Blue Bunny

by Viva Gold

  “Good God, that arse,” Nico hissed squirming. He had every right to be affected. The water had turned Adam’s speedos practically transparent. His arse crack was clearly visible. The tension in Nico’s body was palpable as we waited for Adam to turn around and face us. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s not fair…” I had never heard Nico whine before, but when Adam reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist denying us the view we were so desperate to see, that’s exactly what Nico did. It was funny really, because we had both witnessed scenes between Master Izzy and his boy Adam, yet this was different. More intimate. Nico stood making no effort to hide his half chub, and I groaned.

  “You two need to stop. You’re driving me crazy.” The ironic thing was that none of us actually wanted to be unfaithful to our partners without their permission, but it didn’t stop the sexual tension building between us.

  “I think that’s the general idea,” Adam teased. Nico and I suddenly understood. Jonah, Izzy, and Mateo had instigated this scenario for precisely that purpose. My cock twitched in excited expectation.

  I threw a family sized bag of kettle crisps at Adam. “Start with those. I’ll go and make us a cheese board.” Cheese was Adam’s favourite food. His eyes lit up as he wolfed down the crisps. I giggled at the mess in his beard while Nico continued to blatantly ogle him.

  Several bottles of Dom Perignon later and stuffed full of cheese, chutney, crackers, and olives, the three of us stumbled upstairs. Jonah had commissioned a carpenter to craft us a ginormous hand-made bed, because he said I was like a starfish and he needed space. It proved very useful right now, as we three overly sated individuals needed a late afternoon nap.

  We crashed about in the dimly lit room, pissed as farts, taking it in turns to use the loo. Dressed only in our underwear, we toppled onto the bed. A lot of giggling and wriggling took place until tucked safely into Adam’s sides, we got comfy.

  “Jonah’s gonna have a shit fit if he findshus here,” I slurred. I closed my eyes as the room began to swim.

  “Go to sleep, little one.” Adam also sounded tipsy.

  “Is this Jonah’s pillow?” Nico piped up from the other side of Adam’s bulk. For some reason, the three of us found his question hilarious. Fits of hysterics ensued until we’d exhausted ourselves and sleep finally claimed us.

  7

  JONAH

  I skidded to a stop in my driveway. The vibrations of the Ducati’s engine that had throbbed beneath me for the journey home had only intensified my desire for Elvis. Had it not been for Izzy roaring up beside me on his Harley, I would have run straight into the house for a quick, hard fuck. But I knew Adam and Nico were still here and that I had to wait for Izzy and Mateo in order to instigate our plan.

  I watched as Izzy swung his long leg over the seat of his bike and hopped off. He removed his helmet tussling his hair back into place effortlessly. I did the same betting my thatch would look dishevelled as fuck. Izzy’s eyes widened. He looked me up and down, licked his lips and winked. God, the man was arrogant. My traitorous dick twitched in my leathers at his salacious appraisal.

  We both looked up as a car came speeding down the road slowing only to turn into my drive. Mateo’s Ferrari F512 rumbled to a stop beside us. I took a moment to admire the red cock rocket switching only to appraise the elegant man emerging from it. Mateo was my first love and remained a very close friend. He calmed me in ways no one else could and I was grateful to have him as my confidante in life. Now that he had Nico to pet, I saw much more of him as he was frequently in the UK. Nico also flew to his place in Spain, but as my PA, I was very demanding of his time.

  “It’s very quiet,” Mateo remarked as we entered the house. Izzy and I deposited our helmets on the floor of the hall.

  “Maybe they are in the pool?” Izzy suggested. We kicked off our boots heading for the back of the house. I poked my head into the pool house, but there was no sign of them.

  “Kitchen?” Mateo asked. They followed me there.

  “Holy shit!” I exclaimed, eyeing the line of champagne bottles on the counter top. Izzy burst out laughing. “Not funny,” I growled. “There’s over a grand’s worth of empties right there.”

  “Darling, Jonah,” Mateo soothed. “Would you deny your boy the best?”

  I relented, chuckling in agreement. “Our lads have gotten themselves pissed on expensive champagne. What’s the betting they’ve passed out somewhere?” I motioned for them to follow me and the three of us trudged up the stairs towards my bedroom. I opened the door silently as possible hoping not to disturb them. I was curious as to what we would find.

