Sebastian and His Woodsmen
~ Part 2 ~
Previously published novella (reworked, new edition)
Copyright © 2018 Evelise Archer
The pounding in his head was like a hammer hitting a spike, but instead of being impaled on a railroad tie, it was slicing through his skull. Sebastian tried to open his eyes, but he didn’t think it was working, the heaviness impeding his progress.
“Come on handsome, open your eyes and let us see what color they are.” He heard a voice, but couldn’t be sure where it was coming from, or from whom. He remembered that he was coming out of the woods to cross the small road, he wanted to follow the river and hole up in an abandoned encampment, but the next thing he knew…what had happened again? Oh shit, he was clipped by an SUV, that’s what happened. Where was he? And who did that voice belong to? It was soft-spoken and …finally, his eyes started to flutter open.
“Prop him up Gage so he can take a small sip of the tea. He’s probably thirsty.”
Sebastian felt himself being moved up a silky sheet and propped on the softest down feathered pillows. Someone, the man named Gage, he presumed, held a cup to his lips and he sipped the liquid.
“Aaahh, what the….” sputtered Sebastian. “What is that?”
“Sorry, I guess I should have warned you. I put brandy in the tea.” Sebastian turned toward the voice and looked into the crispest blue eyes he had ever seen. The man was striking. His eyes looked directly into Sebastian’s soul. No, not looked, more like pierced. They were crystal drops of ice that hung from his bedroom window sill in the dead of winter on a frigid night. The type of icicles that you broke off and sucked. Oh shit, just thinking the word sucked, made Sebastian’s cock rock hard as he stared at the man.
Sebastian shifted in the bed to distract from his growing erection, when he realized he was naked. How in the hell did he get naked? Once again, blue eyes spoke. “I’m sorry that I clipped you with the SUV. I swear I never saw you come out of the woods. You did it so fast and I swerved but…”
“It’s okay. It was my fault, really. I should have been paying attention and not running like the hounds of hell were after me,” stated Sebastian.
“Baby, were the hounds after you?” asked Gage. Sebastian stared at the man startled by the endearment bestowed upon him. Suddenly realizing he was naked. A very, very naked young man, with the slight tent under the comforter making its presence known more and more.
“My name is Sebastian and I am…” Just as he was going to finish the sentence, Brighton shouted…”Holy shit! You’re the prince, Prince Sebastian. That’s who we will love and protect! Gage, what the hell?”
Sebastian stared at the man with the silver eyes and long brown hair. His hair was so long that it was braided and appeared to go half way down his back. Sebastian wasn’t sure what the man’s name was, but he knew the blonde Adonis was Gage, according to silver eyes. There went that damn cock again, rising.
“What do you mean ‘love and protect’,” Sebastian stammered.
“I saw her in a vision, a dream, and she told me you would come to us and that yes, we would love and protect you. I can’t believe you are here. A vision,” exclaimed Gage.
An overwhelming need to fuck struck all the men at once. Avril scooped him out of the bed and Sebastian let out a soft whimper.
“The master bedroom, now,” declared Avril. “Fuck first, then talk.”
“I don’t even know all your names,” declared Sebastian as he was whisked into another room.
The giant carrying him, with the black hair that was almost blue, whispered in his ear, “My name is Avril. Dylan brought you the tea and that’s Brighton, opening the door, and Gage is the one who had the vision.” Brighton turned and gave him the sexiest smile he had ever seen.
Sebastian knew in his heart and soul this was the right thing to do. He was bonded to these men, even if he had just met them in the flesh. For years he knew his destiny was to meet them. He wasn’t even that nervous at the thought of being fucked by four men, four very large men. Sebastian had waited for this moment all his life and he was going to enjoy it and everything else be damned.
Sebastian felt cherished while placed on their oversized bed and Avril settled between his splayed thighs. Sebastian imagined his pale skin shone against the blood red comforter. His cock stood very proud and tall from a nest of silky dark hair, begging to be caressed, licked, and kissed. His nipples peaked, he shivered from the lust-filled intensity of four sets of eyes as they bore into his soul. Sebastian was overwhelmed with emotion. He had only just met the men and yet, they looked at him as if he was the most precious jewel in the royal crown. Four sets of hungry eyes pierced his soul, as if he was dessert on the menu. No, he was the appetizer, salad, soup. All seven courses. He had never had anyone look at him with such love and lust before. It was actually frightening.
