Friends, Sexcapades and Love Affairs Ch. 12

Everyone clapped as if on cue.

"I think I must collect my check," Adrian said to Edward.

Edward stopped him. "If you want to break the game for real, you shouldn't."

"Just wait and see," Adrian promised.

He took the check and stared at it, while the judges fawned over him for a while. Not satisfied, my ass, Adrian thought. "Thanks for the dough," he said and jumped off the stage.

Everyone followed him with their eyes. Adrian made himself way through the sea of people until his eyes fell on the person he wanted to see. Germaine's eyes turned into saucers when Adrian dropped the check on his tray. "I told you I tip well." And then he added, "Maybe split it with the others?" He gestured to the other waiters leaning against the bar, in as much shock as everyone else.

"Sure," Germaine said, and his face stretched into a smile.

The working staff began clapping now, and this time, Adrian knew that their admiration and gratitude were genuine. If the other people in the room took offense, they either knew how to hide it well, or they were in too much shock to understand what had just happened. In their perfect little world, most probably, no one believed that a guy below their station could give away that kind of money on what seemed like a whim.

Adrian liked to believe that it was a calculated move. In that world, in which he only had to be because of Edward, he needed allies with eyes and ears everywhere. Yes, calculated, he told himself once more as he watched Edward walking over to him. The green eyes were shining, and Adrian couldn't recall seeing them like that. There was a key to that man's heart, and Adrian believed that he had just found it.

"I think we need to withdraw to one of the private rooms for a little breather," Edward said, loud enough for those around them to take a hint.

They did appear interested in making his acquaintance now, but Adrian couldn't care less. Now he just wanted to see the inside of a private room in that place. Edward linked one hand around his arm and guided him away from the crowd.

***

Adrian plopped down on the fluffy pillows on the giant bed and put on a smirk. "So, Master," he said as he placed his hands under his head and crossed his ankles, "what did you think?"

Edward began pacing the room. There was a sort of energy going through him, and Adrian was curious to learn all about it. "That was ... different, Adrian!"

"Yeah, different," Adrian confirmed. "But did you like it?"

"Why did you do it?"

Adrian paused to think his next words carefully. "Your rich world is full of assholes, Edward, and not the nice kind. I wanted to show them that a middle-class gorilla like myself can take them down a peg or two."

"So you didn't do it for me, then?" Edward seemed intrigued.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Edward." Adrian was well aware he was walking a thin line. But Brown's words from earlier were still irking him. If he wanted Edward, really wanted him, he needed to show no signs of weakness, no matter how honest they were. "I didn't think of you at all," he added, lying through his teeth.

Edward stopped and looked at him. And then, he burst into laughter. "I thought you were an honest man, Adrian."

Ah, damn, caught. "Hey, I'm trying. I'm still to figure out how to make you fall head over heels with me."

Edward laughed out loud. "That is an ambitious goal, Adrian. But I don't fall head over heels. Never."

"Famous last words," Adrian said with a smirk. "We'll see about that."

"Oh, Adrian," Edward said, and his voice was now kind, "you see how I live. It's not that I don't want to, as you may think. It's that it's impossible. I've seen everything and tried everything."

Adrian laughed. "Oh, damn, the plight of the rich. Should I pity you now? I'm here to tell you that all you've seen here is one hundred percent garbage."

"Excuse me?" Edward said, slightly affronted.

"Yeah. Is anyone here in it for anything genuine? That guy put his arm up his own ass to his elbow. And for what? If he had gone to star in some porn movie and done that, at least he would have been paid fair and square."

Edward seemed a bit puzzled. "So the sex acts around us, tonight, didn't impress you at all?"

"At first, they did. But it's not my kind of party."

"You've been to some sex parties before, a lot tamer than this one. I thought you would like this no-restriction type of entertainment."

Adrian shrugged. "The motivation is all wrong. Fucked up for real. When I went to sex parties before, I was there to feel pleasure pure and simple, not score points on some invisible leaderboard that only some jaded rich people cared about. I understand that everyone's hanging on this social ladder, but life is more than just about impressing your peers and trying to climb a little higher."

Edward watched him in disbelief. "Wow, Adrian. I didn't know you mastered in psychology."

