by JJ Giles
She turned to retrieve part of it and make a quick phone call. Alex sat beside Jerry and offered, “Fetching, isn’t she?”
“That come-hither shit is just about more than I can handle,” Jerry admitted. “But I hope you know what she means by valet.”
“A servant?”
“Definitely a servant. The kind who takes care of anything you might want.”
“Oh. Oh!” His eyes lit a little. “Oh, shit!”
“I’m sure he’ll keep you warm tonight.”
“Oh, shit. Is this something I should do?”
“You already said you’d accept her hospitality. I believe you’ll have to pay for it, though.”
“Oh, shit! You mean a real live...”
“Stud.”
“Oh, God!” His hand fanned rapidly in front of his face. “She has a way of keeping people’s minds off their problems.”
“I know. It sucks, doesn’t it?”
“I’m sorry.” Genuinely concerned, he reached out and laid his hand on Jerry’s. “But I just can’t help but think everything will work out.”
Jerry drew in a deep breath and heavily sighed. “Alex, I don’t see how this can work out for any of us.”
* * * *
Alex laid his fork on the plate and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. “Oh darling, that was wonderful. Simply delicious.”
“Thank you,” Morgan said graciously. “But we do have something on the menu for dessert.”
“Ohhh...let’s see. Cherries flambè, baked Alaska, perhaps, the perfect finish to this little delight?”
“Something a little meatier. So if you’ll just relax, I’ll be right back.”
Quickly, Kitty followed, but Alex only stared through the torchlight at his brother. “This is the moment?”
“This is it.”
“A slave?”
“A sex slave. Be gracious, please.”
“Oh my God, Jerry.” Undone, he fumbled for a cigarette.
“It’s what she does, Alex. She’s a Mistress. A for real, honest to God Mistress.”
“Oh, my God. So all this time it really was Morgan. That old hussy of yours could handle the hookers, but when Morgan walked through the door...”
“I know I know. She couldn’t handle Morgan. Nobody can, not even Brian. Not even me. Morgan is much too powerful for any of us, and the best thing you can do is simply succumb to the pleasures she offers and return the favor by offering your gratitude.”
“This is too much. She’s really got boys for me to look over...and I can...”
“Do anything you want with them. That’s what Kitty is to her. A slave.”
“Oh, how delicious. And you don’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
Yet Jerry arose and went to the chaise to get out of the frey. And Alex merely rearranged himself, pulled the robe a little tighter and gathered his wits.
* * * *
Alex’s breath stopped to see the youthful hard bodies step lively through the door. They formed a semi-circle around him, their penises pointing directly at him. His heart thudded in his chest. It had been so many impossible years since he had seen anything that eager to please or be pleased. The soft rounded heads bobbed just a bit, the rounder sac of balls dangled underneath.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, nearly overcome with the sight of them.
Just then, Morgan let out with a little snap to one of their asses to force that one to the fore. “Mr. Abernathy,” she started harshly, “they are all voice-trained and won’t speak unless you want them to. They can take care of your clothes, your bed, and they are also trained not to spill unless you desire it. They can go for months servicing only you. It’s always better to keep them tense and eager to please.”
Nervously, Alex peered up at Morgan. But Alex was so totally submissive he didn’t know what to do.
“As you can see, they are all very well endowed and eager to please. All trained in every kind of massage.” She reached out and grabbed a penis to pull it toward him. Yet he refused to take it.
“Turn around,” she commanded. Quickly, the three of them did so in unison and grasped the backs of their necks to allow their full physiques to be seen. Only then did she grab Alex’s quivering hand and lay it on Rick’s ass. Alex shivered uncontrollably, unaware that people like this actually existed and he could have anything he wanted with anyone of them.
“Over,” she shouted. They bent at the hips to expose their most precious places to hopefully what would be their new Master and gainful employment.
Uncontrollably Alex shook. Yet she grasped his hand again to place it between Rick’s legs that Alex might lift the balls and let his hand sweep down the penis.
“Oh, God, I was born fifty years too soon,” he cried. Carefully, he fondled the goods.
“You can try them all and see which one is a better fit.”
“Oh, darling…”
To get rid of them a moment and let Alex catch his breath without exposing Jerry to what was to happen, she hissed, “Downstairs.” Hurriedly, they ran quite familiar with her dungeon.
Alex fumbled with a cigarette, wholly undone by this turn of events. But she turned to Jerry... “You’ll be alright for a few minutes?”
“Absolutely, baby.” He was grateful he wasn’t forced to watch.
“Would you like one of them for yourself?”
“Later, maybe.” He had enjoyed the sight of Rick.
“Mr. Abernathy,” she said quite formally, turning to Alex. “Are you ready?”
On shaky legs, Alex rose and wobbled for a moment, but he was determined to get there. He straightened himself never having been exposed to anything like this. This was too much, too exciting, too engrossing. And if he understood he was to penetrate every one of them to see who fit the best.
“Yes, darling,” he whispered. He dropped the glowing cigarette into the ashtray.
She took his hand and led him through the house to the wonderful path that led to the lower level. A curving staircase was entirely walled so that it seemed a descent into mystery. He clutched to the handrail to steady himself.