Did love at first sight truly exist? While Sebastian looked at each of his would-be lovers, he believed in his heart, it did exist, and he had found it in these four breathtakingly beautiful men.
Sebastian watched as Brighton sat on the bed to the right of him.
“Your skin is so beautiful,” he stated, whispering, as if he had a secret that only the privileged could hear.
Dylan and Gage nodded as they stalked toward the bed, beautiful, sleek, jungle cats. Their muscular and sinewy bodies ready to fuck. Sebastian sucked in a breath, they were the men of his dreams.
Sebastian’s shins and thighs were stimulated as Avril rubbed them, never going high enough to reach his groin, callouses caressed the hairs on his legs, trying to calm his nervous shivers, but to no avail. “Uh,” Sebastian whimpered at the sensation. Avril rubbed and Brighton leaned down to suckle a nipple, suckling like a baby on his mother’s tit. The perk bud rose from the stimulation. Brighton scraped the bud with his teeth, elicited a deep moan from, not only Sebastian, but Dylan and Gage, as well.
“Oh please, someone touch me,” Sebastian moaned. His senses were in overdrive. He had never been touched in this manner. Sure, he touched his own cock before and jacked himself off, maybe even played with his ass a time or two, but nothing compared to the hot breath of a lover whispering soft kisses on his overheated skin. The scrape of teeth on his nipples was far better than the pinching or plucking he had done to himself. He was now nervous. Very nervous.
“Baby, we plan to do that and a whole lot more,” said Dylan as he licked across Sebastian’s lips.
Sebastian was overwhelmed as Dylan began to fuck his mouth with his tongue, thrusting the small appendage in and out. Gage leaned over and began to kiss Avril, while he stroked Sebastian’s throbbing rod. Slowly, Dylan worked his way from Sebastian’s lips to his jaw, chin, working downward toward his neck with gentle kisses. Brighton sucked the other nipple, tugging on the previously ravished one. Gage released Avril’s lips and looked at him with adoring eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, pecking his lips.
“I know big guy, I know,” Avril replied.
Sebastian was astonished at the love radiating from them. To be given the opportunity to partake in that love was simply amazing. He saw the way the four men acted with each other and felt their friendship and love emanate through every touch, caress, and kiss. How did he get so lucky as to land in the arms of Gage, Brighton, Avril, and Dylan?
Sebastian found himself being turned onto all fours, hands always caressing him. He was not sure whose hand was whose, but he was always being touched, revered by his lovers. A true specimen of beauty. Sebastian felt Dylan slide underneath him until he was level with his cock. Dylan licked the bulbous head, slipping his tongue into the slit, and Sebastian shuddered. His balls hung heavy with seed, and swayed to and fro from the motion of Dylan’s ministrations, as he tongue-fucked the slit. While Sebastian’s cock was being stimulated by Dylan’s tongue, Avril began to rim his asshole, loosening the tight bud until the muscle began to soften and open. He trembled as Avril lapped at his nether region. Sebastian had not realized what he had missed by never having a lover. He almost felt ashamed at his wanton nature. Panting and moaning, begging for more. He felt his blood flow through his body, tingles swept through him, a whirlwind storm ready to explode and burst forth. Soon Avril’s tongue left his body and he silently screamed at the vacancy.
Avril reached for the oil, warmed it in his two fingers and rubbed the loosened muscle with the digits. He carefully inserted the tip into Sebastian’s hole. He remained very still until Sebastian became accustomed to the invasion. He then buried the finger to the knuckle, kept it still leaning over and kissing Sebastian’s neck.
“Okay, baby?” he asked, as he rubbed Sebastian’s back and soothed his nerves.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Feels so good.”
Avril began to move his finger in and out of Sebastian’s channel then added a second finger, stretching him and scissoring his insides until his fingers found that secret nub that would send a man over the edge. Sebastian was stunned when Avril touched it deep inside him. He had no idea this pleasure existed. All the times he entered his own ass, he’d never gone far enough in to find this prize.
“What?” he moaned, he panted, pleaded for the stimulation to never stop, lest he implode.
