Sport of Kings

by Livia Ellis

  Tricky. I could lie and say no, and then weasel around the truth. Or, I could tell the truth, take the hit, and hope Alejandro forgives me.

  “I didn’t want to share you.” I sigh. Amazing. The truth has set me free. Just as telling Alejandro I love him was another step to freedom. A feeling of being unbound comes over me. “I was … I just wanted to keep you to myself. You’re mine, and you’ve only been mine. I think about our first time together. The way you put your head on my shoulder. You were so vulnerable. I just don’t want anyone to hurt you.”

  “So you keep me locked up? You refuse to let me have the pleasures you allow yourself?” Alejandro scowls at me. “And what? What am I supposed to do? Forgive you? You didn’t think to include me. Did you even consider that I understand how voracious your sexual appetite is? If you’d just told me you wanted to do something different, I would have gone along with it.”

  “I know you would have. I just wanted to keep you to myself.”

  “Why do you still think of me like I’m some shy virgin? I’m over that with you. We’ve moved past that. I thought my last birthday was the start of us being more equal in bed. I’m not some passive lover you have to treat like a hot house flower.” Alejandro uncrosses his arms and points at me. “You are impossible. Do you know this?”

  “Yes?” I answer, hoping I’m correct.

  “You are,” Alejandro confirms. “Are you truly sorry?”

  I feel a spark of hope kindle in my soul. “I’m more sorry than you can imagine.”

  “I’m not sure about that. I have a vivid imagination. The amount I’m capable of visualizing you suffer verges on the disturbing.”

  I have no idea how to respond to that. It’s no secret between us that Alejandro is not adverse to bondage. In fact there are a lot of things he likes to do that I never would have imagined the shy virgin I took to bed on his twenty-third birthday would like. He’s been on the receiving end of more than one session of who’s a very naughty boy? Is it possible I’m the one that has been holding him back? Maybe I’m the one that should have listened better to what he was asking for.

  “I haven’t been with anyone since it happened,” I say. “You know me better than anyone else in the world. If that’s not suffering for me, then I don’t know what is?”

  Alejandro stares silently at me. Then a most unexpected thing happens. A small smile curls his lips. The stern, stony visage has cracked. “Celibate?” Alejandro’s words are peppered with a laugh. “You are celibate? The whole time we’ve been separated? I don’t believe you. You’re incapable of going without sex for a week, let alone months. The only time when we were together you weren’t on me daily was that week you had the flu and couldn’t get out of bed.”

  “I remember that. Nobody has ever been as nice to me when I’m sick as you are. Please take me back. I love you.”

  Alejandro laughs. “You’re not lying to me? You truly haven’t been with anyone else? Not even Olga and Ollie?”

  “I haven’t. Alejandro I swear. I love you. The only thing I’ve thought about is how to get you back since you left me.”

  “What am I going to do with you?” Alejandro asks again.

  “Forgive me? Love me?”

  Alejandro does the last thing I expect him to do. He crosses the space between us. He kisses me. He kisses me deeply with his tongue swirling around my mouth like a snake. Better. Like his beautiful cock. I miss the feel of his cock in my mouth. I take a chance and place my hands on the waist of his riding pants. He doesn’t pull away. I unsnap and then unzip them. Still no objections. When I pull them lower, he pulls back. “Condom.”

  I could cheer. I grab a condom from the dresser and make it ready. I continue to slide his riding pants down until his cock springs free of them. It points at me like an accusing finger. I drop to my knees, place the condom in my mouth, and slide it on with my lips. He’s always liked this trick. I enjoy it more when he practices it on me.

  I draw him deeply into my throat and suck. A delicious musky smell comes from him that’s all man. He’s been working hard. I like the smell of leather and sweat. I pull back, and then draw him in over and over again. His hands are in my hair as my hands reach around for two large handfuls of his perfect ass. My fingers knead and massage his firm buttocks as my mouth works him relentlessly. I want him back so badly I could cry. If I can show him with my mouth how much he means to me, then I will.

