Date: Mon, 04 Oct 1999 03:18:53 GMT
From: BSB Lover <candleluv@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guiding Lights 6
PLEASE BE ADVISED..... The following story contains sexually explicit
material and involves S&M activities. Please also note that although the
Backstreet Boys are characters in the story, this does not imply any sort
of sexual preference of any of them.
ALSO.... please give me your feedback and let me know what you would like
to see next. And I'd really like to hear your thoughts on who should end
up with Nick, James or Zach. So please send me your votes!
candleluv@hotmail.com
I look foward to hearing from you, and now on with the story............
Chapter 9: And the Thunder Rolls...
James awoke to the sound of rain. Lots of rain. Rubbing sleep out
of his eyes, he glanced over at the window - snapping awake at the sight of
the downpour. Rain was cascading down the window in sheets, causing the
window to tremble in response. James leaped out of bed and ran to the
window, looking out over the city of Toronto. The sky was a dull, dark
grey, and there was no sign of the sun. Glancing at his watch he realized
that it was almost 7:00 am, but by the looks of things outside it was
nightfall. The street was far below and obscured by the rain, but from
what he could tell the streets looked pretty flooded. It looked like that
storm they had evaded on the way into town had turned around and come back
with a vengeance. James' stomach tightened at the prospect of taking off
in an airplane in such a storm.
James jumped back, startled as the hail briefly pelted the glass,
before turning back to rain. God, he felt physically ill. There was no
way he was getting on a plane to head to Vancouver tomorrow. He had
managed to get through his first flight okay, but this was all his worst
nightmares come true...
The bedside phone sprung to life and James walked over to answer
it. It was management. The flight was postponed! James could barely
contain his glee, but managed to sound calm and collected. There was work
to be done now; James had to contact the press in Vancouver and let them
know that the concert might have to be postponed by a day. Then he had to
deal with the reporters downstairs and let them know what was up as well...
But it shouldn't take more than a few hours James thought, hanging up the
phone. After that he'll have a whole day to himself, and his.... pursuits.
James was a little worried about how fast things were going. Their
plan had been to seduce the Backstreet Boys, teach them a lesson in
pleasure and domination... but they had figured on it taking weeks of
steady build up. Yet here they were, barely a week into the job and
already they could count A.J., Howie and Brian amongst their love slaves.
It was all just moving WAY to fast. A.J. had been an easy mark - he
enjoyed similar pleasures. But the others should not have been so easy...
James wondered if Howie and Brian were truly conquered yet. He was
beginning to fear that they weren't - and that by moving so fast they may
have put themselves in jeopardy... He would definitely have to bring up
his concerns to Atlanta. She was always so confident... but could she be
over-confident?
James stepped into the shower, and images of Nick immediately came
to mind. He forgot all about his concerns thinking of the fresh-faced
young man who had stolen his heart. James hated to admit it, but that is
exactly what had happened. He had almost forgotten he had one, after being
under Atlanta's tutelage for so long, but Nick brought back so many old
feelings. He made James so happy.... With the others it was just sex, but
with Nick it was so much more... Unfortunately, he suspected that Zach
felt much the same way. James didn't know what he would do anymore if he
was forced to choose between Nick and his partners.
Stepping out of the shower, James toweled off and started getting
dressed. Kevin had been fun last night, and so had Brian and Howie... but
one thing had been lacking. Nick. Where had he gotten to last night?
James hoped that Nick was okay, and that he had felt abandoned last night
when he couldn't find either him or Zach. Zach. What was he going to do
about that... He was a friend and a good lover, but James didn't want to
share Nick with him. Zach had already had all the good opportunities with
Nick. It was James' turn now. He didn't even feel any need to have sex
with Nick, he just wanted to get to know him better. God, what would
Atlanta say to THAT!
James finished getting dressed and grabbed his briefcase, stopping
to gaze momentarily at a group shot of the guys. Nick looked so great in
this photo, the perfect teen heartthrob... But now James knew that was
just a facade. Nick thought he was anything but perfect. He reminded
James of himself before he had met Zach and Atlanta... They definitely had
to talk. Soon as he was done with work, James was going to go see Nick and
tell him exactly how he felt.....
*****************************
Nick was awake. And he was cold. He knew he was awake, and he
knew he was cold, but felt powerless to do anything about it. His head was
throbbing, sharp pangs of pain lacing through the dull ache. Nick tried to
open his eyes, and found it a surprisingly difficult task. He reached up
with one hand and rubbed away the sleep and crud, finally able to pry his
eyes open. More pain lanced through his head and light flooded in.