“That’s a wonderful male secret,” chortled Avril. “It makes everything better. I’m going to make you soar.”
Sebastian soon found himself eye to eye with Brighton, beautiful eyes stared at him with lustfulness. Sweet Jesus, could it get any better than this?
“Hey baby,” purred Brighton as he glided his tongue across Sebastian’s lips. Brighton plundered his mouth as Gage plundered Brighton’s ass, preparing him for his cock. Both Brighton and Sebastian were about to be fucked, royally. Once Gage pushed Brighton to the point of no return, he eased him off Sebastian’s lips, applied lube to his rod and gently glided him down his cock.
“Damn, my favorite part, the stretch and burn by a fat cock,” Brighton stammered.
“What a view,” exclaimed Dylan from under Sebastian, Sebastian figured they would all be satisfied in a few moments.
Once Brighton was impaled on Gage’s cock, Avril slowly began to ease himself into Sebastian’s tight channel. He allowed his cock head to enter the ringed muscles. Inch by excruciating inch he moved forward, grabbing more lube and pouring some more on his member to ease the way.
“Relax, baby. Push out and let me in, don’t fight the sensation. Watching my dick disappear into your tight body is a thing of beauty,” said Avril. Once he was fully seated in Sebastian, Avril gently turned his head, until his mouth captured Brighton’s dick. All five men were now connected. Avril was inside Sebastian, Dylan sucking him while being jerked off by Avril, Sebastian sucking Brighton and Gage fucking Brighton. If anyone were to look into the room, they would see a symphony of sweaty, moaning men, connected not only in body, but also in soul.
Each man sought the pleasure of another before seeking his own. A rhythm slowly began to take hold, fluid movement in and out of any number of orifices. No man could talk. Words were not needed as they plundered each other. Pants, moans, and heavy breathing were all that could be heard, each nearing their release, yet wanting another to orgasm first.
“I can’t last much longer,” panted Gage. “I need you to come, anyone." Sebastian bucked wildly as his channel was pillaged by Avril and his mouth was stuffed with a beautiful cock. He felt Brighton’s cock begin to enlarge, he didn’t know if he could stretch his mouth wide enough to handle the blood engorged member. Brighton panted, “Coming…” and exploded, filling Sebastian’s mouth with the sweet and salty taste of his seed. Sebastian swallowed each and every drop, wasting not a single bit. Avril punished his ass while he jerked Dylan with ferocity. One, two, three more jerks of Dylan’s dick, Avril pressed his thumbnail into his slit and Dylan shouted and shot all over Sebastian’s chest, thus causing a chain reaction of the most mind-blowing orgasms they had ever experienced. Avril exploded inside Sebastian as Gage erupted in Brighton. Sebastian felt his balls churn and his member thicken as Dylan stroked him from base to tip. One final twist of his helmet and Sebastian came. Sebastian reached toward his chest and rubbed a finger through the cum that was painted on him. Sebastian licked his finger, the essence of Dylan, tangy and sweet. Sebastian looked up at him, Dylan’s pupils were dilated with satisfaction, and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
No one could talk, all high on sex and lust, each tried to hold each other up lest someone fall and collapse.
“No one better fall guys, because I do not plan on getting squished. Monkey in the middle is one thing, but…”
Gage chuckled and slipped from Brighton’s ass and went to the bathroom to get a few warm cloths. He handed one to Avril, who began to clean a very tired and sated Sebastian, while Gage cleaned Brighton and Dylan. Cum leaked out of Brighton and Sebastian’s asses and seed had covered Dylan. Once done, the wash clothes were tossed on the floor toward the bathroom and the men turned to snuggle on the giant bed. Avril and Gage were on the outside and faced each other. Brighton spooned in front of Gage with Dylan on Brighton’s chest and a leg thrown over Brighton and Gage. Sebastian was in front of Avril wrapped in his cocoon of warmth with his head rested on Brighton’s shoulder. Good thing Gage and Avril were big men because they both extended their arms and legs toward each other and created a blanket of warmth, enveloping them all in safety and love. A quiet calm befell the men, their eyes began to drift closed and sleep enveloped them.
