Untame (Straight Taste Book 5) Page 2

  "And you actually want me there?"

  "We bet you can handle it." Lucas grinned, patted me on the shoulder, and swaggered away like he knew I couldn't keep my gaze off of his well-rounded butt.

  Chapter 3

  Instead of the early dinner originally planned, Andrew packed and took a shared ride to the airport. I accepted Brandon's invitation to join him and his new girlfriend, Hazel, for supper after he got off work. Brandon drove us to the northern end of the Las Vegas Strip and selected a Mexican restaurant overlooking a body of water that had once been an elaborate stage with a moat holding a colonial ship overtaken by fictional pirates. Much of the original theme was gone, replaced with fountains and art pieces intended as backdrops for constant selfies by passersby. The three of us were positioned by the window. An endless parade of tourists from all over the world streamed back and forth over the attached wooden beams on the promenade.

  But neither Brandon nor Hazel had much interest in anything visible through the window. Mesmerized by each other, I could actually detect the gleams in their eyes as they flirted and leaned close together.

  Hazel was also a pilot. She had gorgeous bronze skin, long dark hair, and pleasant facial features. At five feet four inches, she was fully a foot shorter than Brandon. Hazel had flawless makeup and earrings that looked expensive, but she dressed casually in stylishly-torn jeans and a black long sleeve Western shirt with ornate roses between her breasts and shoulders.

  Brandon and Hazel had been dating for only two weeks. I liked her, though I was jealous of her. Brandon would never, and could never, be so captivated by me as he was by Hazel. Brandon was just a friend, and identified himself as heterosexual, though I lusted for him and considered Hazel to be the most fortunate person in all of Las Vegas. Brandon and I had fooled around once, several weeks earlier, when Brandon visited Andrew in the duplex and ended up including me in his adult web cam show. Admittedly not good with money, despite his enviable pilot's income, Brandon occasionally exhibited himself on web cam sites to earn more spending money. Knowing what Brandon felt and tasted like made my envy even more acute.

  I didn't resent their puppy love. Brandon and Hazel were polite to me and supper was entertaining, thanks in part to generous quantities of frozen margaritas and tostadas. I also had my own private distraction. "Julio" was the name printed on his uniform badge. He seemed to be both a busser and a runner, refilling our water glasses and delivering our plates of food. From the first moment our eyes locked, Julio flashed me an "Aha!" expression, as if instantly recognizing a kindred spirit. Julio's outfit complemented his good looks. His burgundy shirt accentuated the intensity of his dark features and his tight black slacks revealed a bulge so prominent that he must have been going commando. Each time he came to our table he stood close to me and positioned himself so that I could sneak a few looks at his package.

  Brandon and Hazel were understandably oblivious to the hidden communication happening between Julio and myself. I looked around the restaurant and wondered how many others were blind to Julio's sexual presence. No one else seemed to pay him any mind at all, which made no sense to me. People truly only see a small amount of whatever is in front of them.

  After Julio had taken away our plates and we ordered a final round of drinks, I left the table to use the bathroom. I was washing my hands when Julio crept inside and approached me.

  "I just have barely a single minute," he said with a sly expression. "Are you interested?"

  I nodded. Julio took me by the arm and led me to the stall. Within seconds he had my jeans around my knees and cupped my balls while he stroked me.

  "You're an enchanting man," he said, before squatting down in a crouching position before me. Julio squeezed my legs as he slurped, sucking as rapidly as he could. His oral skills exhibited extreme talent, but I was not close to a climax. "I wish I had more time with you," he muttered. Julio made one last deep throat, trying to engulf as much of my shaft as he could, then sprung to his feet, and stood before me for a split second. "Thank you, my friend," he said, before he bolted out of the stall.

  I returned to the table, erect under my jeans and still flushed, but neither Brandon nor Hazel noticed. When Hazel went to powder her nose, Brandon told me he was spending the night in her condominium and he gave me the garage door code for his house.

