Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey

by Blanche, Neige

  “Yes, sir,” Sunny whispered.

  “Keep it up, son.” He rubbed a moment more and left Sunny standing there with his erection at full attention.

  “Miss Nez, do you think Sunny’s got a nice dick?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So you’ve seen it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Have you fucked it?”

  “No, sir.”

  “What a shame, Miss Nez. It’s a worthy fucking dick.”

  Sunny’s pants stretched tight around the erection.

  “Play me something. Play me a tune,” Mr. Scott said.

  “Yes, sir.” Sunny picked up his guitar and strummed a chord, then began to play in his absent-minded way as Mr. Scott began to pet my head. Mr. Delacroix was correct when he said I was oversexed, because all I could think about was Mr. Scott kissing me the way he kissed Sunny.

  “Nez,” Mr. Delacroix said from behind the sofa, “come.”

  I was immediately brought out of my reverie and went to his side. Mr. Delacroix stood behind the sofa shirtless, donning royal-blue silk pants. Mr. Scott’s hand fell along my body as I rose and I heard him sigh. Mr. Delacroix pulled my hair and kissed me hard, as Mr. Scott had done to Sunny. I let my hands fall to my sides in total submission.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, “you’ve been a good girl.”

  “Thank you, my lord,” I whispered back.

  He took my hand and led me into the living room back to my pillow. I sat dutifully at his feet.

  “Sunny, I love the last verse of that song because it’s true, isn’t it, that spirit cannot be destroyed?” Mr. Scott asked.

  “Yes, sir, it’s true.”

  “And what of pride?” asked Mr. Scott. “My dear Miss Nez, can pride be stripped away?”

  “Yes, sir, I suppose it can be, but it’s okay because only then can we see our true spirit, which can never be destroyed.”

  Mr. Scott leaned over me and took Mr. Delacroix by the hair; his gentle kiss fell on Mr. Delacroix’s open receiving mouth. Never again would I see Mr. Delacroix as enraptured as I did in that moment. He bent beautifully, naturally, in Mr. Scott’s hands.

  “You’ve done well, my love.”

  Mr. Delacroix’s silk pants stretched in hardness.

  “I hope to see all three of you at Twisted Oak soon,” Mr. Scott said as he put his shirt on. Mr. Delacroix stood. “Gregory, you’ve been good to me all these years, like a son,” he said to Mr. Delacroix and kissed him again. Sunny stopped strumming and the air was thick with emotion. Mr. Scott continued through tears. “Your dad,” he paused and swallowed hard. “Your dad knew when you’d be ready. God, you’re so much like him. You’ve learned so much.” Mr. Scott closed his eyes tightly and then opened them as if he were trying to erase the sight of Mr. Delacroix’s father from his mind. “Twisted Oak is waiting for you. She’s yours just as your father wished. The student surpasses the teacher and so now I learn from you.”

  “I love you, Jackson,” Mr. Delacroix said and Sunny looked stunned. “I love you too, Gregory-Michel.”

  Mr. Scott walked out. The only noise came from the square and the ticking grandfather clock. Mr. Delacroix collapsed on the floor in a heap of sobs.

  I looked at Sunny, but he did not go near Mr. Delacroix. I froze with fear on my pillow. I did not understand and I don’t think Sunny did either, not completely. I reached for Mr. Delacroix, but he pushed my hand away, went to our bedroom, and gently closed the door.

  “Just leave him, Miss Nez. He’ll let us know when he needs us.”

  “Is this one of his sad times, like you said?”

  “Yeah, best to leave him be.”

  “Is it always like this?”

  “Actually, no, I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”

  “I can’t imagine what happened. He was fine this morning.”

  “I’ve never heard them use first names like that, not in front of me, anyway. This is something different,” Sunny said with worry in his eyes.

  “What do you think happened? He’s in there crying and I’m not helping him. This is terrible. Listen to him. We’ve got to do something.” The sound of Mr. Delacroix’s cries were audible even over the goings-on in the square.

  “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Miss Nez.”