  Behind me, Mateo gasped.

  My jaw dropped open.

  Izzy made a slightly feral sound. I braced myself, but he kept himself in check.

  Mateo swore softly in Spanish as he edged his way into the room for a better view. Spotting an armchair in the corner, my friend sat himself down crossing one leg over the other. He turned to me and tipped his chin to the bed. Izzy pushed past me impatiently, but I managed to grab his arm and haul him back. He hissed at me.

  “Calm down, Isadore,” I told him sternly. “They’re just sleeping.” I felt the tension ease in his body as he took heed of my words. “They look beautiful, don’t they?”

  The covers had been kicked off into a heap at the bottom of the mattress. On one side Nico lay on his stomach, his right leg thrown over Adam’s thigh. His arms were thrown over his head framing his mussed dark hair. His head was shmushed into the pillow where he slept soundly. He was utterly still and silent save for the gentle rise and fall of his back, as he breathed steadily. His dark skin was smooth and unblemished and I pondered on how much younger and peaceful he looked in slumber compared to his usual busy and officious manner. Glancing over at Mateo, the love he had for Nico was palpable in the way he drank in the scene of his boy on the bed.

  Izzy was practically vibrating beside me, eager no doubt to move things along. His husband and sub, Adam, was magnificent even as he snored his head off, dead to the world. He lay flat on his back. His long hair, normally tied in a man bun, spread across the pillow. His massive chest with its light dusting of hair, epic pair of pecs and tight buds for nipples, rose and fell as the loud snores erupted from between a lush pair of lips. He was wearing a pair of tight black boxer shorts that did nothing to hide his raging erection. Watching it bob beneath the flimsy fabric was almost hypnotic. Adam’s long powerful legs stuck straight out with Nico claiming one and Elvis pretty much the other.

  And as for my own husband. Well, admiring Elvis was something that took up huge amounts of my time. He was a distraction on a normal day, but lying curled up next to his best friends, his arse and junk covered in the tiniest of thongs, was pure gold. My dick twitched in my leathers as I took in all of his gloriousness. His lithe body was bent into the foetal position right under Adam’s left armpit. I could hardly see Elvis’s face as he’d burrowed into his friend’s side, but the curve of his arse provided enough to ogle at. Familiar snuffles emitted from where he lay, peppered by random mumbles. I heard the words, bunny, dildo and Idris Elba, and chuckled at the magical dream Elvis was probably having. Izzy snorted quietly by my side.

  “Gentlemen,” Mateo addressed us in a low voice. “I think it’s time to wake our boys up, don’t you?” He turned to Izzy. “Do you have the restraints for Adam?”

  Izzy patted his back pocket. “I brought leather ones so they don’t ruin your headboard, Jonah.”

  “Very considerate of you, Isadore,” I replied with a healthy dose of snark. Elvis wasn’t the only one schooled in that form of wit.

  From the corner of my eye, I watched as Mateo rose elegantly from his chair, stepped out of his loafers and padded barefoot across the lushly thick carpet to where Nico was draped across Adam on the bed. He ran the tip of his index finger down the length of Nico’s spine. The man shivered in response. Mateo dipped his finger into the waistband of Nico’s tight red briefs and tugged it upwards giving him the most
delicious wedgie. Then he palmed his exposed cheeks. Nico moaned and slowly woke. He looked momentarily disoriented until Mateo’s face came into focus causing a beatific smile to light up Nico’s face. “My sir.”

  “Nic,” he whispered hoarsely. Mateo smiled back before leaning down and whispering into Nico’s ear. I watched as Mateo returned to the chair to sit back down once again. He sat up straight with both feet planted on the floor in front of him, his arms draped on the arms of the chair. Movement from the bed stole my attention as Nico slid out onto the floor. My jaw dropped open as he crawled gracefully over to his lover. Mateo greeted him by running his hands through Nico’s hair before indicating for him to kneel in position next to him.

  “Such an obedient pup,” Izzy praised.

  I saw Mateo squeeze Nico’s shoulder eliciting another beaming smile. “You next,” Izzy encouraged. “Just in case Adam wakes with a fright and sends Elvis flying!” He sounded worryingly precautionary. I strode over to my sleeping beauty. I slid my hands under his body and gently lifted him into my arms. He sighed and wrapped himself around me like a baby koala.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” I muttered into his ear. He was all warm and snuggly and smelled temptingly edible.