  "Make yourself completely at home, Kieran, and help yourself to anything in the fridge," Brandon said. "I'll be back at the house in the morning before work. If it's really early, I'll try not to wake you. I can drive you there and drop you off or are you thinking about staying out here on the strip for a while?"

  "Thank you, but I think I'm going to stay out a bit longer," I answered.

  "Do you have an account with Lyft or Uber or another one of those shared ride services?"

  "Yeah, I'll be fine," I answered.

  "Okay, stay on your toes. Watch out for pickpockets and troublemakers and all the rest of it, just like in any big city."

  Hazel returned and the three of us exited the restaurant together. Julio made a point of walking past me before I reached the door and we exchanged clandestine smiles. On the sidewalk I watched Brandon and Hazel walk away, arm in arm. They did make an exceptionally cute couple. Strolling a few hundred feet away in the opposite direction, I found a nook on a concrete wall where I could sit and watch the throngs of people passing by the mammoth casino hotels. The lights and digital signs competed for attention with soothing rhythms. The modern Ferris wheel, with ever-moving capsules reaching a height of five hundred and fifty feet, glowed with swirling colors. I thought about the people traipsing by, particularly the men. I was hungry to be with them, to know more about them. I wanted more of the excitement that Julio had just provided and I had the energy to stay up all night for the quest.

  I pulled the slip of folded paper out of my back pocket and tapped the number into my phone. Todd answered and I identified myself. His voice had a slight slur, suggesting he had already consumed at least twice the number of drinks that I had so far. Todd was in good spirits. I could hear men singing and yelling merrily in the background.

  "Are you surprised that I actually called?" I asked.

  "Of course not," Todd answered. "I knew we'd certainly hear from you."

  "Am I still invited to your party?"

  "Get over here."

  Chapter 4

  When I made my way to the southern end of the strip, near the intersection of Tropicana Avenue and Las Vegas Boulevard South, it was Lucas who met me in the casino hotel lobby. He stood up from a cushioned lounge chair as I approached. Lucas looked even more appealing than he had earlier in the day during the helicopter tour. I imagined he was probably most accustomed to wearing a suit and tie, but tonight his robust body was covered in a football jersey and baggy jeans.

  "Hey, buddy," he said, sliding his arm over my shoulder and directing me toward the bank of elevators. His eyes were bloodshot red and I could smell bourbon on his breath. "I can't believe you're going to do this. But Todd said you're game to play, so who am I to question your choices."

  "What am I supposedly doing?" I asked.

  Lucas was leaning on me and slightly unsteady on his feet. I guided him back to the lobby and sat beside him on a sofa nestled against a thick column near the hotel's check-in area. He told me I could call him Luke. I learned he had taken the lead to organize the entire bachelor party. I repeated my question for clarification on his comment.

  "Dude, we're all getting rowdy," he answered, slurring his words. "It's a freaking madhouse up there already."

  "When is Todd getting married?"

  "Next month."

  "Besides drinking, what's going on?"

  "Strippers, a deejay, the works, and even another whore, like you."

  "Like me?"

  "Todd can do anything he wants tonight," Luke answered, evading my question. "We have no rules at all."

  "His bride-to-be knows this?"

  "Buddy, she understands how Todd gets,"
Luke said, laughing like I had asked something ridiculous.

  "Well, I'm not sure I'm going to your party, after all."

  Luke put his arm around my shoulder again and leaned close to my face. "I'm sorry I labeled you a whore," he said, speaking in a low voice. "I apologize."

  "Todd used that word when he talked to you about me?"

  "He just thinks you're a wily and deviant young guy. That's why he wanted me to invite you. What's wrong with that? We're all adults here."

  "How many people are at this party?"

  "It's ten of us guys, plus the crew." Luke stood up. "Head back up there with me, Kieran."

  "I'm not sure," I said.

  "Come on. If you don't like it, you can leave. At least get a drink. Please?"

  "Okay."