  I could not sit still so I went outside to get some fresh air and brought the iced tea glasses into the kitchen. I looked in the fridge to see what might be available for dinner and found grillades and grits; fresh salad greens were left over as well. Good enough, I thought, as it appeared I would be the one taking care of Mr. Delacroix this evening for once. I was happy to repay his kindness.

  “Are you going to work tonight?” I asked as I came back into the living room to find Sunny sitting on the sofa where Mr. Delacroix usually sat. I was hoping Sunny would not leave.

  “No, I better stay in case he needs me,” Sunny said, and went to call Abby. I heard him tell her that Mr. Delacroix was ill and that he needed to stay in and take care of him.

  The crying stopped, but the room was silent. I feared Mr. Delacroix had done something rash. “Sunny,” I said when he’d got off the phone, “he’s too quiet. I gotta go in there. What if he hurt himself or worse?” I was near hysterics thinking of all the stories of suicide in his past.

  “He won’t do that to us, not after what he’s been through. I know he won’t. He’s too strong for that.”

  “I wonder what the hell happened. What that fucker did to him,” I said. I was feeling protective of Mr. Delacroix and angry with Mr. Scott for causing him so much pain.

  Sunny had a knowing look on his face as if he’d suddenly figured the whole thing out. “It kinda seems to me, babe, that it was the other way around.”

  “What the hell do you mean? Didn’t you see him? He was a mess after Mr. Scott left. That man did something to him, something bad.”

  “Hey girl, it seems to me that Mr. Scott was doing some crying too. About the student surpassing the teacher and all that. I think it was Mr. Delacroix who taught Mr. Scott a lesson today, not the other way around.”

  “Then why is he crying? Why is he so sad?”

  “It’s pretty emotionally charged when power is exchanged, and think about it. Mr. Delacroix has been under Mr. Scott for all these years and now suddenly he isn’t. That’s pretty huge.”

  “You think that’s what happened just now? He hasn’t said anything to me about it.”

  “I can’t say that it happened, but if it did, he wouldn’t talk to you about it. It’s between the two of them. As I said, it’s a pretty personal thing between two people.”

  “God, Sunny, what does all this mean?”

  “Sunny?” Mr. Delacroix called out. “Come, please.”

  “Stay here, Miss Nez.”

  “But—”

  “Stay, I’m telling you. Stay the fuck here. It’ll be okay.”

  He went to the bedroom door and knocked.

  “Please, Sunny, come in.”

  I heard Mr. Delacroix’s voice strong and clear and then hushed voices and Sunny’s soothing croon. He was a good friend.

  If there was an exchange, that meant that Mr. Delacroix did not belong to Mr. Scott anymore, released from years of bondage. Mr. Delacroix had been Mr. Scott’s submissive since he was fifteen, his formative years spent living and behaving according to the commands of another. The gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks and it was all because Ty found me going the wrong way.

  “Nezzie,” Mr. Delacroix called, “come.”

  I shook it off. I was overthinking things again. I went to the bedroom door and knocked. “Come in, please.”

  I entered to find Mr. Delacroix standing next to our bed, naked. His penis was erect in one hand, and he was holding a strand of beads in his other. Sunny was tied u
p, trussed more like it, to the top of the headboard, right ankle to right wrist and left ankle to left wrist, eyes closed in blissful sedation. I remembered Monique’s description of the same position. My breath caught.

  “You’re in my bedroom. Take off your clothes, whore.”

  I followed Mr. Delacroix’s forceful command. “Sunny?” I asked, but got no reply.

  “Shut up. No one asked you to speak. You want my cock down your throat again, slut?” Mr. Delacroix raised his hand.

  Sunny strained against the restraints. “Mr. Delacroix, no!” he shouted.

  My body was shaking in fear and I fell to my knees. Cursed flashes ran through my head of my mother dropping to the floor before Steve hit her. All I could do was get as small as I could, face to the floor, but when nothing happened, I looked up and saw Mr. Delacroix looking at me, lowering his trembling hand.

  “I’m sorry, I forgot.” He seemed to be talking to someone else, someone floating above him.