"I've learned some since I work in advertising, and one needs to know how the human mind works. But I'm not a shrink if that's what you're asking."

"Well, I'm impressed. But I feel a bit insulted. Tonight, you looked down on all of us."

Adrian pushed himself up. "No. Don't lump yourself with the others. And I did think of you, too. I wanted you to be the top dog for a change, even if only for a little while." He walked over to Edward and stopped in front of him. "How did it feel?"

Edward cocked his head. His hands were in his pockets, and he didn't appear interested to touch Adrian. But the eyes didn't lie. They glinted in the soft, subdued light, and he was licking his lips now and then. "It was exhilarating for a moment. Most of the time, I worried that you would make total fools of us both."

Adrian put his arms around Edward and pulled him close. "Then you should have a little faith."

It felt so good to kiss. Edward's lips were firm and pleasant as they press slightly like they wanted to bite him. Adrian wasn't at all about doing things by half. He caught Edward's bottom lip with his teeth, and then he launched a full-scale attack. Edward allowed it for a short while and then pushed him away.

"We're supposed to be here only so that I can scold you for your behavior. It's what everyone thinks."

"I don't give a fuck what everyone thinks," Adrian replied. With a wince, he adjusted the snake in his pants. It was enough to kiss Edward once, and he was ready.

"Well, it's also that show you wanted us to attend. It should start shortly. Unless you changed your mind." Edward examined his watch.

Adrian had a mind to skip it. But he was here tonight because he needed to know everything about Edward. "Okay, then let's do that, too. Hey, aren't you supposed to yell at me now just so that others think you really ripped me a new one?"

Edward laughed. "The rooms are soundproof, Adrian."

"Ah, great." Adrian pulled Edward to him once more and, this time, when he kissed him, he made exaggerated obscene sounds.

"Won't you stop it?" Edward scolded him, but his voice was low, and his face was flushed again.

Adrian needed to check, though. He put one hand on Edward's crotch. Yeah, that thing was rock hard. He gave it a short rub through the dress pants. Edward grunted in response.

Adrian pulled away. "So, let's see what Brown the Bully has in mind as entertainment." He didn't repress a smirk as he noticed Edward biting his lips in palpable frustration. "Don't worry; when we get back home tonight, you'll get fucked into tomorrow."

That seemed to have a desirable effect on Edward. The lip-biting intensified. A little frustration didn't hurt anyone. "Sometimes, you're a bit of a prick, Adrian."

"Hey, delayed gratification should feel good, right?"

"What do you know about delayed gratification?"

"Hmm, not much. But I'm learning," Adrian said cheerfully.

***

The basement was, seemingly, properly decorated for the occasion. The walls had been modified so that the basement did give the feeling of a medieval dungeon, but, of course, the air conditioning units discreetly hidden in the ceiling pumped fresh, clean air for everyone to breathe. The electric torches on the walls were a nice touch, but Adrian still believed everything to be artificial and forced. These people were trying too much. Maybe having too much money had that effect on some. They could no longer tell genuine from fake.

"We should sit here," Edward said.

Adrian had told Brown that they would sit the farthest in the back, but now he felt that Edward was too shy to sit in the front row. That was something he couldn't accept; anything this Brown dude thought he had on Edward, even if it was only an imaginary advantage, it had to disappear tonight.

"No, let's just stay over there," Adrian proposed and pointed at the front row.

People were starting to push them from behind, so Edward made a small frustrated sound and followed him. Adrian threw a cocky look around. If they hadn't understood it by now, these people had to, now. He was no plaything, and Edward wasn't his lord and master. They were partners.

A massive X-cross was placed in the middle of the stage. A curtain fell, preventing the audience from seeing what was going on, and people around began whispering excitedly.

"Have these folks never been to a school play?" Adrian whispered in Edward's ear.

Edward threw him an annoyed look. "For the record, Adrian, making me sit in the front row tramples how happy you've made me feel tonight."

"You're such a spoiled brat," Adrian said. "But I have the remedy for you, don't worry."

"How can you call me a brat? I'm older than you."

Adrian smirked. "It doesn't matter. When I get to spank your lovely ass, you won't feel this superior."

Edward gasped, and then the height of his cheeks colored. "Sometimes, Adrian, you just say the strangest things."