A note from Evelise
Sebastian and his four lovers do get their HEA and discover the culprit and bring them to justice. And of course, there’s more hot SEX. This story was originally published under a publisher (no longer in business). The story is currently in the rewritten, reediting stage and the hope is to submit to a new publisher in the foreseeable future.
Deacon Archer is also a Dom and part owner of Club Rebellion and he is in love with Shane Wise. Together Shane and Deacon must decide if the love they feel can withstand the scrutiny they fear if their relationship is revealed.
Can two dominants truly forge a relationship? Will secret desires open up a new world and allow Shane to be the man he was intended to be or will veiled dominance get in the way?
"This was one hell of a night," Shane stated. His thoughts were jumbled.
His lover nodded and stared at Shane while slowly revealing inch after inch of flesh. Shane's partner took his time when it came to disrobing.
Shane hadn't moved because he was too busy being tortured by his lover's sensualness and seductiveness. The man before him was sexy as fuck. Tall, slender build, and a killer smile. Damn, Shane loved him.
"You going to ogle me all night or get undressed? We have unattended business," the sexy-as-fuck guy indicated.
"Someone's in a dominating mood, I see," Shane responded as he began to undress.
"Oh, hell yeah. Seeing the mighty Dalton fall got me all revved up. I needed to get out of there fast so I could come home and fuck you."
"You sure are a sweet talker." Shane let his vest hit the floor, followed by his pants. He'd gone commando, so there'd be less to pick up when they were done. He slowly sashayed toward the very large sleigh bed that dominated his lover's bedroom.
The piece of furniture sat in the middle of the black leather-covered wall and was framed by floggers and whips. Very sleek and kinky.
Shane smiled as the warmth from his partner seared into his back and comforted him. He slowed his movements and wiggled his derriere because he knew full well that his actions would excite his companion more.
Shane knew he was a good-looking guy. He was six-foot-three-inches of muscle. He'd been told that he was built like a brick shit house because of his large chest, lean and trim waist, and large thighs. He had a nice body that was sporadically covered in freckles. He was ginger with streaks of honey throughout his curly hair, and peridot-colored eyes framed by ginger-honeyed lashes. Even his cock was surrounded by the reddish-blond hue.
While glancing over his shoulder, Shane whispered, "See something ya like?" He clenched his ass. Once atop the bed, he turned, opened his legs wide, and began to stroke himself from base to tip. Precome leaked from his seven-inch cut cock and helped ease the slow, languid strokes. After watching his lover's eyes go dark with lust, Shane chuckled as he continued to stroke his cock. "I'm waiting," he drawled.
Shane didn't have to wait long as the sexy fucker divested himself of all the yards of leather he was wearing and slinked up the bed toward him like a large cat stalking its prey. Shane was his next meal, and lover man was ready to eat. His chocolate brown eyes stared at Shane and penetrated his soul.
God, how Shane loved him. Had for many years now. But for some reason, something always got in the way of a true relationship. Work, friends, whatever. Hell, maybe even themselves. They'd never gotten the synchronicity right to make the relationship permanent. But how could they really? Would people understand? They lived in a complicated world, and mixing pleasure with business didn't always work out for even the strongest couples. It would've been especially difficult with everything the two of them brought to the table.
For now, their evening was just beginning, and Shane had planned to enjoy himself. Pitching, receiving, who gave a fuck as long as he got his man any way he could get him.
Shane reached up, gently pulled his lover toward him, and planted a soft kiss to his lips. He licked his lover's bottom lip while nibbling and probing. His partner opened his mouth and allowed Shane's tongue to perform a sensual dance that entwined with its mate. Soon though, Shane felt his lover's dominance overtake him and control the kisses. He was demanding, forceful, and controlling; just the way Shane liked it. No, treasured it.
Shane's cock was hard as granite. It was trapped between their bodies and in need of fast relief. Shane broke the kiss. "I need you now in any way I can have you. I don't give a fuck."
His lover nodded and retrieved the lube that was always hidden under the pillow. "No playing. I think we both need to take the edge off after tonight. Then we can play all we want later," the man whispered huskily.
"Yes. Oh, God. Yes. Please."
All other thoughts left Shane's head as his man prepared his ass for the taking. This was for them and them alone. Shane could deal with everything else later. He knew the moment of truth was approaching and that he'd be forced to come clean and face the others. He only hoped that when the time came, their business partners wouldn't only accept his choices, but understand why they'd been made. But Shane didn't give a fuck at the moment. The only thing on his mind was the man above him and what was soon to come.