  Sunny relaxed and Mr. Delacroix turned to me. “Forgive me, please, both of you. I’m in control now, don’t fear. Get up, Nez. I’m sorry. I just . . .” He looked up again. “I’m okay.”

  I stood at his side and watched Sunny sink into the ropes. Sunny’s expression was meditative. This is what he’d been missing. This is where he was longing to be. Monique’s words filled my mind.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked longingly. “I’m sorry. Please, I need you to trust me.”

  “Yes, my lord.” I looked at his eyes, no longer darkened but misted with tears.

  “Thank you, my love,” he said, relief in his voice. “Nezzie, I require your help this time and it’s my hope you’ll learn a thing or two. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “I want you to watch carefully and follow my every single command exactly as I say it, the moment I say it, do you understand?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Good.” He handed me a tube of lubricant. “Take this and fill Sunny’s ass with it just like I did yours the other night.”

  I climbed on the bed and squirted a glob of it in Sunny’s ass. To my astonishment, he opened wider than he already was. He let out a long sigh and his arms lengthened.

  “Good, Nezzie, see how he relaxes against the ropes? How he uses them for comfort? Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Good girl. You’ve been such a good girl today. Thank you, my love.”

  “You’re welcome, my lord.”

  “I want you to carefully watch as I enter Sunny’s ass. Note how pleasurable it is, not painful. Nez, listen to my commands carefully. Once I mount him, I will bend over and kiss him, at which time I want you to fill my ass with lube just as I did you the other night, but this time you put the beads up my ass. Put them in one at a time like the other night, but leave the ring out at the end so you can pull them when I say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “So bright, my Nezzie, such a quick study you are and so beautiful. I want you to watch while I fuck Sunny in the ass. I want you to see how pleasurable it is. Nezzie, this is important, so listen. When I say now, you have to pull the beads out quickly as I did to you the other night. You have to do it right when I say, otherwise the timing will be off and it won’t be as good. Do you understand? You want to please me, right?”

  “Oh yes, my lord, very much.”

  “If you do this well for me, you’ll be rewarded handsomely. I promise.”

  “Thank you, sir.” My insides were turning and I was wet between the legs.

  “Okay, watch now.” Mr. Delacroix rose up and put his hands on the headboard. He leaned on his arms and was on his feet to mount Sunny’s bulk. His muscles moved in chiseled symmetry.

  Sunny’s breathing was ragged, but when Mr. Delacroix slowly entered him, his opening widened in acceptance, and his breath came out in one long sigh of relief. He whispered, “Thank you, sir. God in heaven, thank you.”

  “Sunny, you’re so good for me,” Mr. Delacroix said as he pushed deeper and bent to kiss his submissive partner. Sunny kissed hungrily and I filled Mr. Delacroix as he commanded, his anus welcoming my attention. He moaned in approval and spread his legs a little, opening for the first bead. I was nervous because it was big, but I followed his directions and found the bead slid in easily. I proceeded to place nine more beads, each sliding in until the last two or three, when I had to shove them in with my finger. He moaned in delight. “Yes, Nez, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, my lord.”

  “Okay, Nez, watch now. Look at how Sunny loves a good ass fucking.” Mr. Delacroix rammed into Sunny very suddenly, grunted loudly, and then rammed again. Sunny’s eyes flew open and he struggled against the ropes.

  “Please, sir. Oh god, yes, thank you,” he said, and fell back into his relaxed state, letting out a long, low moan.

  “You like that, Sunny?”

  “Yes, sir, please don’t stop.”

  “Sing for me, Sunny, come on.” He was ramming Sunny in hard, even thrusts. I watched as he went in and out. “Good boy,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” He grunted and breathed hard. His skin began to glisten with sweat. There was nothing gentle about the two men having sex. It was majestic and beautiful to me, a thing of grace like stallions running, hard muscle and sinew straining and pushing. Sunny opened wide and bent freely.

  I began to breathe in sync with them, feeling their passion for one another. It went on for a few more minutes before they moaned in harmony. Mr. Delacroix exclaimed, “Now, Nezzie. Pull it now!”

