Dark Duet Platinum Edition

by CJ Roberts

  “Feelsssgood right there,” Kid slurs. “Mmph.” Celia starts licking into his mouth and he sticks out his tongue so she can suck it. Felipe’s cock tries to fill at the sight, but can’t.

  “Where is my finger, boy?”

  “My pussy,” Kid groans. “Felipe, jussdoit,” he mumbles around Celia’s invading tongue.

  “You want more? Beg me.” Felipe’s voice is rough and husky with renewed lust.

  “Please,” Kid pleads with gusto.

  “Please what, sweet boy? What do you want me to do?” Felipe croons.

  “P-p-please…my pussy…I wanna come. Please.” He lifts his free leg, opening himself. Felipe thrusts his thick finger all the way up the boy’s ass. “Ohgodohfuckohhhhh.”

  “You won’t come yet, will you?” Felipe growls.

  “No,” Kid squeaks.

  “Tell me why.” Felipe slides his finger in and out of the younger man’s ass in a slow sawing motion that has Kid moving his sweaty hips up and down. He wants to lean forward and lick up the precum sliding down his blood red shaft, but Celia beats him to it—the greedy little minx.

  “I’m your slave!” Kid shouts. His cock bounces gently against his own stomach with every wave of arousal.

  “Yes. You are.” Felipe slides a second finger into his young lover’s snug hole.

  51. Kid

  Kid pants, swallows beyond the dryness in his mouth. Felipe’s fingers feel like a claim, a brand being burned into him. He keeps his eyes fixed on his master and showcases his pleasure.

  Celia’s mouth closes over Kid’s cock and Felipe pounds his hole so hard Kid’s body is confused about what to do with the sensations coursing through him. Celia sucks once, twice, and Kid moans his pleasure to the ceiling as he unloads eight days’ worth of come into her gluttonous mouth.

  They all sleep in the same bed that night. Kid begrudgingly takes the middle.

  ***

  52. Felipe/Kid

  He grins impishly at the sight of Kid’s bowed head as he takes a sip of wine. Lacking the ability to disguise his distress, the younger man has been staring into his lap for the past several minutes. He places his own bronze hand on Kid’s blond head and takes a moment to appreciate the contrast. "No tienes hambre, muchacho?" he asks softly.

  Kid blinks rapidly and shakes his head to clear his wayward thoughts. He looks up toward Felipe, perturbed by his master’s genial expression. “I’ll eat if you want me to, but no, I’m not very hungry.” He gently leans into Felipe’s hand.

  The older man sighs and brings Kid’s head down onto his thigh. Felipe is adept at sensing when his young lover needs reassurance. “Life has put you through a lot, hasn’t it?” Kid nods, moves his knees closer to the legs of Felipe’s chair. “Celia,” he says and Kid’s shoulders tense. Felipe moves his hand from Kid’s hair onto his nape. “She makes you happy…and you’re worried she doesn’t feel the same. If she did, she wouldn’t take other lovers…is that what you’re thinking, boy?” He massages the ridged muscles beneath his fingers.

  “I’m just your slave.”

  “Hmm…true, I suppose. But you are not just anything, boy.”

  Unsure of his own intentions, Kid places a shaky hand on Felipe’s knee. The older man has a gift for dragging all of Kid’s insecurities out into the light where he can manipulate them as he pleases. Kid hates it; he loves it; he wants it to stop; he wants to beg for it to go on forever. Right now, the older man has him craving delicious praise. “What am I then?” he asks timidly.

  “You’re my beautiful boy.” He puts his arm around the younger man and curls his body toward him until Kid crawls between Felipe’s legs and wraps his arms around the older man’s waist. Dark, strong fingers plow through corn silk hair. “You belong to me, to Celia—only you and no one else.” Kid whimpers. “She adores her good boy…as do I.” Felipe makes a hard fist; Kid whimpers louder. “You make such lovely noises, be it pain, pleasure—it doesn’t matter. One cry and we want you. I go to bed at night dreaming of the day I’ll bury myself inside you. Some nights, I can almost hear your debauched pleas in my ears.” Felipe rolls his hips, scraping his covered erection across Kid’s smoothly shaven cheek. Felipe likes to play in the gray area between what Kid thinks he can handle and what he can actually endure. A cock to the face through two layers of clothing is different than a naked erection.