Gradually Nick got his bearings. He was on his bed, naked and damp
with cold sweat. The weather outside matched his mood - overcast skies,
filled with thunder and lightning. He cleared his throat and felt the
residual taste of bile and vomit. Covering his mouth with his hand, he
raced for the toilet - emptying his stomach into the basin as soon as he
got there. Nick retched and coughed until he could no longer, collapsing
back onto the cold tiled floor. He lay there, his head resting awkwardly
against the wall. He gazed down the length of his naked body, feeling
disgusted. His belly bulged out ever so slightly, but to Nick it seemed
enormous. His small patch of pubes barely capped his dick, which was
shrunken from the cold. Nick averted his gaze from his body, not wanting
to think about it. Instead he looked around the room while trying to
gather enough energy to get up.
The tub was filled with water, which was strange since Nick didn't
remember taking a bath last night. Of course that might explain why he was
naked... God, he had drank so much last night, his first time ever really
drinking excessively. If this was the way it made you feel in the morning,
he wanted nothing to do with it... It was all their fault - they had used
him like a toy and lied to him. The fact that his friends, Howie, A.J. and
Brian (especially Brian) had been in on it made the betrayal all the worse.
Nick finally began getting to his feet, slowly inching his way up
the tiled wall. It was then that he noticed the dress. A simple black
affair, it had a large puke stain on it. What the.... had he brought a
woman back here last? Why would he do a thing like that? Nick had never
really been interested in women, even from a young age he had always found
himself looking at the other boys. But there it was - evidence that a
woman had been here. Had he thrown up on her? God, he was NEVER going to
touch alcohol ever again.
Nick staggered back into his bedroom, shivering from the cold and
began pulling on some clothes. He walked back into the bathroom and pulled
the plug in the bathtub. He needed a nice hot shower... Glancing again at
the dress, Nick wondered just what he'd been up to last night after he had
walked in on that little orgy... A sudden thought seized Nick. It
couldn't have been Atlanta could it? He felt sick at the thought that he'd
given into one of his enemies. Nick had a suspicion that she was the
brains behind all of this. It was fishy that she was the only woman
amongst all the guys.... Nick picked up the dress and threw it violently
into the trash. It had not been Atlanta. It had not.
The phone rang, and Nick walked over and answered, fearing it would
be someone he really didn't want to talk to.
"Hey Nick!" it was Kevin's voice.
"Hi Kev" Nick responded, relieved.
"Something wrong?" Kevin asked.
"No Kev, I.. uh I just got a lot on my mind is all...."
"Yeah, me too"
Nick thought that Kevin sounded a little strange. When he'd picked
up, Kevin had been far more happy and upbeat than he usually was on the
phone, and now his mood had just plummeted down to what sounded like
depression.
"What's wrong Kev? You sound upset?" Nick asked, forgetting about his own
worries, and concerned for his remaining friend.
"Nothing Nick. It's nothing really. I guess it's just the weather you
know?"
"Sure" Nick replied. He didn't really buy that excuse. Kevin often had a
lot on his mind, and sometimes Nick felt bad for him, having to take on a
lot of the stress for the group. But he had never sounded so bummed out
before.
"I'm coming over" Nick declared.
"No! I mean, uh no thanks" Kevin continued.
"You sure?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, positive. I'm just calling to let you know we're going to be here
and extra day. No planes can take off in this mess."
"Oh. Okay then. Thanks for letting me know" Nick replied, crestfallen.
Nick and Kevin said their goodbyes and Nick hung-up the phone. So
now he was stuck here. Nick had been looking forward to getting out of
Toronto ever since last night. He wanted to be away from this hotel, this
city, and more than anything Zach and James. Nick wished he could just go
back home, but since that was out of the question, Vancouver would have
sufficed.
Nick resolved that after his shower he'd order food and then just
remain in his room for the rest of the day. He really didn't want to see
anyone. He didn't know how he was going to be able to face Brian, Howie
and A.J. again without punching them - or without crying. Nick flung
himself onto the bed and pulled the covers up over his head. Sobbing
softly into his pillow, he drifted off to sleep again.
******************************
Kevin hung up the phone after saying goodbye to A.J.. His duty
done, Kevin walked over to the window and stared out into the storm. He
was so confused. Never in his life had he had a single thought about
another man. As a young teen he had wondered sometimes how other guys
looked naked, but more out of a childish sense of competition than anything
else.
