...The room was filled with the pleasant, relaxing strains of a Beethoven symphony.

“Take off the blindfold and behold your gift.”

When Bryan slipped the fabric over his head, he needed a moment to acclimate himself to the dim, amber light of two wall sconces. He stood in the middle of the room, while Phil opened a large armoire, revealing an impressive assortment of sexual toys.

“Whoa, what is this?”

“A surprise for you. I’ve been waiting for just the right time to reveal it.”

“Fuck, there has to be everything here for our own Sapphire Club, no?”

“That’s the idea. The club’s lost its appeal. I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

Bryan looked around in awe and his heart leapt. “I can’t wait to get started.”

“Great, you up for an erotic spanking massage?”

“Fuck, yeah.” His ass clenched at the thought.

“Where do you want it?”

Phil had filled the sizable room with sex toys and furniture, a veritable playground for any sexual kinky game one could imagine. A narrow, padded table stood in the middle of the room, with a smaller table at one end. The sex toys laid out on its top waited, ready for use. A leather sling occupied one corner, while a spanking bench filled another. Paddles, floggers and other spanking implements adorned the walls, all of which Bryan wanted applied with Phil’s deft hand.

Though he craved nothing more than to be bent over and paddled or strapped, the idea of an erotic spanking massage had a certain appeal. “Let’s use the table.”

“Lie with your stomach over the pillows, close to the end.”

Once Bryan positioned himself, his ass high, his genitals exposed, he opened his legs wide and rested his ankles in two cradles affixed to the sides of the table. His cock throbbed with anticipation.

“I guarantee I’ll make it worth your while.”

Exhilaration and humiliation played their roles, but this was Phil, the man who could deliver the most exquisite pain and pleasure.

“You do look inviting in this position,” Phil said as he coursed his hand over Bryan’s buttocks, trailing up his back to caress his face.

“You’d look as inviting if you’d remove your clothes.”

“In time.” With a kiss, Phil urged him to relax. As he raised Bryan’s arms above his head, he patted one with a lover’s touch. “Hold onto the edge of the table.” The feel of Phil’s touch was exquisite between his shoulder blades, as he took his time, covering every inch as he moved down toward where flat met the curve of his cheeks. With both hands, he glazed over Bryan’s thigh, down past the knee to his ankle and foot, then repeated with slow, deliberate motions on the other side.

With closed eyes, Bryan gave himself over to the moment when he felt Phil’s hand slide up his torso to pinch his nipples.

Phil situated himself between Bryan’s widespread legs. His strokes over the length of Bryan’s cock drew shivers from him, which deepened when Phil palmed his balls and rolled them with care. The touch was seductive, but too soon gone, and not enough, never enough.

Lubed fingers slid into his ass. That glorious first intrusion, the burn, the stretch, always the same, yet something to crave, for it led to so much more. “Oh, yeah.” He moaned, and Phil fucked him in pace with the symphony.

Phil’s movements weren’t harsh, even when he slapped Bryan’s buttocks. First one cheek and then the other; the strokes were timed with precision. Phil removed his fingers and went to work with a black-ribbed vibrator, curved at the perfect angle. Bryan had eyed the damned thing and now knew the supreme joy of it. The tireless toy worked his prostate, ’til Bryan was left boneless. The smacks accompanied the in-and-out motion of the dildo, and in between, Phil fondled him.