  His hands release my hair as they grasp onto the dresser for support. His cock presses into my throat as he tips his head back and cries out for mercy. When his orgasm passes, I rise to my feet in front of him. I kiss him deeply, and he doesn’t resist. A flush climbs up his neck. I kiss his neck. My hand grasps his shoulder and then his bicep as I use my lips on every inch of his neck. I’m in love. I think it’s very possible I’ll cease to exist without Alejandro.

  He kisses me back at last. Acknowledgment of my efforts.

  I pull back a little. My fingers take his cock in hand. I gently remove the used condom and leave him for just long enough to toss it in the bin in the bathroom. When I return, he’s fastening his riding pants.

  “I have to go.”

  “We’ve just started,” I protest. “You can’t leave now.” I take off my towel and show him how much I want him.

  Alejandro grins as he tucks in his shirt. “Yes I can. And I must. I’m expected back on the pitch for another training session, and I don’t want to be late.”

  “Will I see you later?”

  “Are you going to the dinner the Sheik is hosting for his guests and the teams?”

  “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

  “Perhaps,” Alejandro says elusively with a small shrug. “I’m still undecided. Ask me this morning if I’d ever forgive you, and I would have said absolutely not. But your being here…” Alejandro shrugs. “Let’s just say I’m not immune to the lure of a big romantic gesture. For you, this is a big romantic gesture.”

  “Spend the night with me.”

  “I’ll think about it.” Alejandro reaches for the door. He pauses briefly as his hand rests on the doorknob. “You broke my heart. I thought we were a couple. Equals. But in your mind, we never were. I’m not some pretty doll you have to keep wrapped in pillows all to yourself. Olga and Ollie have figured out how to be a couple of kinky freaks and stay together. I even wonder if somehow their lifestyle hasn’t made their bond stronger. I don’t understand why you didn’t include me. You could have just included me. And don’t you dare blame Olga for telling me the three of you got together in England when I was away. She figured you would have told me. She’d never keep something like that from Ollie.”

  “I’ll never leave you out again.”

  He looks at me. “I haven’t been with anyone else.” He pauses for a moment. “That’s not exactly true. I’ve been letting Alyar blow me, but that was just because I was incredibly horny and he’s got these amazing jaw muscles.”

  “He does.” I have to agree. Maybe sharing these details will make the trust grow between us again.

  He looks at me. He wants to tell me something. “I’m starting my own team. I’m going back to Argentina.”

  “You are?” This was our plan. We were going to do this together. I feel hope inching up my spine like a spider.

  “I am. I’m looking for a good horse trainer. Let me know if you know anyone.” Alejandro steps out of the room, closing the door behind him.

  I look down at my cock, which is pointing straight ahead. He’s done this to me on purpose. The student has surpassed the master. This makes me smile. I love him, and I think I’m going to get him back.

  That trip to England ended badly, but it began so well. I wasn’t going to go to Ollie’s party being held in his country house, but I was bored. Alejandro had been in Argentina for a week and wouldn’t be home for another week. I would have traveled with him, but I had to go to England to look at horses for Vladimir. This was the first time we came upon an instance when circums
tances would pull us apart.

  When I was in England, the invitation came. I really didn’t have any good excuse to turn it down. I should have. Or better, I should have told Alejandro and discussed my going, come up with a set of rules we both could have lived with. I’m realizing that if I’d just told him and explained what the party was going to be like, he probably would have just sighed and told me to have a good time. And use condoms. We’d stopped using condoms together at this point. It was all done very purposefully with doctors’ appointments and blood tests and promises about being safe and honest.

  But I lied to him. And I went to the party…

  * * * *

  I arrive at Ollie’s family pile in the afternoon. It is hot for England, even in the summer. There is no servant to greet me when I arrive. Not that I care. I know the place well. I walk in the front doors of the massive medieval structure. No matter how hot it is outside, the inside of the manor house is always chilly.

  A male servant covered in body paint designed to look like a butler’s uniform comes up to me. In his hands is a clipboard. He greets me. My name is on a list. I have been assigned a room.