As he moved into her dungeon seeing the things there most confusing, he gasped, “Oh my God.” But it was the three males, their perfect unblemished asses already oiled and ready for his use that made him quiver.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
His head bobbed on his neck. He definitely needed help.
She grabbed a bottle of oil and pulled him toward them. And then she opened his robe to push it off his shoulders. With his penis in hand, she covered it lightly with oil.
“Just a little test run...to see which one is more comfortable for you,” she said softly.
So horribly turned on but shaking badly, Alex approached. He held to his own penis and pointed it at the orifice. With a little too much zeal he pushed in, not having been with anybody but that damned Charles for so long. Someone that couldn’t be used like this, but was only too happy to use him.
“Is it too tight?” Morgan asked.
“Is that possible?”
“Absolutely. Try him,” she said nodding to the next.
Gently, Alex pulled out and stumbled a little. Again, he penetrated a little too fast and a soft moan spilled out of the throat.
“I’m sorry,” Alex gasped.
But Morgan shook her head. “You don’t have to be sorry. They’re here for your pleasure. Go deep.”
Alex forced in a little further, his hands clasped to the narrow waist. It was delightful, the heat, the command he felt to have these submissives at his beck and call. The sudden urge to thrust assuaged him but he pulled away.
A little more comfortable now, he penetrated the last. The feel was most definitely different, a little more soothing, but this one was a little older than the rest. He reached around and took the penis in one hand, the balls in the other, simply delirious with this turn of events.
“Would you like to know how well versed they are in the art of fella
tio?”
Astounded, Alex stared up. “Of course.” Dutifully, he followed her to the bathroom.
She was so beautiful as she smiled at him and reached out for his organ. She smeared the soap on it and then rinsed it with a hose. “Are we having fun yet?”
“Oh, precious, what is this mystery of yours?”
“It’s my job. To keep people happy and entertained. And I’m hoping you’ll be comfortable here, and care to stay as long as Jerry because I see you have a very calming effect on him. You two were very close at one time, weren’t you?”
He drew in a heavy breath even as she handled his organ to dry it.
“So you can go measure their mouths and pick one out and I hope you can be comfortable.”
“You have to be the most mysterious woman I’ve ever met.” How did Brian ever tear himself away from her?
“It’s my job.” Gently, she took his hand and led him back to the dungeon.
Alex stood before the first already perched on his knees, his lips already parted. The slave reached out for the organ and wrapped his lips around it. In the desire for employment, he opened his throat and began to swallow.
Alex backed away. It felt as if he were being devoured. He’d never met so many people so well trained in the sexual arts. But in the end, he still preferred the older one, older than the others by only a few years, his early thirties.
“Would you like to know what that one feels like inside of you?”
“Yes.”
The snap of her fingers filled the room and Rick lurched off the floor. She pulled Alex that he might stand braced against a table, a little bent, something he was obviously more comfortable with. The slave came quickly and knelt behind.
Rick’s hands slid up Alex’s legs, covered in the soft terry cloth robe. Gently, Rick moved it away from the ready flesh, his freshly shaven face sliding over it’s softness as he rose. He stood behind Alex, ready to penetrate.
Alex quivered, yet he made a concerted effort to relax. He had been raped so many times that he didn’t have a lot of muscle structure left, but he was nervous. Nervous beyond repair.
He felt the hardness of that penis break the defense, its very erect, seven-inch length something he hadn’t experienced for ages. It flowed into him so slowly, yet its course was undeterred as if it wanted to be there. It filled him to capacity and beyond with gentle insistence.
“May I pleasure him, Mistress?”
“Yes, you may.”
The slave wrapped his arms around his quivering Master. He reached down and held to his Master’s organ as Morgan poured more oil there.
The hand was tight. Impossibly tight as it held so firmly and stroked all the way to the end and back again. And the slave’s penis pulsed within him without a single movement to cause pain.
“I need to feel your pleasure, Master,” the slave whispered.
It boiled there, like acid eating away and the slave felt the first contractions of orgasm. He let go of the balls to catch the flow in his hand. Yet he held his Master upright, still buried deep within him. Only when those contractions began to fade, he ever so gently pulled out and picked up his Master to lie him on the table. Dutifully, he went to the bathroom to wash his hand and return with a steaming rag to lie over his Master’s penis and soothe it.
Alex merely twittered, the vocalizations impossible to comprehend.
“Is this the one?” Morgan asked.
He was sprawled on the table like a wet noodle. “Yes, dear.”
She turned to the two rejects. “Thank you, boys. I’ll contact you later if need be.”
Graciously they bowed and departed leaving Rick kneading gently at the Master’s penis with the heated rag.
“You...that’s enough. Stand up.”
This was the moment Rick really wanted, the harshness in her voice and he awaited her command. His arms locked behind his back and he hung his head and parted his legs the better to let her have at it.
“What goes on in this house is nobody’s business but ours.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said quickly.
