Double Trouble
The text about my documentation attempts lingered in my mind all day like a low-grade current under my skin. They knew I was watching them back. Instead of fear, it sharpened my focus. I spent hours organizing my notes into a more secure format, timestamping every interaction, every command, every shift in power. Aether profiled and guided. Fine. I would profile them right back. But the pull to return that evening was stronger than any caution. My body craved the release they offered, and my mind needed more data.
Patrick barely glanced up as I entered. “Lower level booked exclusively. They’re waiting.” His tone carried a new layer of respect, or maybe amusement. I changed in the empty locker room, the heated floors doing nothing to ease the anticipation coiling in my stomach. On the main floor, the lights were already dimmed low. Only Luca, Will, and Jay remained, going through their own routines with deliberate slowness.
Luca spotted me first. He set down his weights and crossed the space, sweat glistening on his olive skin. Without a word he pulled me into a deep kiss, tongue demanding entry as one hand gripped the back of my neck. When he broke away, his amber eyes searched mine. “You came back. Even after the warning.”
“Curious,” I replied, voice steady.
Jay laughed from the pull-up bar, dropping down with a flex of his powerful shoulders. “Curious gets you fucked here.” He stripped his shirt off on the way over, his athletic build pumped and ready.
Will approached last, his presence anchoring the group. The older man’s silver-threaded hair was damp, his barrel chest rising steadily. “Curiosity has its place. But tonight we test how deep it runs. Upstairs warm-up is optional. We go straight down.”
The descent felt heavier this time. The corridor air wrapped around us, thick with expectation. When Luca opened the door, the room had been transformed further. The main platform now featured a specialized sling suspended from the ceiling hooks, black leather straps and stirrups ready. Additional mirrors on the ceiling reflected the setup. The table held new items: a thick double-ended dildo, longer restraints, a blindfold, and a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain. The lighting focused tightly on the center, leaving the edges in shadow.
“Strip and get in the sling,” Will ordered, his deep voice leaving no room for hesitation.
I removed my clothes, cock already heavy and rising. The leather of the sling was cool against my back as I settled into it. Jay and Luca adjusted the straps, securing my wrists high and wide, ankles in the stirrups that spread my legs obscenely. The position tilted my ass up and open, completely exposed. Blood rushed to my cock, making it throb visibly in the focused light.
Luca stepped between my spread thighs first, running his hands up the backs of my legs. “We know you’re taking notes, Ethan. That’s fine. We encourage it in certain members. Makes the surrender sweeter when it comes.” His fingers traced my hole, already slicking me with lube. Two fingers pushed in easily, then three, scissoring and stretching with practiced precision. The stretch pulled a groan from my chest.
Jay moved to my side, leaning down to bite at my nipple before attaching the first clamp. The sharp bite of metal made me hiss. He added the second, then tugged the connecting chain lightly. Pain flared, mixing with the pleasure of Luca’s fingers. Will stood at my head, tilting the sling slightly so he could feed his thick cock past my lips. I opened for him, the musky weight filling my mouth as he slid deeper.
The sling rocked gently with every movement. Luca replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. The angle hit my prostate immediately, sending sparks through my core. He fucked me with long, controlled strokes while Jay tugged the chain on the clamps in rhythm. Will’s cock muffled my moans, his heavy balls resting against my chin as he used my throat.
“Beautiful view from up here,” Jay said, glancing at the ceiling mirrors. He reached down and stroked my leaking cock, smearing the precum over the head. “He’s dripping already.”
They built the intensity gradually. Luca would speed up, pounding deep, then slow to a grind that kept me on edge. Jay switched between torturing my nipples with the clamps and sucking marks along my neck and chest. Will controlled my breathing with his cock, pulling out just long enough for me to gasp air before sliding back in.
After Luca spilled inside me with a low curse, they rotated. Jay took his place, his thicker cock stretching me wider as he gripped the sling straps for leverage. His thrusts were more aggressive, competitive, each one driving the sling to swing slightly. Luca took my mouth now, his taste mixed with my own from earlier. Will tugged the nipple chain while stroking my cock, edging me mercilessly.
“Hold it,” Will commanded when my balls tightened. “You come when we decide.”
The denial pulled a frustrated sound from me around Luca’s shaft. They kept me there for what felt like an eternity, switching positions again. Will moved between my legs, his heavier body rocking the sling as he drove in deep. His cock felt even thicker in this position, the stretch bordering on overwhelming. Jay and Luca stood on either side, feeding me their cocks in turn, sometimes both heads at once, stretching my lips wide around them.
Sweat dripped down my body, pooling in the leather. The ceiling mirrors showed every detail: my hole stretched around Will’s thick shaft, my cock flushed and bouncing with each thrust, the chain swinging between my clamped nipples. The sensory overload was complete.
They introduced the double-ended dildo next. Jay slicked one end and worked it into me alongside Will’s cock for a few strokes, the insane fullness making my vision blur. Then Will pulled out and they positioned the toy so one end stayed buried in me while Jay took the other end into his own ass. Connected, they fucked each other through me, the motion driving the dildo relentlessly against my prostate.
I lost track of how many times they rotated. Blindfold came on at one point, heightening every touch. I could only feel hands, cocks, mouths everywhere. Someone fucked my throat while another railed my ass. Fingers, toys, and cocks blurred together. They edged me three times, bodies pressed close, voices praising and commanding in equal measure.
“You’re taking it so well,” Luca murmured during one slow grind.
“Greedy for all of us,” Jay added, voice rough as he thrust deep.
Will’s command cut through it all. “Now. Come for us.”
The orgasm ripped through me harder than anything before. My cock pulsed untouched, shooting across my own chest and stomach in heavy ropes while my hole clenched around whichever cock was inside me at that moment. Will followed, flooding me deep. Then Luca. Then Jay, each adding to the mess that leaked out around their shafts.
They kept me in the sling through the aftershocks, gently removing the blindfold and clamps. Blood rushed back into my nipples with stinging intensity. Hands massaged my limbs as they lowered me carefully to the platform. The wet room afterward was a haze of warm water, soapy hands cleaning every inch, soft kisses on marked skin.
“You’re progressing faster than most,” Will said as we dried off, his hand resting possessively on my lower back. “The program has bigger plans. Group sessions with more members. Role rotations. You might even top one of us soon if you earn it.”
Luca’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “But we’ll keep pushing your documentation habit too. See how long you resist full surrender.”
Jay grinned, slapping my ass lightly. “Or maybe you never fully do. That could be even more fun.”
Upstairs in the changing room, my phone buzzed again.
Chapter 5 complete in your records. We are adjusting the curriculum accordingly. Tomorrow brings new variables.
I stared at the screen, heart rate still elevated. They were turning my own game against me, or inviting me deeper into theirs. The lines blurred more with every session. My body ached with satisfaction, but my mind spun with possibilities. How many layers did this place have? And how far would they let me peel them back before demanding total submission?
The London streets felt charged as I left Aether, the night air cool against my heated skin. Whatever came next, I was in too deep to walk away. And part of me didn’t want to.
… To be continued
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