  Kid gasps. He shivers. “Fuck-toy,” he whispers. “S’that all?” Two months ago, this would have freaked him right-the-hell-out, but a lot has happened in that span and he simply isn’t the same person. He’s a slave, a possession, a stripped-bare human being; he is his body, his desires, and his need—and nothing more.

  “It doesn’t have to be.”

  “What does that even mean?” Kid huffs.

  Felipe chuckles. “If you see yourself as a slave, that is what you are. You could just as easily be our companion and confidant.”

  Kid’s brows furrow. What would it mean to accept Felipe’s words as truth? Could he really let this become his life, being a sex slave in a three-way relationship with a guy who can have people killed with a hand gesture and a woman who likes to dress him up like a pony, or a wrestler, or an Aztec? Does he prefer that scenario to the one where he’s a nineteen-year-old high school drop out with no friends, family, money, or marketable skills? He closes his eyes and squeezes Felipe until his anxiety wanes. “I know why you let her sleep with other people.”

  “Do you?” Felipe keeps petting Kid. Dinner is only half-eaten, and despite the waste of a perfectly delicious game hen, he’s happy to get this rare and intimate moment with Kid. Frankly, he’s also put out by Celia’s determined seduction of his new potential business partner. Felipe appreciates her commitment to him and their future, but these are dangerous times and he worries for her safety; Celia can be too brave. “Tell me, why do I allow her to sleep with other people?”

  “She told me…that…um…she does it to get back at you…for…before.”

  Felipe laughs morosely. “Did she? Well, believe it or not, I was not always the refined man I am today. What else did she say?” Felipe already knows. He’s seen the tapes.

  “That she’s waiting for you to stop her—that you never do.”

  “Why don’t I stop her?”

  “I don’t know,” Kid whispers.

  “It’s simple, boy,” Felipe sighs. “I have no inclination to tame Celia’s wild spirit. She wants to push me into becoming her father, wants me to control her by force, because she needs someone to rebel against. If there is anything I want to break her of, it’s that. I want her to come to the realization she is mine of her own free will and that I am hers in equal measure. The further she wanders, the stronger our bond. Celia is mine; I simply don’t make her admit it.”

  Kid scoffs. “Yeah, real simple. Sounds kinda stupid to me. You guys are so obvious. Why don’t you say what you need to say and be done?” He looks up toward Felipe in time to see the other man throw his head back and laugh. Kid’s chest unexpectedly expands with pride.

  Felipe’s laughter slowly melts away before he sets his glittering green eyes on Kid’s upturned face. “I suppose…it keeps us young.” He runs his thumb across the younger man’s lip and is thoroughly pleased when his boy nips him instead of recoiling from the touch. “Please forgive us for passing messages through you, but anything coming from your lips is bound to sound best.” They smile at one another for long seconds. “Go take your shower and meet me in my room. I’d like for you to sleep in the bed, but you may sleep on the floor if you like. I had Celia make it up for you before she retired for the evening.”

  Kid’s face twists with uncertainty. “Take a shower…by myself? You never let me do that, ‘cept for that one time and I had to wear that thing on my junk for eight days.” He is not going to volunteer to wear that thing—it sucked, and no, thank you.

  “Would you rather I bathe you?” Mischief is thick in his tone.

  “Nope!” Kid scurries out from under the table
and Felipe’s splayed legs. Kid covers his ever-present erection with his hands and offers the older man a titillating view of his naked, pert backside as he walks toward the playroom showers at a brisk clip. He can hear Felipe’s laughter in his ears as he goes. It makes him blush and grin.

  53. Celia

  Kid’s hot length pushes at the back of her throat. She moans and sucks him deeper inside, choking herself on his engorged cock, reveling in the abandoned cries of her beautiful slave.

  He holds tight to the ring dangling from the ceiling and keeps his bare feet on the floor through sheer force of will. He doesn’t brace for the paddle. He lets his body absorb the dull thud—accept the pain Felipe doles out.

  “Gracias, Felipe,” Kid groans. “Oh, Celia. Please…ohgod…don’t suck so hard. It hurts.”

  Celia pulls her mouth off Kid’s cock with a loud pop and smiles with triumph at the long ropes of spit and slick clinging to the tip of her boy’s flushed manhood. “You don’t like it?” she pouts deviously. “Do you want me to stop gagging on your dick, baby boy? I was hoping you’d come all in my mouth. You don’t want to?”