  In the elevator, Luke pressed the button for the top floor. When everyone else had stepped off onto lower floors and only the two of us remained in the elevator, I urged him to give me more details. Luke waved my question off and said we would be there in a moment and I could see for myself.

  Luke barged into the penthouse suite, dragging me behind him, and turned immediately right, into a room that resembled a butler's pantry where caterers had hors d'oeuvres on trays they would later offer to the guests. He led me to a swinging door with a small window.

  "Take a look at Todd and my friends," Luke said.

  I peeked through the window, trying not to draw attention to myself, but there was no need to worry about that. Todd and his friends were milling about on four couches that made a square shape around the center part of the room, where two young women in maid's uniforms were dancing for them. Pornographic movies played on television screens throughout the room, but the sound was off to not interfere with the deejay in one corner and the bartender in the other. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided spectacular northern views of the other Las Vegas casino hotels. A caterer strolled around the room serving the men choices of snacks on small plates.

  The men mostly resembled Luke. They were well-groomed, fit, nice-looking, about thirty years of age, and boisterously relishing the party. The best I could tell they looked like a wealthy group of men who had been in a fraternity together before parting ways to become professional athletes, business executives, and stockbrokers.

  "Is Todd bisexual?" I asked, turning around to face Luke behind me.

  "Not really." Luke cocked his head to the side and shot me a quizzical look.

  "Are all these guys straight?"

  "Yep."

  "Then you don't need me here, do you?"

  "Yeah, we do."

  "The strippers have these guys hypnotized."

  "But they just flirt."

  "Well, you said downstairs that you hired a prostitute, right?"

  "We did."

  "So?"

  "She won't swallow."

  "Wait a minute," I said. "We're back to my original question. What do you think I'm doing here tonight?"

  Luke exhaled. My questions were boring him and I could see he wanted to get back to his friends in the other room. "You don't want to play tonight?"

  "With who?"

  "Whoever wants it."

  "Luke, talk plainly with me. What's going on?"

  "The girls are here to tease, but my buddies will want to be pleased. They tease, you please. That's all there is to it. Are you willing?"

  I hesitated, then looked back through the window at the studs and answered. "Maybe."

  "Some serious dick needs to get sucked tonight, buddy."

  Chapter 5

  When I fully agreed to Luke's scheme, he could barely contain his glee. He went to the bar and fetched me a beer, asked if I wanted anything to eat before the fun was set to begin, and pawed my arms and shoulders when he spoke to me. I touched Luke back, putting my hands around his upper arms when I whispered conspiratorially with him about his plans, and he didn't seem to mind.

  Luke snuck me into the suite's bedroom and showed me the big box. I didn't ask, but it was clear he had ordered it, along with other supplies, from an adult party rental store. Luke said it was designed for a woman's size, but since I was short I could squeeze into it. I protested that I was five feet eight inches, not short, to which Luke countered, "Not a chance, not even standing on the tips of your toes." Nevertheless, there was camaraderie now between us. I was voluntarily, and eagerly, playing the role he wanted. From the outside, the box was jet black, with smooth plastic-like walls, about four feet tall and at least three feet wide. The entrance panel door was at the back. The bottom of the box was covered with a cushioned mat. A large hole with soft foam edging was the only noticeable feature on the front of the box. At the top of box, on both sides, two hand grips jutted out so the men had something to hold onto while they thrusted.

  "It's nice, huh?" Luke asked me.

  "Sure." I giggled, not at his question but at my amusement for getting myself into this big city predicament.

  "Full steam ahead?"

  "What if one of your friends gets angry and violent or something?"

  "They won't. These are good guys. Plus, look at the back door. You can lock it from the inside, if you want. And they can't see you in there anyway. I'm turning off every light so my friends, and you, will have almost total privacy. Okay?"

  I nodded. "I'm going to do it. For how long?"

  "As long as you want."

  "I get to decide?"

  "Of course," Luke answered. "You're not a prisoner or captive. You can leave at any time."