He'd been an early bloomer as far a puberty was concerned - but
along with having more hair than other kids his age, he also had a lot more
acne. Eventually they had all ended up in the same boat, but for a good
two years he had been the only one. So rather than be ashamed of his skin,
he had taken great pride in his large penis.
He'd wear tight briefs to school so that the other guys could see how well
he filled his underwear. The popular kids, the school studs and jocks who
got all the girls gawked at him and Kevin would smile.... He remembered
one day when this guy, Brandon, the most popular guy in school, had
remarked on it. Brandon had claimed that Kevin was stuffing his briefs
with a sock, and told the whole school about it. So Kevin had set up a
showdown, unbeknownst to Brandon.
One day during lunchbreak, some guys and girls had been teasing
Kevin as usual, calling him names and claiming he had to hide his little
dick behind a sock. Then one of Kevin's few friends, a girl, had spoken
up. She'd demanded of Kevin that he show his cock if he wanted them to
know it was not just a sock, but in exchange Brandon had to show his. It
had all been a set-up, and in front of all those people Brandon couldn't
back down. Kevin had enjoyed how pale Brandon had gotten, and the sweat
which had beaded his brow.
Kevin had closed his eyes and dropped his pants. He opened them
again when he heard people gasping. Brandon's jaw had dropped, and Kevin
had momentarily imagined shoving his dick down Brandon's throat. Kevin
pulled his pants back up and looked at Brandon expectantly, who was trying
to slowly back away. Someone had stopped him, and a look of utter
desperation had come across Brandon's face as he realized he was trapped.
Someone had his arms pinned, and Kevin's friend walked right up and yanked
Brandon's pants and underwear down, exposing him for all to see. He had a
very small, hairless little prick which had seen no signs of puberty yet.
Brandon had let out a shriek and then sobs as he was utterly humiliated.
Kevin had been overcome with guilt and had wanted to take him in his arms
and make it all okay.
God, Kevin hadn't thought of that in years. But after last night's
events the memory had come back. After he had humiliated Brandon, Kevin
became popular - but as a freak not as someone cool. Brandon became a
laughing stock, even though all the guys knew that they were just as small
as he was. Kevin had tried to reach out to Brandon, had felt for him the
way he had never felt for anyone else in his young life, but it was no
good. Summer came and Kevin never saw Brandon again. He'd switched
schools and Kevin had been heartbroken. He still wished he could have made
it right, that he had not hurt Brandon so badly. Even now Kevin was no
good at relationships, always fearful that he would hurt the other person.
Kevin rested his face against the cold window, trying to rid
himself of the old painful memories, and bury them down again. He'd never
thought of another guy that way again, and once his skin had cleared up had
become quite the ladies man. Nevertheless, he always pulled away when
things started to get too intense.
Things had been very intense last night. Kevin had basically given
himself over to James and Zach, let loose for the first time in almost two
decades. It had been the other night with Atlanta that had loosened him up
(in more ways than one). She had brought him pleasures the likes of which
he had never experienced. For the first time in his life, Kevin questioned
his sexuality. Had he been hiding his homosexuality from himself for all
these years? Is that why he had not thought of Brandon is so long? Kevin
just didn't know. Clearly he had some feelings for guys, otherwise he
would not have done what he did with James and Zach....
Kevin sighed disgustedly. He just didn't know anymore. He liked
order in his life, he needed precision and control, but now he felt
completely out of control. He didn't know what he would do next.... and
how would he face Atlanta, someone who he was beginning to care for after
having slept with her two co-workers (guys no less!)
Kevin shook his head, trying to clear away the confusion. As usual
with him, he decided to concentrate on others rather than deal with his own
problems. Nick had sounded really upset and sad on the phone earlier - for
that matter all the guys had sounded odd on the phone. He was positive
that Brian had been crying.... Kevin looked out the window again. Hell,
maybe it was the weather after all, but all Kevin knew is that he really
wanted to get out of this city and move on. Toronto had brought nothing
but confusion and distress.
*******************************
Brian lay on his bed in a fetal position, his knees drawn up to his
chest. Despite the covers he was cold and shivering. When he'd gotten
back to his room last night, after blowing off Howie abruptly, he stripped
off all his clothing and curled up in bed. His pillow was wet with the
tears he had shed through much of the night. He felt lost, and powerless,
like he had just before his heart operation. When he used to get sad, he'd
have Howie hold him and everything would be okay, but he couldn't do that
anymore. He felt like he didn't know Howie anymore. He felt like he
didn't know HIMSELF anymore.