  I pulled the ring and the beads came out more easily than I thought they would. Mr. Delacroix let out a terrifying guttural scream. His body shook as if seizing as he collapsed on top of Sunny. I rushed to hold him up as he had done for me, but he was heavy. I was standing on the bed straddling Mr. Delacroix, holding him with both hands under his hips. Tears fell from his eyes to Sunny’s chest and I was afraid. Sunny still hadn’t caught his breath.

  “Are you okay, my lord?” I asked.

  “Nezzie, baby! Never better, as you say, my love. Never better.” He smiled weakly and lifted himself off Sunny.

  He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. Sweet southern breezes kissed his voice. “Now I am in complete control. I needed that.” He looked at Sunny. “You okay, boy?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Mr. Delacroix sat back on his knees. “Nezzie, untie Sunny’s legs for me, but leave his hands tethered to the headboard, my dear.”

  I went straight to work. Mr. Delacroix’s knots were remarkably easy to untie considering Sunny’s inability to escape them. I apologized to Sunny for keeping his hands tied.

  “Miss Nez,” he said, “I told you earlier how much I’ve been missing this. I could stay like this all night. Now I know that I truly live for this.” He unfolded himself and stretched his legs. His erection reached toward the ceiling.

  “Oh, Sunny,” I said.

  I did not realize that Mr. Delacroix had vanished into the bathroom until I heard the water running. The beads were gone. I stood at the foot of the bed watching Sunny sink further into an altered state. I hungered to relieve him of his pain.

  Mr. Delacroix came to me and stood facing Sunny. He turned me toward him, kissed me wildly, and grabbed my breasts in each of his hands. He shook them as he spoke.

  “You did so well. Thank you, my dream.” He kissed and sucked each of my breasts. “Now for your reward, my love.” His hand went between my legs and shoved them apart. His fingers rushed into me.

  “Hey, boy,” he said to Sunny, “she is nice and wet for you.” He pulled his hand away and come dripped down my shaking legs.

  “Nez, I’m gonna sit in my chair so I can watch you fuck Sunny, but you have to face me. You have to look at me. Do you unders
tand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, my voice shaking.

  “Go over there and shove his cock as far inside you as you can. Ride that boy until your insides come out. You’re allowed to pleasure yourself now because you pleased me very much this evening. Do you understand? Is this okay with you?”

  “Yes, my lord, thank you.”

  “Proceed as you wish, my princess, you’re the boss right now.”

  He went to his chair and I climbed up above Sunny and recalled all the squats the trainer had me do. I crawled back down off the bed and Sunny let out a whimper.

  “Don’t worry, Sunny. I’m just gonna put these pillows under you so I can get a better angle. Lift up your ass for me.”

  He lifted and I shoved as many pillows under him as I could. I was starting to breathe heavily and my legs were weak. I wanted to squat on Sunny’s cock, slam into him, and come all over him.

  “How fucking delightful, Nez.” Mr. Delacroix clapped his hands. “This is delish.”

  I stood over Sunny, lined myself up with his manhood, and crashed into him hard. I sat with all my weight and ground myself into him.

  “Nezzie, look at me. This belongs to me,” Mr. Delacroix said as my hips bucked and ground into Sunny.

  Sunny’s breathy moans mixed with his expressions of gratitude. His angelic singsong voice tangled with pleasure.

  “That’s it, son,” Mr. Delacroix said. “Sing for our lady. Good girl, Nezzie, see how you’re making him sing? See how you make us all sing?” The sound of Mr. Delacroix’s voice hastened the quickening and I began to pant.

  “Oh please, Miss Nez, don’t stop.” Sunny was straining against his tethers. I slowed my rhythm and his moan turned into a long, melodious hum. I wanted to turn around and face him, but knew better, so I rode him imagining his expression. I closed my eyes and let myself go. The orgasm was sweet and slow, but I kept the rhythm because it pleased Sunny and I did not want it to end.

  “Nezzie, look at me,” Mr. Delacroix demanded. His eyes locked onto mine. “That’s a very good girl,” he whispered. His gaze was engaging and yet he seemed detached. Minutes passed as he sat back comfortably on his chair while Sunny and I did our best to perform for him. He drank in the anticipation and I basked in his admiration.