Right. Adrian smiled, satisfied with himself.

The curtain lifted, revealing a handsome young man, muscular and displaying body hair in all the right places, tied to the X-cross, and wearing a black cover over his head down to his chin. His beautiful muscles were already stretched, and there was a thin film of perspiration that made his skin glisten, most probably in anticipation of what would follow.

Brown came into view, as well. His jacket was gone, and he had rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. The man did have a dangerous appeal, Adrian thought, as he followed, just like anyone else, how Brown moved to a nearby table. He seemed focused on the torture tools displayed in front of him, letting his hands hover over them as if he wasn't already decided what to use first.

Not for one moment did he turn toward the audience or say anything. For what it was worth, he did seem invested in what he was doing.

"Are we going to witness something illegal?" Adrian asked Edward.

"No. Everything happening here tonight is consensual."

Adrian had a mind to tell Edward how Germaine had definitely not given his consent to have his chest fondled by no other than the man on stage right now. He had a feeling Brown wasn't that particular about following the rules.

Could it be that why Edward felt attracted to him? Adrian examined surreptitiously how Edward's face changed as he watched Brown. Yes, there was an attraction there. Adrian could see a certain degree of aversion, too, but even that contributed to the fascination he could read in those aristocratic features.

Whatever it was, Adrian would get to the bottom of it. It was clear as day that Edward despised Brown, but it was a part of that man that he felt drawn to, nonetheless. Brown knew it, too, and that made Adrian even more determined to win that battle.

Eventually, Brown settled for the first instrument he intended to use. Adrian had to admit that it looked frightening. It was a dark spear made of metal with what looked like a very sharp tip. The audience gasped, and the tied man jerked his head in its direction, probably dreading what would happen to him next.

"The human body," Brown began reciting in a low husky voice, "is a beautiful thing. It can take so much. And it can also draw pleasure from pain."

The sharp tip of the spear connected with one of the perky nipples of the tied man. The instant reply was a loud hiss.

"Of course, it is all about knowing that fine line and exploiting it," Brown continued. The metal tip grazed around the nub of flesh, teasing it. "Too much, and you'll cross it."

A sharp cry followed. Adrian winced. It looked like Brown liked to illustrate his words with actions. Was that what Edward was into? Blood play? Adrian stared at his partner and saw that Edward was as aghast as he was.

Could it be that he had been wrong about Edward's attraction toward that nasty man playing dom in front of them only because he could abuse his power?

"Don't worry. It was just a small demonstration of what could happen if you're not careful," Brown said.

Adrian took in the devilish grin on Brown's face. He obviously enjoyed the dread he instilled in the audience more than the torture he applied to that young man who had had the unfortunate idea that it would be good to place himself at the whims of that rich prick. Adrian could only hope the pay was good enough.

Brown continued to tease the young man's skin, descending on his abdomen until the sharp tip rested against his cock. "There are many ways of teasing one's flesh. But maybe sharp objects aren't exactly what would work best. Don't you think?"

Adrian stared in disbelief at the fucking prick. He knew precisely where Brown was looking. Or, better said, whom he was looking at. He wasn't talking with the audience; he only had eyes for Edward.

The expression of disgust on Edward's face had faded; now, what Adrian saw was the fascination he had thought he had caught a glimpse of earlier that night. So, Brown would put on a show only for Edward. That was interesting.

But Brown was wrong. He must have thought that having Edward watch him would give him all the pointers to drive home that hidden attraction and take advantage of it, but he was wrong. Adrian was the rogue character here. He would use Brown's experiment to his advantage. If Brown thought he would get something out of it, he was wrong. So very, very wrong.

"Will you get on with it?" Adrian said out loud. "Some of us don't have all night, and this is starting to get boring."

A few laughs here and there made the tension in the room drop a notch. Edward squeezed Adrian's leg. "Adrian, please."

Yes, he had been a bit out of line there, but Adrian had no intention to allow Brown to lure Edward into his dark fantasy so easily. After all, he needed to make him do his best, or his worst, whichever it was.

"I apologize for the interruption," Edward said out loud. "It won't happen again," he added and threw Adrian a brief look.

He shrugged and then smiled. Edward stared at him a little more. "Sorry," he said loudly, too. Then he looked right at Brown. It was on, as it seemed.