Fresh tears filled Brian's eyes and ran down his cheeks, he could
taste the salt in his mouth. It wasn't so much sadness he was feeling
either. It was hate. And anger. Hatred of those who had turned his life
upside down and anger at himself for letting it happen.
"Yes master! Brian will obey master!" Brian mocked himself, hardly
believing the words had sprung from his lips last night.
He just didn't get it. That he had humiliated himself the first
night with James had been bad enough, but what was worse was that he had
plotted to return the favor. He had been so happy with Howie, but he had
thrown in all away for cheap pleasure and a dash of perversion. Brian felt
dirty, disgusted at what he had become.
He got up out of bed, and gazed down at his wiry young body. His
pubic hair was just beginning to grow back in. Brian had shaved it off a
little while ago as a joke, a surprise for Howie. Had it all started then?
Maybe he only had himself to blame for all of this, maybe James, Zach and
Atlanta were merely tools?
Brian dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together. Closing
his eyes he prayed, prayed for guidance and help. He'd been raised right,
and had always believed in the power of God and righteousness. God had
given him a second chance at life, and Brian had vowed to make the best of
it. He knew that many Christians believed that gays were sinners and the
`devil's work', but Brian could not believe that such a loving god could
possibly hate anyone. Up until recently, Brian had thanked God for Howie
everyday.
"Please God, help me to get through this time of turmoil in my life. Give
me guidance and help me find the right path. I have sinned, and have given
into temptation. I have taken for granted the gift of life you gave me,
and the wonderful partner you set up for me in Howie. Please God, I ask
you help as a humble servant, repenting my sins. Amen."
Brian got back up and headed for the shower. He didn't know what
he was going to do today. When Kevin had called earlier he'd been half
asleep and overwhelmed with grief to really give the idea that they were
stuck here for another day much thought. He knew he had to speak to Howie
and explain to him why he had rejected him last night after the `incident'.
Brian had to make things right, he owed it to himself and to Howie to make
sure that neither one of them would ever call anyone else other than God,
`master' again.
******************************
Howie lay in the tub, soaking in the hot water. He'd been happy to
hear from Kevin that they were stuck in town - he just wished the weather
were better. He'd retreated to the tub, where at least he could ignore the
horrible storm outside the window. Depressed enough as it was, he didn't
have to see that.
Last night had gone so perfectly until the end. Howie had been
with James, just the way he had fantasized. He had tried to avoid it, he
had really wanted to forget his feelings and concentrate on Brian again,
but Bri had insisted on going ahead with his plan to dominate James. Well,
that hadn't exactly gone as planned. Howie had enjoyed it though, and was
glad to see Brian take to it so well. He'd turned out more eager than
Howie! He'd felt a little tinge of jealousy at that, but then realized he
was being silly. It wasn't like he was cheating this way, and he got to be
with both James and Brian at the same time. As far as he had been
concerned it had worked out great - and so what if he had to wear a collar
and be a slave, at least he got to be with the men of his dreams.... And
A.J. seemed to enjoy it.
But then things had gone off course. After they had left James'
room, Brian had suddenly turned hostile. One moment he was beaming up at
James and Zach and promising to be a good slave, then the next he was
brushing Howie off. Brian had said that he had to be alone and didn't want
to see Howie at all. With tears in his eyes, Howie had stumbled into his
own hotel room and cried himself to sleep.
When he woke up this morning the first thing he noticed was the
absence. Brian's warm body wasn't next to his, and he missed their morning
snuggle. Brian was so small and skinny that Howie always felt protective
of him - especially since his heart operation. He knew Brian got annoyed
by it sometimes, but he also knew that Brian wouldn't have it any other
way. Howie wondered what Brian was doing right now, what he was thinking.
Did he blame Howie for what had happened last night? After all, he had
been the first to submit and give in. Maybe Brian had only gone along for
his benefit! Oh no, Howie thought, what have I done? And more
importantly, what am I going to do now?
The thought of giving up James and the others made Howie sad, he
wanted to make them happy the way they had made him happy. He already
loved them all, but he loved Brian too. He just didn't know what to
do.......
