by Viva Gold
“Were you feeling Jason up?”
Adam shook his head. His lower lip disappeared between his teeth in his trademark anxious tell.
“Words, Adam. I need your words.”
“Nnnoh, Sir.”
Izzy ummed for a bit letting Adam stew. “That’s not what it looked like to me Boy.”
Adam’s breath was coming quickly and his face was flooded with colour. He instinctively dropped to his knees; hands palm down on his thighs; head bowed. I nudged Remi and we studied our friends’ dynamic. It was fascinating to witness the change in both of them as soon as Izzy invoked his Dom status.
“Wow, that’s powerful.” I could tell Remi was in awe of them. “And beautiful.”
I nodded. I was always struck with something akin to angst watching Izzy’s display of dominance and Adam submitting so willingly. I understood the essence of their relationship but always felt slightly uncomfortable watching it in action outside of a scene. “We need to leave them to it. Izzy likes to indulge himself when it comes to his Boy’s punishment. They’ll both be good for nothing afterwards; it gets intense.”
Remi and I left Izzy muttering in a low tone only Adam could hear. I turned to see Adam shudder and I gasped at the look of bliss on his face. I sighed and felt a little bit envious but I knew Remi and I would get there in our own way soon.
High pitched giggles emanated from the direction of the kitchen where we found Angel being thoroughly spoiled by Charlie and Cook. He had tubs of ice cream and other sweets on the kitchen table before him and Mummy was encouraging him to eat. He looked adorable with a splatter of cookie dough on his upper lip.
“He’s going to be sick.” Remi didn’t sound happy.
“Apparently ice cream is Angel’s favourite treat.”
I snorted. I knew it wasn’t but I think Mum meant food so I didn’t correct her. Remi nudged me in the ribs.
“Mummy. Please try to remember that Angel is 18 and not 8. What’s more, he’s our boyfriend not our child. He likes to take it up the arse just the same as us. Treating him like a wannabe grandson wasn’t quite the plan.” Remi rolled his eyes and thwacked me hard on the arse. He hated when I disrespected my mother and I knew I’d be paying for that later. Maybe, I did it on purpose; maybe not.
“Jason dear,” Charlie turned her beady gaze to me, “hopefully I can trust Remi to remind you of your manners. For now though why don’t you take Remi and Angel to your suite. I’ve had a larger bed moved in there and left some things for Angel. Then perhaps later we can have a chat.”
“Is this really our room?” Angel was flitted around my suite opening all the doors and climbing on to the window seats for a better view of the garden. He was an excitable little pup and Remi and I let him bound about at will. We were so relieved his mood had improved. “I love your Mum.” He called from the bathroom. “Oh my God!”
Remi started at Angel’s exclamation and we both hurried into the bathroom. Angel was standing in the middle of the shower cubicle spinning around and around. I laughed. Remi shook his head.
“Even the chateau didn’t have showers like this.” Angel slipped and fell on his arse. He narrowly missed smacking his head against the tiled walls.
“Right that’s enough.” Remi strode over to him, hauled him up over his shoulder and marched him out of the room. Angel was kicked and squealed as Remi tickled his sides teasing him and making sure he knew he wasn’t cross. I ran to the bed and sat with my back to the headboard. Remi deposited Angel in my lap and the three of us huddled close. It was intimate and lovely. The three of us shared sloppy kisses and we made out like that for ages relishing each other’s closeness.
Remi and Angel had fallen asleep so I used the time to seek out my mother for our much-needed chat. She deserved to hear from me first-hand what happened at the chateau and what my plans were, so I filled her in on everything that had happened. I had given her an overview on the phone when I checked that it was ok to bring Angel home, but she was still understandably shocked at some of the details. She enquired after the other boys and I told her about Izzy’s idea of opening a residential Woolf-Cohen branch in Paris. I had helped establish the current centre in London and was determined that Izzy permit me to assist with the Paris project too.
“Daddy and I will contribute of course.”
“Thank you Mummy; that’s terribly generous, but it won’t be necessary. Jack Woolf is quite territorial over it and has raised substantial funds. More than is required for solely the one London centre.”
“Ah, yes Jack. He and your father is acquainted on a ‘professional’ level I believe.”
I chuckled. “Yes Mummy.”
We were sat in the conservatory taking tea. I couldn’t believe it was only a couple of weeks ago since I’d sought refuge at home following ditching the Twins and it was in the exact same position that I spotted ‘grown-up’ Remi for the first time.
“And you’re satisfied with the new arrangement including Angel?” Mummy took a sip of her tea and threw me a concerned look over the rim of her cup. As always her expensively tinted blonde hair was styled in a scraped back pony tail. I knew she wore it that tight so it lifted the skin on her face, but she really didn’t need any help in that department; Charlotte Greenall was naturally beautiful. I had her to thank for my cut glass cheekbones and poise.
“Angel compliments Remi and me perfectly and adds much needed brevity to our dynamic. He’s a naughty little imp and keeps us on our toes.” We both grinned at my description but my face fell and Mummy reached over to take my hand.