"When did you say Dalton and Eldridge were getting back from their honeymoon?" Shane asked his business partners with a slight edge to his voice. Shane, Dalton Peters, Johnson Petri, and Deacon Archer were best friends and business partners in Club Rebellion, a swanky, high-end BDSM club located in Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia. The club was in high demand, but that didn't stop Dalton from whisking the love of his life and newly collared submissive, Eldridge, off to the islands of Turks and Caicos.
"What crawled up your ass today?" Johnson scoffed as he poured himself another cup of coffee.
The men were at the club for their weekly pow-wow to discuss business; minus Dalton. The topic at hand was demos. Demonstration classes for Master/sub pairing had become very popular, and the men wanted to capitalize on that development. The few times that Dalton had demonstrated and trained others on wax play had been a big hit, and the businessmen wanted to corner the market with more clinics.
Shane threaded his fingers through his hair. "Nothing. I'm just tired. It's been a crazy few weeks with the ceremony. You know, helping El and Issy get their business up and running. I'm good, bro, really. Sorry."
Shane and the others had practically worked around the clock to help Dalton's partner, Eldridge, and Johnson's partner, Isabella Catana, launch their own business. Eldridge and Issy, friends since second grade, had finally made their dream come true when the fruits of their labor came to fruition in Beautiful Counsel. Between Eldridge's acquisition skills and Issy's design talent, the two merged wonderfully. They'd buy properties, refurbish them, and resell them for a profit. Or they'd hire other people to do those services for clients.
They'd all worked together to create offices in Issy and Dalton's homes and convert Eldridge's loft apartment into a design showroom. Shane and Deacon never wavered in their desire to assist Dalton and Johnson's subs with getting Beautiful Counsel off the ground. Eldridge and Issy would have an abundance of work once the honeymooners returned because the calls were already coming in. The profits for all the silent partners would be plentiful.
Johnson eyed his friend speculatively and shook his head. "Maybe you need to do a scene. You know, to take the edge off?"
Panic built in Shane's stomach at his friend's suggestion. The last thing he needed was more questions. He forced a smile while struggling for composure. "Nah, I'm good. I'll probably hang around and watch James do his demo. He's loving all the wax-play tricks Dalton taught him. I hear Josiah loves it as well," Shane chuckled.
"What about you, Deacon?" asked Johnson.
"I'll hang for a while, but I'm calling it an early night as well. I have some business calls to make, and the time difference means I can't make them until late tonight. Sam and Tony are on tonight, so the club will run well even if we're not here."
Sam the bouncer and Tony the bartender had been working at Club Rebellion practically from its inception, and all the partners trusted them to handle things if they weren't around. The owners understood discretion when it came to the guests, as did all the employees.
Johnson began again, "The business at hand -- demos? Deacon, you up for a flogging clinic? It can be a private clinic instead of on the floor."
Shane listened as Deacon and Johnson discussed the details of the clinic. A flogging clinic. Deacon was a master at bringing a sub to the brink -- to subspace -- and then leaving them hanging there in the twilight zone while their body soared before tipping over the edge; the edge of pure bliss and shattering orgasm. He'd watched Deacon do that a hundred times and never got tired of seeing the look of power on Deacon's face or the erotic serenity on the sub's. Deacon didn't need to fuck submissives to put that look on their faces. He simply needed to wield his leather straps. Shane knew.
"Let me think about it, floor or private. Also, I need a sub." Deacon scratched the side of his head pensively. "James is doing the wax demo tonight, so I should catch him beforehand to talk to him about Josiah. Maybe he'll let me use Josiah for the flogging demo."
The men continued to discuss business for the better part of the afternoon until Johnson finally broke up their meeting. "Hey, how about dinner? Issy is up to her pretty little collar in paperwork, phone calls, and sorting through potential clients for Beautiful Counsel. I'll sure as hell be glad when Eldridge gets back because I seem to be seeing less and less of my gorgeous wife."
Deacon followed Johnson and Shane out of the office and said, "Can you two grab our table? I'll be there in a few?"