****************************
A.J. lay on his back panting heavily. After Kevin's phone call
this morning he waited for a little while, wondering if he would be
summoned to his mistress' bedroom like yesterday. As time passed and no
one came and got him, A.J. had become increasingly horny. He'd finally
given in, and now had the candle which Atlanta had first used on him buried
up inside of him. He was easing it in and out more and more quickly. His
hard erection stretched out across his chest and with his free hand he
massaged his scrotum, rolling the balls in his fingers.
A.J. had always had an overactive libido. He started masturbating
at a young age, a very young age. He couldn't even remember a time when he
didn't masturbate. He had vague memories of his father catching him as a
toddler playing with himself in the sandbox at the local park and telling
him that `we aren't suppose to touch there'. He's started peeking at other
guys in the bathroom his first day of elementary school, and have even
taught a group of classmates how to masturbate (because it made your dick
grow faster). They had looked up to him for his supposed `penis knowledge'
and he'd used that to his advantage. One day during recess they had all
squeezed into a stall and he had made them all jerk him off and blow him.
He'd enjoyed his little games for a long time, but as they got
older, more and more of the boys stopped talking to him. They didn't want
to have anything to do with him, he supposed they were troubled by what
they had done. There was one boy though, who came back one day, when
A.J. was twelve. He hadn't spoken to the guy, Frank, in close to two
years. A.J. was in the washroom taking a piss and Frank came in and stood
next to him. They nodded to each other but that was all. When
A.J. finished he washed his hands and started to leave. Frank had called
for him to stay.
When he turned around, Frank was facing him, his penis hanging out
of his pants. It was huge, and A.J. knew right away that he wanted it.
Without a word, Frank walked over to a stall, and A.J. followed. As soon
as the door was shut, A.J. was forced to his knees.
"This time round, you're doing the sucking..." the words echoed back to
A.J. over the years as he lay on his bed, nearing climax.
It was the first time he had ever tasted another man's member.
He'd had trouble fitting it into his small mouth and had spent most of his
time licking Frank's swollen head. A.J. still remembered his first taste
of cum....
A.J.'s whole body jerked as he exploded, cum shooting up and
hitting his chin. He pulled the candle out and let it drop. He lay there
as his dick spewed the last of its cum on to his stomach. He had always
loved the moments directly after orgasm - it was the only time when you
were completely relaxed.
After that first blowjob, Frank instructed A.J. that they would
meet everyday at the beginning of lunch so that A.J. could pay back all the
blowjobs Frank and given him as a child. A.J. had agreed readily. It was
then that he realized that he enjoyed being the submissive one much more
than he enjoyed being the aggressor. He devoted the rest of his elementary
school life to making Frank happy.
When they learned that they would be going to different high
schools, Frank prepared a special treat for A.J.. When his parents were
out, he invited A.J. over. He was ordered to strip the moment he walked
through the door, and had then been lead by his erect penis to Frank's
bedroom. Frank had taken his virginity right there on his bed - and it had
been splendid...
A.J. got up and took a quick shower, washing away his cum and the
last vestiges of sleep. So they had another day here, he supposed that was
nice. Too bad the weather was so shitty though. A.J. almost never
remembered which city they were in anymore when they were on tour, they all
just blurred together. He remembered arenas and audiences, and that was
all.
He got out of the shower and got dressed. Now what, he thought.
He couldn't bare the idea of being cooped up here all day in his room, he
had to get out and do something. A.J. just didn't want to upset his
masters by leaving without permission, and he didn't want to risk
disturbing them to ask. Finally A.J. decided to go see Howie and Brian, he
figured there would be nothing wrong with going to see his fellow slaves,
and besides he was curious to see how they felt about it. And if any of
their masters needed their service, they would all be in the same place.
He wondered if they had spent the night in Brian's room or Howie's?
Shutting his door behind him, A.J. headed down to Brian's room. No
one responded to his knock so he moved along to Howie's. It took a moment
but Howie answered the door. He was dripping wet and wearing nothing but a
small white towel. A.J. could tell right away that something was wrong and
that Howie was upset.
"Can I come in?" A.J. asked.
Howie moved out of the way and gestured A.J. in without a word.
The first thing A.J. noticed was that Brian was nowhere to be seen.
"What happened?" A.J. asked.