  “I do! I do, Celia. I’m sorry. Please suck it again.” He cries out in pain as Felipe’s paddle comes crashing down on his backside.

  “No. You upset me.” She stands and wipes her chin, sure to suck her fingers clean. Kid’s expression is pained, so sexy. “If you want your little boy cock sucked, you’ll have to ask Master. Maybe he’ll let you come in his mouth.” Behind Kid’s shoulder, Felipe grins and shakes his head before he brings the paddle crashing down on Kid’s ass.

  Felipe is fully dressed, shirt damp with sweat from exertion; Celia doesn’t know which of her men is more handsome, more devout, and it thrills her to her soul she doesn’t have to choose. Felipe pauses to press his body along Kid’s back, making the boy hiss. “Would that please you—coming down your master’s throat?”

  “Please,” Kid pleads.

  Celia’s body is tight with anticipation. “Sí, por favor!” Felipe isn’t the only one who has been patiently waiting for Kid to finally say yes. Just the thought of the older man on his knees with Kid’s dick fucking his face makes her pussy swell with need. Kid wants to say yes, she can see it in his eyes and the way his hips fuck the air. She doesn’t resist the urge to spread her legs and finger her pussy in front of them.

  Kid closes his eyes on a pained moan and dips his chin toward his chest. “Okay.”

  “No,” Felipe says, “beg me, like a good little boy.” Celia fingers herself faster as Felipe unbuckles his belt to unzip and fish out his thick, incredibly hard length to stroke the crack of Kid’s ass.

  Kid startles. “Not my ass!” He squirms, but continues to hold tight to the ring over his head all on his own. He swallows several times, panting. “Just…um…suckmydickandletmecome,” he says in a rush. “Please?”

  Felipe throws his head back and laughs. It makes Celia’s heart feel like it’s going to burst from joy. “Come on, boy. You can do a little better,” Felipe croons.

  Kid smiles, tries to hide it, and can’t. “F-Felipe,” he tries again, “will you please suck my cock? I…I want you to…taste it…swallow my come…the way you make me.”

  Celia has to put a hand on Kid’s shoulder to brace her as she comes. Felipe’s arm comes out from behind Kid to hold her close. She pushes her tongue into Kid’s mouth and savors his submission until her orgasm passes and she can stand without assistance.

  “Good boy,” Felipe praises.

  Celia takes up the paddle as Felipe circles Kid’s dangling, stretched body and settles on the floor, his own cock in hand.

  “Oh, God,” Kid says. He shivers and Celia lets the paddle drive his hips forward, where Felipe is waiting to receive his reward for being a patient man.

  Both men groan with pleasure the moment Kid’s cock is sucked inside Felipe’s mouth. Much to Celia’s surprise, Kid’s eyes are glued to Felipe’s, watching his pink flesh disappear into the older man’s willing, rapacious mouth. “Mmm…mmm…mmm.” Kid fucks his master’s mouth in time with his moans and Celia’s paddle.

  Celia beats her boy at an angle so she can watch the entire spectacle. Her own wetness runs down her naked thighs as she watches Felipe suck Kid’s cock and stroke himself to orgasm. Her master looses a keening whimper of his own just before he paints Kid’s left foot with come.

  “I’m coming!” Kid warns and thrusts hard into Felipe’s mouth, where his master is waiting to swallow every drop.

  After several seconds, Felipe pulls away and says through panting breaths, “You’re delicious, baby boy, just as I imagined.” He kisses Kid’s softening cock. “Let go.”

  Kid releases the ring and collapses into their waiting arms.

  ***

  “Celia?” Kid inquires once they’re alone in Celia’s bed; she’s already accustomed to his warm weight on her chest at night and hopes he’ll never get his own room.

  “Yes, Kid?”

  “Will we ever be free?”

  Celia hugs him tight. “I don’t want to be free.”

  Kid nods. “You love him.”

  “I do.” Celia kisses and strokes his hair just the way he likes.

  Kid sighs. “He loves you too.” Her young lover’s fingers tap anxiously against her belly. He clears his throat. “Do you think you’ll ever…love me?”

