Beyond the Edge by Elizabeth Lister Page A

not the first attractive young men to come in here looking for items on a specific list. But I've never seen a matched set before…” She winked and grinned to let us know she meant her remark in good humor.
    I cleared my throat but I couldn't think of anything to say, but Sebastian surprised me by saying, in a clear and proud voice, “It's nice having someone to share the experience with.” He took my hand in his warm one. I looked down at our joined hands thinking that James would not approve, but frankly I didn't care.
    My nerves hummed a happy tune at the contact as I met his gaze. “Yeah, I agree.”
    We paid for our things and luckily were allowed to let Sandra pack them up in a thick black plastic bag. As we made our way out, she called after us.
    “Have a fun weekend, boys.”
    I smiled back at her. “Most likely…”
    She laughed and waved us out.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Toys, Toys, Toys
    When we arrived back at James’ house, I let us in with the key he had given me. We went in, making sure to remove our shoes at the door and lock it behind us. He must have heard us, as he rounded the corner from the kitchen and greeted us.
    “Boys. How was the shopping?”
    I looked at him with eyes that probably conveyed my arousal. He had dressed down today, in faded jeans, bare feet, and a soft navy t-shirt. Still, he managed to exude a powerful presence. My poor cock swelled against its cage and James' eyes drifted to the front of my jeans. He winked at me.
    “Fine, thank you, Sir,” I said, averting my gaze from his, even though I wanted to hold it. I had to remember my place this weekend.
    “Did you get everything I asked for?”
    “Yes, Sir.” I nodded. We had put the pharmacy items into the bag with the Wicked Wanda’s purchases, and I was carrying it.
    James looked at Sebastian with obvious curiosity. “How did you manage at the drug mart, Sebastian?”
    “Fine, Sir,” Sebastian said with tight lips and a slight blush.
    James smiled. “Excellent. We can get started. First, I'd like you to wash all of the toys. Then I want you to put them in the loft, on top of the brown cabinet. Then you're to go to the guest bathroom on the second floor and give each other the enemas—one each. The others are for tomorrow. Then shower, and meet me upstairs. Please be in the loft by three pm sharp. If you're hungry, there are granola bars and apples on the kitchen counter. I don't want you to eat too much because we will be having an intensive session this afternoon. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” we said.
    “Excellent. Remember, be in the loft at three pm. I want you both naked and on your knees by the door please.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    And he was gone.
    We washed the toys in the kitchen sink, cleaning and drying them carefully, both of us imagining what was going to happen later today. When we were done I led Sebastian up to the sun-filled room on the third floor.
    James had given me the key, so I unlocked the doors and pushed them open, leading the way. Sebastian followed me in but stopped just inside the doors, his eyes flying around the room, landing on one thing and jumping to the next. I watched his face. His emotions were easily readable: curiosity, astonishment, excitement, and trepidation, one after the other.
    He met my gaze finally, after having a good look around.
    “Holy. Fuck.”
    I laughed. “Get those exclamations out now 'cause you probably won't be allowed to say much during the session.”
    “This is…this is…a fucking wet dream…”
    I grinned. “Isn't it?”
    Sebastian stood staring at all of it, a wide-eyed, eager expression on his handsome face. He walked over to the mesh swing and touched the ropes gently. He looked over at me.
    “I want this,” he said simply, gesturing around the room at everything. “I want all of this…so much.”
    I placed the clean items on top of the brown cabinet that stood against the wall on the left. I knew the cabinet housed all sorts of smaller