Howie only looked at him, tears forming in his eyes. He looked
like a child lost in a shopping center. A.J. moved towards him and
embraced him in a tight hug, not caring that his clothes got wet. Howie
cried softly into his shoulder, his body shaking so much that his towel
fell to the floor. A.J. pulled Howie in tighter and walked him over to the
couch. They sat down, both men noticing for the first time that Howie was
naked. He blushed and covered himself with a throw cushion.
"I don't know what happened..." Howie began, choking out the words.
"Was it what happened last night?" A.J. asked.
"No, I mean yes, but not what you're thinking. Last night was great, I
loved it and I thought Brian did too, but afterwards he got mad at me and
told me to leave him alone. Why A.J.? Why was he so mean to me?"
A.J. wished he had the answers that Howie needed, but only one
person knew those. He rocked Howie gently back and forth, causing the
cushion to fall to the floor. This time Howie didn't bother feeling
ashamed, he was too far gone in grief to care. He rested his head in
A.J.'s lap and curled up in a ball. A.J. ran his fingers through Howie's
wet hair, wishing he could make everything all right.
He heard the door open and looked up to see Brian standing there.
His smile evaporated at the sight of them on the couch. Howie didn't see
him, but A.J. opened his mouth to explain. He didn't have a chance. Brian
muttered something that sounded like "I'm too late" before turning and
running from the room.
****************************
Zach rolled over and gazed out the window. God it was raining
hard, that must have been what woke him up. After all of last night's
exertions, he was still pretty damn tired. He got out of bed and went to
take a closer look, even from inside the hotel room he could feel the
static energy in the air. It made his naked body tingle with excitement.
Zach had always loved the rain, especially thunder storms.
Before he'd met Atlanta, Zach had been a med student, with big
dreams of becoming a doctor. He'd always been a bright student, with
straight As, so Medical School almost seemed a given. His first semester
there was a disaster though. Not that he didn't know his stuff, but
because his roommate turned out to be one of the most gorgeous hunks of
manhood ever to walk this planet. Tall, over 6 foot, with a chiseled jaw
and shoulder-length blond locks, Gregory, was everything Zach had ever
wanted in a man. He'd always been partial to blonds, and Gregory brought
blond to a whole new level.
At the time, Zach was still a shy young man, a little on the skinny
side and lacked he lacked any kind of confidence. They shared a small
room, and Zach was always on edge whenever they were both in the room
together. At night, even though he tried to contain himself he often
masturbated, with thoughts of Gregory in mind. He never thought to wonder
if Gregory might think the same way, assuming it as an impossibility.
One night, Zach had been out late studying and only got back to the
room late. He walked into discover Gregory sitting on the edge of Zach's
bed, sniffing his pillow. His pants were down around his knees and his
large, eight inch erection stood tall and proud. Zach froze at the sight
of the man of his dreams pleasuring himself to Zach's scent. Gregory,
turned red with embarrassment and let out a sob. He yanked his pants back
up and pushed past Zach who was numb with shock in the doorway. Coming to
his senses, Zach gave chase, right out of the building.
As he ran after Gregory, a storm could be heard brewing overhead. They
ran for close to twenty minutes, right out into the middle of a field.
Finally Gregory could run no longer and collapsed to his knees,
crying. Just as Zach caught up, the skies opened up and dumped a downpour
of water onto them. Zach knelt down in front of Gregory and told him he
wanted him to, and that he had nothing to be ashamed of.
They had made love right there that night, the first time with a
man for both, as the thunder and lighting clashed up above. When it was
over they were covered with mud, and freezing with cold, but for that
little while, they had both been completely at one with nature. It had
been as if they had absorbed the energy in the air and turned it into one
another.
Zach felt the head of his penis touch the cold glass of the window
and realized that he was hard. Thinking of that first time with Gregory
always aroused his passions. He'd had sex in the rain since then, but it
has usually turned out to be a disappointing experience. His partners
never understood what it was all about and complained at being wet and
muddy. The storm had never quite been right either, but this, now this was
a storm to be reckoned with. This storm had power, had energy. There was
no way he could let it go to waste. And he knew just who could join him,
just who would understand. Nick. This storm would be the perfect
opportunity to give Nick his first experience, just as a similar storm had
introduced Zach to the joys of man on man sex. He had fine tuned his
abilities with Atlanta, but it had been that night with Gregory which had
provided him with the spark, with the passion.
Zach hastily pulled on some clothes. He had to go find Nick before
they had to leave for Vancouver. He didn't have much time, but they had to
make time. He had to share this experience with Nick. Finished dressing,
Zach pulled open his door to reveal Atlanta standing there, one hand in the
air as if she had been about to knock.