  I look him up and down. I compare him to Alejandro. He’s slightly taller and much bulkier across the arms and chest. He’s top heavy. Not really my thing anymore. I’ve gotten used to Alejandro’s streamlined body. But the butler is here and Alejandro is in Argentina. He is erect, and there’s a silver cock ring around the base of his penis. “How long did that take? The body paint.”

  He looks down at his bare body covered in paint. “About an hour. There is a team of people painting. Olga and Hortense insist everyone get covered. You have to pick a comic book or Disney character.”

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m Alfred the Butler. From Batman.” Did he really think he needed to explain this to me? “Do you want to go now?”

  “I’m good. Later.” Never. Alejandro would love this. They’d already be covering him in red and blue and turning him into Spider Man. I’m going to try to avoid joining in. The driver brings in my bags. Alfred the Butler tells him where to take them. “Where is everyone?”

  “The garden. You know the way?”

  “I know the way.” I look him up and down. “Show me to my room.” This really isn’t necessary. I know where my room is. It’s the same room I use every time I visit Ollie and Olga in the country house. What I really need is to give myself a mental kick to get in the mood for the party. A jump start.

  I follow Alfred the Butler up the staircase that winds around a light well going up to the stained glass panel in the roof. I’ve never noticed before how nice the staircase is. Alejandro would love this. He wants to build a house. Something modern with Moorish elements. He notices architectural features. I look over the side of the staircase down the drop to the main floor below. The light coming through from above colors the walls and the air. Alejandro would really love this. I make a mental note; next time he has to come with me.

  Alfred the Butler takes me to my room. I step inside and he closes the door behind us. He reaches for me, but I hold up a hand to stop him. “No paint on the Armani.” Alejandro gets very grumpy when I get stains on the clothing. It tells him I don’t care about the time and effort he takes in making sure we always look fierce. His word. Fierce. I smile thinking about him and his persnicketiness when it comes to the wardrobe.

  I undress myself. I’m careful with the Armani. I’m human. I haven’t been with my lover in well over a week. My cock is hard, and I really would like a deeply satisfying suck. Alfred the Butler, like all good servants, knows what I want before I even have to ask. I’m not interested in intimacy or a cuddle. I want to get off.

  I lean against a heavy table, my hands behind me for support. Alfred knows what to do. He gets down on his knees and toys with my cock. A condom is slipped on. His mouth slides over the top, and I’m pulled deep into his throat. His shoulders nudge my thighs apart. A finger slips inside my anus and lands on my prostate. Alfred isn’t wasting any time. I appreciate this. I close my eyes and think of Alejandro. I fantasize it’s his mouth working me. His finger is probing and massaging me. I think of the first time we had sex without condoms. That brings a groan to my throat. The feel of him shooting his hot cum inside me does it. That’s the memory I cling to and replay in my head until my body responds to the feel of Alfred’s mouth fucking me.

  My orgasm is hard, sharp, and disappointingly fast. When it’s done, Alfred rises to his feet. His cock bulges out around the ring at the base. He looks at me expectantly.

  My phone rings. “Fuck,” I mutter. Alejandro. The picture on the screen is of the two of us at a bar in Argentina.

  “Ignore it,” Alfred says.

  “It’s my boyfriend.” I point at the door as I answer the phone. “Hey.” I glare at Alfred. He glares back. I point at the door again. He leaves.

  “What are you doing?” Alejandro asks.

  “Missing you terribly.” I’m not lying.

  “What are you wearing?” It’s going to be one of those conversations. Fortunately Alfred has left me wholly unsatisfied, and the sound of Alejandro’s voice is enough to spark my fire again.

  “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

  “Good. Me too.”

  We’re on the phone for an hour talking and masturbating. I get emotional. I miss him so much it hurts. We agree that I’ll fly to Argentina in the morning to join him. I’m done in England. As we talk, I open my suitcase. I only packed Armani. He always groups the Armani together into outfits. Sort of like Garanimals. All I have to do is wear everything on the hanger. That’s it. There is no need for me to have to make choices. How did I manage before Alejandro came along?