"It's all right, Eddy," Brown said haughtily. "You don't have to apologize. It is understandable. Outsiders are bound to misstep."

It didn't matter. At least, some of the magic was gone. Even the young man tied to the BDSM device seemed less tense. It was all about having the right strategy and sticking to it. Adrian adjusted his position and then threw Edward a sheepish smile. Edward's lips pursed, but Adrian could tell he was fighting a smile of his own.

Brown returned to his charge. He again looked in Edward's direction, so Adrian rested one hand casually on Edward's knee. Nothing made competition more exciting than a bit of old-fashioned jealousy.

This time, Brown picked what looked like a medical sonde, so Adrian's curiosity was piqued. With one hand, Brown began to arouse his sub, and a few gasps of admiration followed. The young man was particularly well endowed. Even Adrian had to suppress a whistle of genuine praise. It didn't appear to have been surgically improved, either, and nature's gifts were nature's gifts, after all.

Seeing that beautiful cock rise to its full length and girth did have an effect on his own, too, so he crossed his legs. Then, Brown showed the urethral sound to the audience and then began teasing the small leaking entrance with it. The sub whimpered, probably aware, to some degree, of what was happening to him.

Brown removed the object and added more of what looked like some sort of clear lube to his charge's cock. With the thumb, he spread the liquid over the head, too. He proceeded again, and it appeared that he knew when to stop.

All right, Adrian had to admit that what he was seeing was strangely arousing. He would never stuff his pee-hole with that kind of thing, but the guy on stage appeared to be enjoying it, so who was he to judge?

It was fascinating, indeed, to watch the sound descending more and more, swallowed by that glorious penis. Brown began to move it slowly, and the cries from his sub were mostly of pleasure. He added one hand on his charge's balls, fondling them slowly.

When Brown removed the sound, and his hand, too, everyone watched the beautiful eruption. That guy must have been loaded, Adrian thought, as he stared at the ropes of white exploding upward like a volcano. So Edward had been right about Brown being good at what he was doing.

Medical fetish. Noted. Adrian looked at Edward, but unlike most people there, he didn't appear that impressed. Hmm, so maybe that wasn't it.

It had to be what Brown must have thought, as well, because next thing, he changed tack. He pulled his sub from the X-cross, allowing him a breather, and gently coaxing him into straddling a leather seat. He then grabbed a paddle, which Adrian considered a step back from the sounding episode.

Edward straightened into his chair. Adrian observed him from the corner of his eye.

Smack! The loud sound made everyone do the same as Edward. Brown must have had a heavy hand because there was a red spot where the paddle had landed, and the sub cried out in response.

"Sometimes," Brown said, slightly turning so that he could, of course, stare at Edward, "delight is all about intensity and quantity."

The paddle rose and fell, and the sub quivered under that treatment. He also pushed his ass higher, probably to have the paddle land on other spots, too, but Adrian noticed that the guy was sporting a massive erection again.

Brown grabbed his sub's cock and pulled hard at it. He straddled him, facing the audience and manipulating the hard cock so that everyone could see it. "And sometimes, if your partner is a dirty dog, you must give it to him like this."

Edward shifted in his seat, and Adrian observed him. Oh, so that was something; but what could it be? The position? The spanking? The dirty talk? It didn't matter; Adrian would try everything.

He still recalled how Edward had brought that collar for him to wear; maybe he had tried to communicate something with that. But who dared to put someone like Edward Hastings on a leash? Adrian smiled.

Gotcha.

On the stage, the sub impressed the audience once more with a substantial release. At this point, Adrian suspected that the guy must have been on semen enhancing pills for some time. Next to him, Edward licked his lips, like he just witnessed a delicious meal being cooked in front of him.

All right, and that was noted, too.

"Never forget," Brown said, "that you must give your partner what he wants even if he doesn't admit it."

Adrian smiled. Good advice. But it worked only if you truly knew your partner. He suspected Brown to be an arrogant bastard who didn't give two shits about his partner's pleasure. It just happened that he drew his own satisfaction from making his sub come so hard so that he could impress his peers.

Otherwise, the guy was still an asshole. Adrian watched as Brown put his sub into a sophisticated system of ropes, suspending him from a hook in the ceiling.