Yes... oh, fuck... feels so... good, sir.”
    After several minutes of that sexual stimulation, Taylor was begging to cum. He could barely keep still in his bindings and he pleaded for Alistair to reward him. Alistair removed the sound, placing it back on the tray with the others he'd utilized in his ministrations. Finally he gripped the man's cock and stood it in front of him so that the crowd could see.
    “Are you ready to cum, Taylor?” Alistair asked.
    “Yes, yes, sir. Please let me cum,” the man begged.
    “Do you want to cum for me, Taylor?” Alistair asked him. “Do you want to watch your creamy spunk splash all over my leather pants?”
    “Oh, God! Yes, sir. Please let me cum for you, sir!” Taylor's face was as red as the tip of his cock and just as wet.
    “Release. Cum for me, Taylor,” Alistair said as he stroked him furiously.
    As if on command, Taylor threw his head back, growling as fierce as his orgasm. Volley after volley shot forth, landing on Alistair's stomach, crotch and thighs. The rest coating his hand as he milked the last drops of cum from Taylor's spent cock. Alistair continued to stroke his sub's shaft sending his body into a frenzy until Taylor was begging him to stop. Alistair laughed and released him. He reached up, untying the bindings so now Taylor's feet touched the floor. Finally, he undid the bindings on his wrist, freeing him.
    “Now, you've made quite the mess,” Alistair pointed out.
    Smiling, Taylor lowered himself to his knees in front of him and began to lick his own cum from Alistair's stomach and leather-covered crotch and thighs. Alistair stood there, smiling down at Taylor as he cleaned him with his tongue. At some point, he looked over at Felicity and she stiffened, her mouth hanging open in shock and wonderment. He gave her a wink before returning his attention to Taylor, who was now licking the stickiness from Alistair's hand. With a loving caress of Taylor's cheek, Alistair bid him to rise. He began to unravel Taylor from his rope confinement and once free, he hugged him again. The two shared a passionate kiss before Alistair released him and turned toward the female.
    “Do you know why I'm not releasing you?” Alistair asked her.
    She nodded. “Because I have not learned my lesson.”
    “And what lesson is that?”
    “That my pleasure is your gift to me and I must be patient.”
    “Very good.” Alistair reached under her chin, lifting her face to his. “When you speak to me, you will make eye contact. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir,” she said apologetically.
    “Show me you can endure. Prove to me that you can be patient throughout the night and maybe I'll reconsider my position on rewarding you.”
    “Thank you, sir. I promise I'll