Friday, August 13, 2010

Middle Man by Kate Steele

Middle Man by Kate  Steele

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Middle Man

by Kate SteeleCover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-398-9
Genre(s): Futuristic
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella


For months Gen has performed his duty as an amplimentor for a Sholsian bond-pair, not only amplifying the emotions each has for the other, but serving as a receptacle for the penetration neither dominant male will allow the other. Though such is seen as an admirable profession, Gen had hoped for more. He wishes for the love and affection sometimes granted to other of his fellow amplimentors by their masters.
Only when he's kidnapped and severely injured is his wish granted and then he fears it's too late. A spinal injury has left him paralyzed from the waist down and though his masters have professed their love to him, Gen struggles to believe it will last. Fear, despair and doubt await him, but Gen is about to learn the power of true love.
Middle Man
Kate Steele
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Copyright ©2010 Kate Steele

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Moaning around the thick cock filling his mouth, Gen pushed back into the second solid rod of flesh easing within his well lubed passage. Master Marin's huff of pleasure as his full length was engulfed matched the audible breaths Master Cail took each time Gen twirled his tongue over the swollen crown of Cail's cock.
Immersing himself in the mental stew of their combined pleasure, he separated the ingredients provided by Marin and Cail, and enhanced them with his own sensual spice. With a soft, cerebral push, he served Marin's portion to Cail and Cail's to Marin so each could taste the unique flavor of the other's lust, love and desire. The result was everything and more he'd been trained to bestow.
Voluntarily shackled together by Gen's mental link, both men proceeded to do everything in their power to bring the other pleasure. That Gen was carried along and fed from the table of their carnal banquet was of little consequence. This meal was solely for his masters' pleasure, and Gen did that for which he had been trained -- accepting their cocks into his body while mentally sharing with each man the euphoric sensations a male experienced when skillfully penetrated.
With their three way link firmly established, Gen let the mental aspect of their coupling continue under its own momentum and immersed himself in the physical. Master Marin was pounding into his ass with long sure strokes, invariably hitting his sweet spot more often than not, which sent wild thrills of sensation rocketing throughout Gen's body. In his mouth, the silky glide of Master Cail's spit-slick skin caressed his tongue as the first sweet drops of precum added their moisture to that already filling his mouth and dribbling free in a small rivulet from the corner of his tightly stretched lips.
Marin and Cail bent forward over Gen's back, their open mouths devouring each other. The feel of their tongues twisting together, experienced through their mental link, settled in Gen's groin, pushing his need to come higher and higher. Warm drops of sweat spattered against his skin. It formed at every contact point between himself and his masters, born of the haze of heat generated by three bodies writhing to achieve the ultimate in primal sensation. The hot, musky scent of sex inundated his nostrils, filled his lungs, and played upon his palate until it was all he could smell and taste. Grunts, groans, the creak of the bed and Gen's own muffled moans became a melody of lust to which their bodies danced.
Every facet of their mating intensified, growing and growing to the point where none could withstand the self-created avalanche of ecstasy. Cail was the first to go under, his cock spewing thick streams of warm fluid into Gen's mouth. Gen swallowed as much of Cail's seed as he could, savoring the slightly bitter, slightly salty tang.
Master Marin succumbed next, the sharp jab and pulse of his deeply buried cock alerting Gen to the realization that he was being filled by his master's cum. Gasping for breath, Marin growled, "Come, Gen," and Gen, needing nothing more than two short strokes of his cock by his own hand, released his seed into the waiting sheets. Utter bliss shook his body and mind, and he opened himself and the mental link completely, allowing each of them to experience not only their own climax but each other's as well.
Bones gone weak at completion, the three fell into a well used heap, heaving breaths playing against moist skin. Gen shivered and lay still for a time, allowing himself to recover before moving. Easing himself from between his masters, he crawled to the edge of the bed and sat silent and unmoving. At his exit, Masters Marin and Cail curled together, their limbs entangled, their eyes closed. Turning his head slightly, Gen set his gaze upon them. To his eyes they were a beautiful sight, perfection in form, their honed bodies sleek and defined. How he wished there was a place for him beside or between them. Lifting a hand to his mouth, his fingers brushed against his lips and he allowed himself, for just a moment, to dream of what it might be like to share a kiss with them.
Unexpectedly Master Cail spoke to him, his eyes opening, his gaze finding Gen's. "Thank you, Gen. I..." Cail cleared his throat and continued, leaving his thought unspoken. "You're going to the market later?"
"Enjoy your day."
"Thank you, Master Cail. By your leave?"
Cail nodded and Gen stood, his legs still rather shaky and quit his Masters' room in favor of his own. Passing through the bedroom, he entered his private bath and started the shower before entering the enclosed cubicle.
"I'm nothing but a glorified fuck toy," he whispered pensively while standing under a spray of steamy water. Warm fog began to fill the bathroom and he counteracted the mist by ordering the fans on. A soft hum followed his command, proof the exhaust fans had engaged.
Using a slightly abrasive cloth, he thoroughly washed himself while thinking of his masters, Cail and Marin. At this very moment they were holding each other in the big bed he had quitted as soon as their orgasms were achieved. As a condition of his profession, he'd known he might be excluded from the affection his bond-pair had for each other, but he'd secretly hoped such wouldn't be the case. He'd thought perhaps being physically intimate with his masters would inspire emotional closeness as well. Six months into his new position with them and no such intimacy was forthcoming.
Oh, they treated him well enough. He lacked for nothing, but their kind indifference left him feeling empty and alone. As an amplimentor, he'd been taught from the time he'd chosen this path that his dreams would be fulfilled the day he found the right bond-pair. To serve as a conduit between a mated pair of dominant Sholsians was an honorable profession amongst Gen's people. It garnered the same respect as working in the public sector as a mediator or diplomat. He'd been overjoyed when he'd found a bond-pair with whom he was compatible. For the past few weeks he'd tried to convince himself he had everything he could desire, but with increasing frequency he was unsuccessful.
"What's wrong with me?" he whispered, confused by the longing he felt.

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