"Going somewhere?" she asked, pushing Zach back into the room and slamming
the door behind her.
"I..I was going to go find Nick before we have to leave" Zach replied
testily.
"My, my, aren't we snarky this morning..." Atlanta returned pleasantly.
She walked over to a chair and sprawled in it luxuriantly.
"Look, I'd really like to take care of-"
"I had a nice little chat with Nick Carter last night" Atlanta interrupted.
Zach's heart almost stopped. He remembered her words the other
day, how she had taunted him and James that perhaps she would be best
equipped to deflower Nick....
"About what?" was all he could think to ask.
"Oh, this and that" Atlanta taunted Zach, enjoying his obvious discomfort.
"Did you...." Zach could not even finish the sentence, he felt ill.
"Did I... what? Strap his feet to the bedposts, strap on a dildo and ride
him into ecstacy?"
"NO!" Zach screamed.
Atlanta laughed in his face and ordered Zach to remove his
clothing. It was time for him to remember who was boss. Zach, barely
controlling his tears, obeyed his order, removing the very clothes he'd
just put on. Atlanta ordered him to lie down on the bed face down, and
then lashed his arms and legs to bedposts with leather straps.
It had been a while since she'd had Zach bonded, and it showed in his
growing weakness. Kevin's face popped into her head, and she imagined for
a moment that this was Kevin laying on the bed before her.
"Atlanta please..." Zach begged. He had to get to Nick, he just had
to... what had Atlanta done to him?!
"Silence!"
Atlanta put aside her thoughts of Kevin, concentrating on the task
at hand. Reaching into her bag, she drew out her whip. She tapped Zach
one the ass with it, slowly building up the strength of her strikes. She
could hear him whimper slightly. God, he had gotten weak.
"Don't cry Zach. Be a man. You know, Nick cried even worse than you did.
He screamed like a little girl" Atlanta lied.
Zach let out a loud sob, and Atlanta whipped him harder. She
reached into her bag and drew out her favorite dildo. Large and black, it
was the one she had used the other night. She strapped it on and then
forced her way into Zach.
"And then I took this little ol' dildo and made Nicky boy scream some more.
Then I made him beg." Atlanta taunted Zach again, even more cruelly. Zach
sobbed again in response as Atlanta rammed in hard.
"Please Atlanta, please, tell me you didn't please. Please, oh please"
Zach begged and cried. His earlier fascinations with the storm forgotten,
as he was overtaken with grief for Nick's lost innocence.
Atlanta dismounted Zach and looked down on him scornfully. How
quickly he had lost his edge. And James was just as bad. He would have to
be punished too.
"I did nothing to Nick Carter last night Zach" Atlanta explained. Zach
looked back at her, his eyes full of tears.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing. But you had better do something soon or else I will" she replied
gravely. Zach swallowed hard and nodded his head.
Atlanta went around and undid Zach's hands and feet. She also
tended to his wounds, a few nicks from the whip on his buttocks. Zach
barely said a word as she poured rubbing alcohol onto the gashes. Then he
finally spoke.
"James and I did get some action last night though. We ran into Kevin in
the steamroo-
Zach's sentence cut off as he screamed out loud. At the mention of
Kevin's name, Atlanta had squeezed one of the gashes. Realizing what she
had done, she tried to act like nothing had happened.
"Go on" she said.
"Uh, sure. We ran into him in the steamroom. At first he protested but
then we tag teamed him, one on either side. He really got into it. And
you were right, boy is that guy HUGE."
"There, all done" Atlanta said, rolling Zach over and getting up off the
bed.
She picked up her toys and put them back into her bag, trying her
hardest to pretend that everything was fine. It was not fine. Atlanta was
feeling jealous, jealous that they had used Kevin without her permission.
He was hers after all.... They were ALL hers. Fuck, she wished Zach would
stop staring at her with that fucking half-smile of his on his mouth. Did
he suspect that she was breaking her own rule, that she was getting
personally involved?
The phone rang and Zach rolled over to answer it. Atlanta was glad
to have his eyes off of her. Things really were going exceptionally well.
They already had three of the Boys under control, and they had only been
here a week. She was still concerned about this Burchard character though.
Hopefully they could find out more about him when they got to Vancouver.
"Flight's canceled" she heard Zach say behind her.
"Sorry?" she said, turning around.