  "How many studs will come in here?"

  Luke scrunched up his forehead, thinking about his friends one by one. "At least two, maybe three. Take nice good care of them, Kieran. I want them talking about the box tomorrow, wondering who or what was inside."

  "My pleasure." I meant it.

  Luke could see my enthusiasm. "You're a cocky son of a bitch," he smiled, "at least when it comes to stuffing guys into your mouth. Aren't you?"

  I shrugged and said, "I do love it."

  "Get in there," Luke responded. He locked the bedroom door, switched off all the lights, and spread the curtains wide so that the city lights radiated into the darkness of the room.

  I crawled inside the box on my knees and fastened the door. It was more comfortable than I expected. At the top front ridge, just above the glory hole, were two small eyeholes positioned so that I could glance upward at the men's faces as they hovered over the box. A pile of absorbent cotton cloths were stacked in the corner.

  "Give me a preview," Luke said. He stood flush up against the box, unzipped, and pushed his soft and uncircumcised prick toward me.

  "I will," I replied.

  "No, remember not to speak when you're inside there. For the guys tonight, you're neither a woman nor a man—just a mouth—so don't break the illusion."

  Instead of licking and teasing Luke, my impression was he wanted immediate results to test my mettle. I engulfed him in my mouth and massaged him with my tongue while suctioning him to longer length.

  "Oh yeah, you know what you're doing," he cooed.

  It was easy to lose myself inside there. The pitch darkness. The sensation of anonymity. Giving service on my knees. My mind floated away within seconds and all that mattered was the taste and pleasure of the virile guy growing between my lips. His foreskin folded back, offering a unique and salty flavor, and he groaned and pressed into me further. Several minutes elapsed. He didn't want me to stop the preview. I reached up with my hand and tickled the hairs on his balls, causing him to moan even louder.

  I frequently glimpsed Luke through the eyeholes. There was just enough illumination from the outside lights glowing against his face to watch his changing expressions. Luke's eyes were shut, his mouth was parted, and his head tilted, and he was succumbing to the sensations. I sensed he was getting close. Luke began bucking his hips against the box, making quite a racket, but the loud music on the other side of the bedroom door blocked anyone else from hearing us. I went into hypersonic speed, bobbing on him
with all the intensity I could muster. He cried out and made a final slam into the box and held still, rocketing blasts of seed down my throat.

  Luke slowly pulled away once he was fully spent. I saw him zipping back up and moving about the room. I heard him scribbling something on a sheet of paper, which he taped to the top of the box. Fortunately, the paper did not block my eyeholes. I wondered for a moment what was written on the sign.

  "This could work out really well for you," Luke said, kneeling down and whispering into the hole. "You drained every drop. You're an expert maniac."

  Chapter 6

  At some point during the night, I became completely lost. I forgot myself, the hotel suite, the party, the trip to Las Vegas, and everything else. My brain, typically so prone to analysis and worry, gave me respite, letting me absorb myself fully in the experience. It must have been a mental state similar to a hypnotic trance.

  I remember becoming feral. Ravenous. Insatiable. I lost count after the third or fourth guy.

  Two things about the men surprised me. First, several of them tried to peek inside to see me. I blocked them with the palm of my hand or ducked my head. I loved having the power of being able to see them through the eyeholes, but they couldn't see me. All they could do was feel me.

  The second surprise was that most of them tossed in handfuls of cash after depositing their loads. I couldn't see the individual bills, but identified them as money based on their size, weight, and smell. I let them drop onto the mat at my knees, completely ignoring them.

  I also remember that Luke came in several times to check on me and bring me cans of beer and cups of water. He kept telling me I didn't have to do this. I was free to go. Did I want to leave?

  I never answered Luke. By that point I was no longer Kieran. I was, indeed, the maniac he had labeled me as. Or maybe I was just pure spirit and energy. Honestly, I don't know. I just wasn't myself and all I wanted was for the next macho stud to step forward and give himself to me.