  We hang up after a long goodbye. I wouldn’t say goodbye, but he has another meeting for his family’s company he’s required to attend. I dress and leave my room.

  I walk through the house to the French doors that open onto a large marble terrace. At the foot of the steps of the terrace is a swimming pool. Surrounding it are a dozen nude, well-oiled men glistening in the sun. Some are lounging on chaises. Some are in the pool. More than a few are either giving blow jobs or being blown. It’s all men. Beautiful. Fit. Tanned. Gorgeous. Men. I just want Alejandro. I stray for just long enough to realize that all I ever wanted was ridiculously in love with me already.

  Then a pair of female hands covers my eyes. “Guess who?”

  “Olga?”

  The hands are dropped with a sniff. “You’re really no fun. Alejandro has made you boring. I like you better when you’re indiscriminate and horny all the time. At least you’re dressing better. Keep him around for that reason alone.” She walks in front of me. Her black bush is back, but it’s been trimmed into a tidy heart. I look at the rest of her painted body. There is a definite heart theme.

  “Queen of hearts?”

  “Yes!” She claps her hands together and cheers. “You’re so much fun. Guess what we’re going to do?”

  Hortense walks out onto the terrace and joins us. She’s covered in painted green ivy. Her red bush is a flower.

  “Poison Ivy?” I ask. My voice sounds strange in my ears. I haven’t been this cynical in the longest time.

  “Yes!” She claps her hands together and cheers. “Where is Alejandro? Has he decided if he wants to try pussy yet?”

  Olga turns to Hortense. “Can you believe he’s a virgin? I can’t. I simply must have him.”

  “I want him,” Hortense says. “I’d pay him, but he’s already so stupidly rich the money wouldn’t matter.”

  “But I want him!” Olga whines.

  The two women look at me. “We both want him,” they say in unison.

  “Pop his delicious little cherry,” Hortense says.

  “Turn him into a little Marcus.” Olga nods.

  “Imagine if there were two of them!” Hortense shrieks.

  Olga nearly swoons. “Imagine. Now that would be better than getting gangbanged by a dozen men.”


  I count the number of men around the pool. There’s a dozen of them. “Let me guess. The two of you are getting gangbanged by a dozen men tonight?”

  “He is very clever isn’t he?” Olga says.

  “He’s very clever,” Hortense says…

  * * * *

  Back in my room at the tournament in Argentina, alone with my cock in my hand, I realize something. I am clever. Alejandro isn’t angry with me because I had another lover, but because I didn’t include him. I need to do something for him that’s going to prove I love him, but I know I don’t own him. He thinks I treat him like a precious doll. Maybe I need to show him I think he’s more than just a pretty toy.

  I dress in the clothing Alejandro selected for me. I return to the field and watch as his team practices. This time as I watch I’m joined by Ollie. “You two sort things out?” He hands me a flute, and then fills it with champagne from the linen-wrapped bottle he swipes from some waiter.

  “Maybe.” I look at Ollie. He drinks directly from the bottle. “Did you know that he’s angry with me not because I went to Hortense and Olga’s randy little orgy so much as I didn’t include him?”

  “I may know something about this,” Ollie says. “In fact he’s been on the phone with Olga for hours. I’d tell you what the two of them are saying, but quite frankly, they bitch like a couple of old women, and I can’t listen to it anymore. I’ve missed you for that reason above all others. At least you’ll go to the pub with me and drink pints during rugby.”

  “I need to do something for him. Stop treating him like my pet. Show him I love him.”

  “You’d be pissed off too if you were him. He’s not some bird in a cage. He’s as kinky as you were at that age. But you’ve practically got him locked in a box.”

  The horses pound past us, cutting off my opportunity to respond. I have a moment to think.

  “Here’s a thought,” Ollie says. “Why don’t you give him a little of what he wants? Toss some naughty his way and step aside. Let him get even with you.”

  “That’s what I was thinking. But I really hate the idea of him being with another man.”