  “Daddy’s home,” Elvis giggled, tucking his face into my neck for a nibble. “Hmm, delicious.” He liked when I came home sweaty from a ride, smelling of the open road and my leather jacket.

  “My turn,” Izzy warned. Our four heads turned to watch him approach the bed. He rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck making us all tense in preparation for whatever evil thing he had planned for waking Adam up. Theirs was a strange dynamic. Izzy the dom, despite being way smaller in stature than Adam. And even though Adam had a gentle nature, he loved being hurt by Izzy, who was the master of torturous play. He knew just how much Adam could take and regularly pushed him to his limits both physically, emotionally and mentally.

  “Fuck!!!” Adam sat bolt upright in the bed as Izzy pinched both of his nipples in a relentlessly ruthless grip. Adam began to pant as Izzy twisted fiercely on his nubs. “Oh God.” Adam’s cries of pain turned into sinfully erotic moans as Izzy continued to punish him. “Master, Sir, I, I, I…gahhhh!” Izzy had let go and was now blowing on the sore teats making Adam squirm.

  “Izzy!” I called. I feared my friend had forgotten the rest of us were here such was his one-track devotion to his boy. He glared at me over his shoulder before remembering the plan. A cross looking Isadore Woolf was insanely hot, causing Elvis to squeak in appreciation from the safety of my arms. I waved at Izzy to move things along. He removed the leather cuffs from his back pocket.

  “Get on your hands and knees, pet,” he commanded Adam, who complied immediately and without question. “I’m going to relieve you of your underwear. Means your arse is going to be on display, which I’m going to take full advantage of.”

  “Yes, sir,” Adam rasped in reply. There was nothing the man loved more than a public scene with a dash of humiliation thrown in for good measure. He locked his hands around the top of the headboard in preparation for the restraints.

  “I can’t believe they’re going to perform a scene for us right here in our bedroom,” Elvis whispered. His voice was full of awe. His body thrummed with excitement. “Is this what you were planning in London?”

  “Wait and see, my lovely.” I nuzzled Elvis’s ear before carrying him over to where Mateo and Nico were sitting. I pulled up a matching chair lowering us both onto it. Elvis wriggled around to get comfy then peeked a glance at Nico, who responded with a wink and a twitch of his lips.

  Mateo noticed and flicked Nico’s ear playfully. “Eyes on the bed, pup.”

  I frowned. Both Izzy and Mateo had used that particular endearment rather than boy or sub. Was Nico a puppy, I wondered? I shook my head; you never really knew a person. What’s more, I had never gotten that vibe from Mateo when we were together. I hoped I’d learn more about their dynamic before the day was over.

  Izzy finished securing Adam to the bed. He slapped one bare arse cheek causing Adam to hiss and jerk. The four of us cocked our heads as one, as a glimpse of his hole came into brief view. I felt Elvis tremble in my arms. I kissed the side of his head and he leaned into me. I heard Izzy check with Adam that he was ok. They went through the very necessary ritual of exchanging safe words, sealing the deal with a passionate kiss. Izzy rested a hand on Adam’s rump and turned to face us.

  “Elvis, Nico,” he addressed them. “You’re probably assuming that I am here to put Adam through a scene. You’d be correct; however, you might be surprised to hear that it’s going to be an interactive session.” I felt Elvis tense. He whipped his head around to look at me for clarification but before I could reply, Izzy continued. “I’m going to give you a chance to speak with Jonah and Mateo respectively, then once I have your consent, limits, and safe words, we can move this little party along.” Izzy took handfuls of Adam’s bum and squeezed. “Adam will be the lynchpin to our play. The scene will be fairly vanilla with no equipment, no BDSM, and very little kink other than the fact there will be six of us involved. Three of you physically.” Izzy grinned at us. “I, and I alone, will lead the scene. Those are my terms; discuss.” He motioned with his hands for us to begin consulting with our partners, but it was hard to concentrate with Adam’s big butt stuck up in the air while Izzy teased his boy’s stiff cock with languid stokes.

  “I can’t believe it, Joe,” Elvis gushed. “Whatever were you thinking?” He held my face in his hands so I had to look at him directly.