“You will service your Master anyway he sees fit. If he sleeps 'til noon, you allow that. If he wants his breakfast on the veranda with the family or in bed, you prepare it and serve it. You keep his clothing in order. You keep the penis hard.” The crop licked out and struck the glans. “It doesn’t belong to you anymore, and if it should defy its Master I will happily punish it.” To drive her point to its conclusion, she struck out with a few more licks to the shaft and then a quick snap at the balls.
“Yes, Mistress,” he nearly shouted.
“Go get Kitty on the veranda and ask her to show you around. And then return to the veranda and your Master’s feet. Go.” She turned to Alex to see his eyes still boggled. “I hope I haven’t overstepped.”
Still panting, he shook his head. “He’s beautiful,” Alex whispered.
“And very, very well trained...very obedient. But he likes to be disciplined, so I’ll do him up for you as he needs it.”
“And I can watch?”
“He belongs to you now. Anything you want with him. And he’s an excellent chef. I was surprised to find him on the market. But then he’s kinda pricey.”
“And by that you mean?”
“Eight hundred a week.”
Foppishly, Alex waved it away. “Sounds like a hell of a deal.”
Filled with genuine grace, Morgan smiled. “I like everybody to be happy. He can sleep under your bed, in your bed, chained to your bed or in an entirely different room if you please.”
“I’ll keep him with me for awhile. I uhh...just got divorced, if you didn’t know. This is a pleasant distraction.”
“I heard. And I’m sorry. I heard about the upcoming palimony suit.”
Alex winced. “Just something else for the press to dwell on. Anything they can do to embarrass an Abernathy.”
Sympathetically, she bowed her head.
* * * *
Morgan returned to he veranda where Jerry sat alone, staring up at the stars. “How you doing?”
“I don’t know yet. But I certainly appreciate you taking care of him. I hope he didn’t embarrass me.”
She leaned a little closer. “I’ve seen it all, you know. Let me rephrase. I’d thought I’d seen it all until last night.”
“Much better.” He grasped her hand and held to it.
Just then Alex appeared, wobbling all the way to the chaise next to Jerry’s. Through the flickering torchlight, Alex stared at his brother for a moment. “We need to talk, you and I.” It was spoken quite soberly with the affectation he used in public when nervousness assuaged him.
Jerry looked away. Even Alex could see how attached he was to Morgan. And Alex knew too well what their son needed also. But Jerry only nodded as he swallowed hard. “We will. Tomorrow. I think I oughta go on to bed now.” This would have to be the last night he ever spent with Morgan.
Morgan lingered. “Is there anything I can get you?” she asked Alex.
Quietly, he huffed, quite amused. “I think you’ve exerted yourself more than enough for one night. And I thank you for that.”
“Sleep well.” She rose and then left him passing his slave in the threshold. She turned to see the slave await a command, but Alex only held out his arms and the slave slid into them between Alex’s parted legs.
They would be fine and finally Jerry and Alex could find something they shared in common.
* * * *
She trudged up the stairs thinking of Brian. No, damnit. Brian’s gone but this incredible man she could have the rest of her life. It wasn’t exactly the same as having a submissive in her bed, an adoring slave who happened to be her husband ready to do battle at her command if need be. But it was a man. An interesting man at that. A man she shared many things in common.
She opened the door to the suite to find him nestled under the soft satin sheet, the candles about the room already glowing. Her gaze fixed to his; openly she sta
red. And then he held out his arms and she ran into them, her breasts crushed to his chest, her tongue driven deep in his mouth.
* * * *
Brian stood behind the glass wall fifty stories over the city peering down. “What the fuck have I done?” His father was at Morgan’s, probably in Morgan’s bed and Morgan’s arms. He alone had forced his father into Morgan’s control and what man could resist that? Even his father? He was the singular cause of this, his lover’s despair, his father’s desire for her, and it had led to the fall of an empire, kinked the nation’s economy and perhaps, the world’s.
What the fuck have I done?
“Brian,” Cherry said softly. “Honey, talk to me.”
Brian turned to his sister. “I don’t know what the hell happened. Morgan was supposed to be disciplining him. Give him a taste of his own garbage.”
Cherry knew that would never happen even in the weakest of her father’s moments. “Honey, you’ve let Mother jerk you bad.”
Wounded by the thought, he dropped his head and took the chair opposite hers. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
She nodded. “Why is it you and I always get hung up on the same women?”
Aimlessly, Brian tossed his hands with a bitter smile.
“If she comes to her senses and marries you, are you gonna share?” Cherry asked.
“We Abernathy’s keep it all in the family, don’t we?”
“Its better that way.”
“I just can’t imagine her getting used to the idea of me...Brian Abernathy.”
“Who the hell have you been living with? Morgan didn’t have any trouble in St. Maarten. She didn’t seem at all uneasy about being around wealthy people.”
“What’s she gonna think when she meets my scuzzy friends?”
“That you hang around with scuzzy people. What about Renee?”
Brian huffed. “Yes...what about Renee?”
“You’d better make Renee your little pet.”
“Cheap hussy. Renee would like that.”
“And put some duct tape over her mouth. She knows everybody you laid down with.”
“I can only imagine what this is doing to Dad.”