Shane strode past Johnson and made his way to the table. There was a slight tightening in his chest. Fuck. What if James allowed Deacon to use his sub? It's not like Deacon would fuck the guy, but still.
The thought of Deacon bringing Josiah to subspace unnerved Shane to his very core. After he took his seat at the table, Shane initiated a new topic of conversation with Johnson. "What's it gonna be? Steak and lobster tonight or --"
Johnson jumped ahead of him. "Do you think James will let Deacon use Josiah for his demo? Or should he find someone with more experience? It's not like Deacon's gonna fuck him, just use his body as a canvas."
"Deacon can use whoever he wants. He's the Master." Shane unfolded his napkin and placed it on his lap. What did he care who Deacon used as a sub for a demo? Who was he kidding? Shane guided the subject away from the demo discussion for the time being and toward the safe topic of food ordering. "What do you want to eat? Here comes Sandy to get the order."
Sitting in the owner's booth provided any of the men and their partners with instant service, thus a cute twink made his way to Shane and Johnson. Sandy didn't deserve the brunt of his foul attitude. Shane couldn't pinpoint the cause exactly, but he was tired of all the shit. He just wanted things to be easier but didn't see that happening in the foreseeable future.
"How's it going tonight, Sandy?" Shane asked the man with purple-tipped blond hair as he set down glasses of water and coffee cups.
The servers knew the Masters didn't indulge in alcohol before a potential scene, so coffee and water were always served unless otherwise directed.
"Good, Master Shane. Thank you for asking." Sandy kept his eyes down.
The twinks had permission to look directly at Doms if they were being spoken to for food and drink orders. But Sandy was painfully shy, so his eyes remained downcast. Shane didn't know much about the young man, but he'd surmised that Sandy hadn't had an easy life. He was twitchy, and the only person he'd ever seen Sandy converse with was Tony the bartender.
Tony was training to be a Dom, and Shane had worked with him numerous times. He wondered if Sandy hoped to catch Tony's eye as his submissive once Tony was ready to take on his own sub. Sandy deserved someone that would treasure him, and Shane could easily picture Tony and Sandy together.
"Can I take your and Master Johnson's orders?"
"Actually, Master Deacon is joining us as well, so one more service set, please. We'll all have medium-rare steaks and lobster platters. Thank you." Shane smiled at the boy as he spoke.
He watched Sandy nod his head, smile reservedly, then walk away to fill their orders.
"About the clinic, Shane?"
Fuck. Johnson could beat a horse to death when he got stuck on a topic. Shane's need for Johnson to let the subject drop crawled up his spine, but it appeared that Johnson wouldn't relent.
"Maybe Deacon could use Sandy?" Johnson interjected as he brought his coffee cup to his lips and eyed Shane over the rim.
Shane pursed his mouth and started to speak but told himself that it was for the best to say nothing. His mood hadn't improved since the daily meeting.
"Hold down the fort. I need to hit the head." Shane excused himself from the booth and treaded to the bathroom. He needed a minute or two to compose himself before Deacon returned to the table. Especially if he couldn't steer the conversation away from Deacon's use of another sub. It was getting more difficult to see Deacon work with others when he wanted to be the canvas.
By the time Shane returned to the table, the food had arrived and so had Deacon. Shane made eye contact with his friend, but the frown on Deacon's face told Shane that the man wasn't happy. They sat in silence and watched the crowd.
Business was good. The club was busy every night whether for play, demos, or dining. BDSM drew the crowd. Especially at Club Rebellion.
Sandy brought their dinners, and they ate quickly, efficiently, and in silence. The men declined dessert when Sandy returned to clear their serving sets. Shane left a hefty tip on the table for the lovely waiter, and the three men left the club.
Evelise Archer is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She is a new-found lover of tea, and don’t look in her office because what you find may astound you. She currently has twenty tins of tea leaves just waiting to be brewed for her drinking pleasure. She is bilingual, lives in one of the original thirteen colonies, and is a lover of the cold weather and snow. It’s a safe bet that you may find her on the beach in the autumn and winter, but rarely in the summer. She’s been married for over thirty years to a loving man who puts up with her obsession to clean—she currently owns three vacuum cleaners—, read, and spin a tale when the voices speak to her. When she’s not in front of the computer, search her out in the local gym.
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