  “I was thinking this would be fucking hot,” I replied. We had both enjoyed the scene Izzy put Adam through at Santa’s Grotto in Lapland last Christmas, but had opted out of the ensuing orgy. Too many Elves, Elvis had maintained as an excuse. The fact was, we had our own private tree house to play in that was far more enticing at the time. Now, however, I thought perhaps we were ready to take our sex life to a different level. This was a treat not the new norm, I hastened to reassure Elvis. He chewed on his lower lip flirtatiously. He knew it made my dick hard to see his bottom lip all wet and plump from his abusive nervous habit.

  “You know I don’t have all that much experience,” he whispered nervously. “What if I’m a bit shit?”

  I huffed. “You are definitely not a bit shit in bed, Elvis. I, who have had a vast array of bed partners and sexual trysts, can reassure you with confidence, that you are a great fuck.” He hit me on the arm. “What?”

  “Whilst I realise the sentiment was meant to be soothing, your choice of words wasn’t the most tactful.”

  I shrugged. “You’re still the best fuck I’ve ever had. Stop fretting for no reason.” Elvis pulled a face which I tried to smooth out with my fingers. “You know I’d never ask you to do anything you didn’t want to do, plus I want you to feel comfortable and enjoy yourself. I thought this would be a bit of naughty fun for us both to indulge in, but if you’d rather not…”

  A hand came up to cover my lips. “Hush your mouth, Jonah Kent. I said I was worried I might be a bit shit compared to the others, not that I didn’t want to play. Have you even seen our friends? Helllloooo!”

  Ah, there was my sassy boy. I chuckled. I licked the palm of his hand which he retracted in disgust, contorting his face appropriately.

  “Do you want to pick a safe word?”

  “Do you have one?” he asked, deflecting for a moment.

  “Elephant,” I replied. He barked out a laugh. “It was all I could think of in the spur of the moment.”

  “I don’t really want to know, but I do. Were you in a zoo?”

  Elvis thought he was being funny, but the actual fact was, yes, I had been in a zoo. “I was at a late-night birthday party in London Zoo. It was BDSM themed and I hooked up with a rather bossy little twink who insisted I spank him raw before fucking him up against the railings overlooking the Outback area. All I could think of was that there were no elephants to be seen. Anyway, twink boy was so full of his own prowess he insisted I h
ave a safe word in case he got too intense, so I picked elephant. Obviously, I didn’t have to use it.” Elvis stared at me with a look of disbelief on his face. “I thought we’d agreed to discover more about one another, so this is me sharing, ok?” I popped a finger under his chin to close his gaping jaw. “Now, tell me your word.”

  Shaking his head, Elvis narrowed his eyes in deep thought. “Diced carrots.”

  “That’s two words,” I corrected him. “And that’s pretty vile, Elv.”

  Elvis pouted and shrugged. “But it’s stuck in my head now.”

  Realistically, I didn’t expect him to have to use it as Izzy, Mateo, and I had agreed to keep things at a non-threatening level. “Ok,” I sighed, “diced carrots it is…”

  We went on to discuss what we were both comfortable with and what we wouldn’t indulge in.

  “And you’re sure you’re ok with us being with others?” I reiterated.

  “Can we maybe not fuck or get fucked by anyone except each other?” Elvis suggested tentatively.

  “That was already something I had steadfastly specified, baby.”

  “Then let’s get going!” Elvis clapped his hands with glee, wriggling his pert little arse all over my lap making me hard before we’d even gotten started. I couldn’t wait to see what Izzy had in store for us.

  8

  ELVIS

  I felt like I’d fallen asleep and woken up in Narnia, albeit a rather kinky version. My friend Adam, was looking epically spectacular with his meaty arse already glowing deep crimson from Izzy’s expertly administered spanks. Now that Adam was swaying slightly, it was apparently time for the rest of us to get involved. Jonah and I were already horny as hell sporting rock hard cocks as proof, and when I glanced at Nico and Mateo, I could tell by the blush on their faces that they were equally aroused. I mused on them for a moment. You could have knocked me down with a feather when Jonah told me Nico’d crawled to his boyfriend and knelt so obediently for him. It was contradictory to his usual nature, except he looked remarkably comfortable in his own skin at Mateo’s feet, leaving me in no doubt that he was submissive to him.