  Celia tilts his chin up. She smiles, kisses his lips. “I do,” she whispers. She watches his eyes as he processes this information; he wants to ask if she’s implying she loves him already, or is open to loving him in the future. She witnesses the moment he loses his courage.

  In the end, the boy only says, “Thank you.”

  Celia kisses him, savors him.

  54. Kid/Felipe

  The second to last thing Kid wants is to wake Felipe and stare into his pompous face as he realizes how unrested Kid is from sleeping alone and on the floor. Kid’s distaste for having to suffer his master’s smug satisfaction is second only to Kid’s burgeoning proclivity to give in to the older man and willingly climb into the bed. Luckily, his need to make a decision is interrupted by the distinct sound of someone punching the security code into the door. “Jefe,” Reynaldo, Felipe’s head of security, hisses into the darkness.

  “Que es lo que pasa, ahorra?” Felipe grumbles. He sits up, handgun at the ready. “Come here, Kid,” he says offhandedly and pats the bed before returning to his conversation with Reynaldo. If he is surprised by Kid’s immediate compliance, he gives nothing away, just places a firm hand on his exposed shoulder and swirls his thumb.

  “Sir, I thought you might like to know Celia is in Mr. Caleb’s room. Do you have any orders?” He stands patiently in the dimly lit hallway.

  Felipe’s hand prevents Kid from leaving the bed. The boys Spanish has improved dramatically and is usually something for which he is praised…unless he’s being an inquisitive little scamp. “Easy, boy, Celia already has a protector.”

  “But Felipe!” he decries in a mangled accent before lowering his voice. “That guy…he’s…he…” He cut off Tiny’s head with a hunting knife.

  Felipe smiles warmly in response to Kid’s concern for Celia. However, “He is none of your concern. Quiet now.” It’s an easy thing to collapse the younger man to the mattress by pulling on his supporting hand. It’s a far more difficult task to ignore the spark of arousal catching fire in his stomach as Kid submits with little more than an indignant huff, but he has more pressing matters. “Did she seem distressed?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Very well.” Felipe yawns and sifts through Kid’s hair, much to the boys chagrin. “Thank you for alerting me. I’ll take control of the situation. You may go.” He waits for Reynaldo to shut the door before he turns toward Kid. “Your mistress is never far from the middle of things.”

  Kid sits up to grip Felipe’s arm. “Go get her, Felipe. Please. Caleb is a monster.” He swats the older man’s placating hand away from his head. He doesn’t want to be coddle
d while Celia is in danger.

  “She’s fine, I assure you. Celia is the monster under that particular bed. She’s no doubt been planning this since Caleb arrived with Kitten.” He sets his gun on the nightstand with a yawn. Kid eyes the weapon with wide eyes. “The safety’s on.”

  “It’s not that,” he says firmly. “S’just kinda weird you kept a loaded gun in here…with me…while you’re asleep.”

  Felipe rolls his eyes. “I know killers, boy. The most you could manage would be to give me a bump on the head.” Kid’s mouth falls open, agape with shock. Felipe shakes his head. “I never get tired of your expressive face.”

  “Whatever.” Kid pouts. “Can we focus on Celia now? I don’t get how you’re just sitting here while she’s alone with that asshole.”

  “Watch it, boy. I’m awake now and more than willing to distract you below stairs until Celia has concluded her business.” Felipe waits for the words to sink in and for Kid to drop his shoulders. He may be young, but Kid is no one’s fool.

  “You want her to find out something?”

  “I want her to do more than that.” He rises from the bed and extends his hand toward Kid, who takes it without hesitation. They walk only a few steps to Felipe’s desk, where he motions Kid into a chair and types his convoluted password to view his laptop’s home screen. A few clicks later, they are watching Caleb go down on Celia in Kitten’s room.

  “Holy fuck! You’ve got a camera in there.” Kid is scandalized by the invasion of privacy. “Does Celia know? Oh my God.”

  “Language, boy! Yes, she knows,” Felipe says through a grin. Celia’s legs are spread to their limit, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Caleb sucks and licks noisily between her pillowy nether lips. Celia’s head rests in the lap of Caleb’s virgin slave; Kitten does not appear pleased by the situation. In the days of Rome, Celia would have seduced the rulers of nations. It’s Felipe’s gain that their fates are tied. He is always looking to expand his empire.