"That was James, he's on his way up from the lobby. Apparently the plane
can't take off in this shit. So the good news is, we have another day
here." Zach was already thinking of getting Nick outside in the storm
again. He just wished he could figure out a way to get James out of the
way. He was tired of sharing Nick, he wanted the guy to himself.
"That's good, we could use the time. Now, before we do anything else we
need to check on our slaves and see how they're feeling this morning."
Atlanta leveled Zach with a look, well aware of who he was thinking about.
"Sure. Okay" Zach replied. He knew she was right; they had to make sure
that Brian and Howie remained submissive. Nick would have to wait till
they were done.
He got up and got dressed for the second time this morning, gazing
longingly out the window at the storm. When he was done, he and Atlanta
headed down the hall in the direction of Brian's room. They were just
getting there when A.J. and Howie emerged from Howie's bedroom. Howie was
hopping on one foot as he pulled on his second shoe. It looked like he had
gotten dressed in a hurry.
"Where are you two going?" Atlanta demanded, she and Zach making a wall in
front of them.
"We don't have time to explain" Howie blurted out.
"Excuse me?" Atlanta asked archly.
A.J. quickly glanced downward, bowing his head. He seemed nervous
though, and fidgety. Howie looked blankly at her, not comprehending.
Annoyed, she pushed him backward. Still on one foot, Howie toppled easily.
Zach guided A.J. back into the room by the elbow and closed the door behind
them.
"No, Howie said, I need to go after Brian!"
"And where has Brian gone?" Zach asked.
"I don't know, but he's upset he thinks-
"Enough!" Atlanta hollered.
A.J. jumped and instinctually dropped to his knees at her tone.
Howie noticed, and finally began to realize what kind of trouble he was in.
The conflict was evident on his face, he didn't know whether to go after
Brian or stay with his mistress and master.
"On your knees Howie" Zach ordered.
Howie got up onto his knees, but couldn't stop wringing his hands,
clearly overcome with anxiety.
"Please master, I must go find Brian" he pleaded.
"No, Atlanta said, You do not. We will find Brian for you very soon, rest
assured."
"But..." Howie began.
"But nothing!" Atlanta and Zach yelled in unison.
Howie bowed his head, sobbing softly. Zach made a motion to A.J.,
who began to remove his clothing. Atlanta gave Howie a look, and he did
the same. Within moments both young men were naked. Atlanta reached into
her bag and pulled out two collars which she handed to them to put on.
They snapped them in place and looked up at her expectantly. With the
collar on, Howie seemed to have given himself over to them. Almost all
traces of his anxiety over Brian were gone. A good sign. Howie and
A.J. were ordered to go kneel in opposite corners and did so, they're round
butts sticking out into the room.
Atlanta and Zach drew close and discussed the situation. Clearly
Brian had lost the eagerness he'd displayed last night, and he could pose a
problem. They would wait here till James showed up and then two of them
would go search for Brian while the other stayed here with their new slaves
and helped to teach Howie the ropes. Zach tried to hide his disappointment
at once again missing out on Nick. Atlanta continued to keep secret the
fact that Nick had walked in on them last night. If Zach found out he'd
fly off the handle and go looking for the blond immediately, and she needed
him concentrating on other matters right now. She just wished James would
hurry up......
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James tried to keep his cool at the constant delays in the elevator
ride. It seemed like someone was either getting in or getting out on every
floor. Once the elevator had even gone back down again to pick someone up.
He was resolved now. All the time he'd been talking to the reporters, his
thoughts had only been of Nick. He was determined to go to him now and
tell him how he felt, how much he loved him. If he had any doubts about it
this morning, he didn't now. James knew he was supposed to join Atlanta
and Zach, but knowing Zach's love of storms the way he did, he knew he
couldn't waste any time. He was willing to chance their disapproval for
Nick's sake.
The elevator arrived on his floor and James said a little prayer of
thanks. The doors opened and James was about to step out when he realized
that Burchard the security guard was standing in front of him.
"Excuse me" James said, trying to slide by, but he was blocked by one of
Burchard's arms.
"Not so fast buddy" Burchard snarled.
Before James realized what was even happening, he was pushed back
into the elevator. Burchard followed him in and pushed a button at random.
As soon as the elevator was in motion, he pressed the "Stop" button and the
came to a jerking halt. James looked up at the much larger man, who
towered over him, his hands on his hips. He did not look happy.
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End of Chapter 9