“What is it darling?”
Tears sprang to my eyes as I retold Angel’s story. “He’s so strong Mum. To have lived through all of that and he’s still only eighteen. Angel deserves a chance and Remi and I are more than willing to give it to him. He’s a very special young man.”
“And undeniably stunning. He took my breath away at first sight.” Mummy put her cup down.
“He is extremely attractive. And he’s very skilled and not nearly as shy as you might think!”
Charlie rolled her eyes. “There’s only so much a mother needs to know dear. As long as you all treat each other right, although I don’t claim to understand that aspect of your relationship at all. Please assure me it’s one hundred per cent consensual.”
I reassured my mother that we were working on finding our limits. I apologised for turning out to be such a deviant but that Remi and Angel and I were all extremely content with the situation.
“They are both so irresistibly sexy Mum. I’m genuinely happy.” We went on to discuss Angel’s living arrangements and I realised that Remi and I had not fully closed the matter on whether I would be commuting or not. I decided to go and talk to Izzy about it. “I’ll see you at dinner Mummy.”
Wandering along the hallways of my childhood home, I took a moment to appreciate the splendour of it. I sent a silent prayer of thanks to God for my privileged upbringing and promised to do good in the world to compensate for those who were worse off. My family were extremely generous when it came to being charitable hence the upcoming gala.
Nearing Izzy and Adam’s room I hesitated. I wondered if I would be interrupting anything and strained to hear. Low moans I recognised as Adam emanated down the hallway making my cock twitch. Adam was absurdly sexy and never more so when submitting to his master. I tentatively knocked on their door fully expecting to be told to fuck off.
“Who is it?” Izzy called out.
“Just Jase.” I responded.
The door swung open. “Come on in Just Jase.”
My breath hitched. Izzy wore nothing but his jeans which were undone at the crotch. His spectacular chest gleamed from a light sheen of perspiration and I peered into the room curious to see what had him all worked up.
“Oh God, I can come back…” I made to escape but Izzy captured me before I could leave.
“Take a good look at what happens to naughty pups when they sass their master.” Izzy pushed me into th
e room. There on the bed was Adam. He was on his back with his hands above his head cuffed to the bed post. His knees splayed wide apart were held in place by a spreader bar that was also hooked to the bed head. This shifted his lower body up and exposed his balls and hole. A plug of some sort had been inserted. Izzy showed me a remote control he held in his hand. Adam was blindfolded; gagged, and was wearing a massive set of noise reducing headphones.
“Massive Attack on a loop.” Izzy informed me. “Can’t hear anything but that Godawful noise.” Izzy wasn’t keen I gathered.
“Jesus Iz – he looks magnificent.” My voice was barely more than a whisper I was so in awe.
“Wait until you see this.” Izzy selected a setting on the remote and switched it on. Adam’s body responded immediately. His abs rolled and his shoulders tensed. His head lolled from side to side and his hole pulsed around the base of the plug. His gorgeous cock leaked pre-come onto his stomach. My mouth watered. “This plug has many different settings.” He proceeded to demonstrate as Adam writhed and moaned on the bed.
“How long have you kept him in this state?” I enquired not in the least concerned if I was breaching some kind of D/s etiquette.
“About an hour.”
“An hour! Fucking hell Izzy that’s torture!” My jaw fell open. Adam must have been in hell.
“Umm, precisely?” Izzy beamed. “The only thing better would be if he was in a sling. That way he would be even more disoriented.”
Izzy approached Adam and ran a hand across his flesh from throat to navel. Adam moaned around the gag. Izzy teased his flesh with little pinches paying particular attention to Adam’s perky nipples. The sounds rumbling out of the big man were making my knees weak and my dick hard. Remi would kill me if I got back from a chat with my Mum sporting a raging hard on.
“I need to get out of here.” I was feeling somewhat flustered. I had seen Adam and Izzy ‘playing’ many times, but for some reason, Adam’s total submission and display of absolute trust toyed with my emotions today. The difference in Izzy and Adam’s stature never failed to arouse me in situations such as this. Izzy was by no means a small chap; he sported noticeable biceps and defined abs and stood at just under six feet. His Dom demeanour somehow made him appear bigger yet hardly comparable to his husband. Adam was huge in every way. His shoulders were wide and his chest was heaving. His pecs stood high and firm and his abs dipped and peaked across his middle. He had legs like tree trunks and arms to match and stood at well over six feet, yet he was the submissive. It always took people by surprise; me included at first until you got to know Adam better. His nature was gentle and loving. He had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever met combined with a passive and patient personality. He wanted everyone to be just as happy and in love as he was. I loved them both.
“Why don’t you bring Remi by?” Izzy suggested and I almost stumbled in my retreat.
“Are you mad?” I accused Izzy. “That man does not need any more ideas on how to drive me out of my mind thank you very much. He’s quite capable all on his own.”
“Your boy then?” Isadore Woolf ladies and gentleman, the man who could never let anything go; arrogant prick that he was.
“Did we not establish that Angel is not our ‘boy’? Remi may have not reacted too politely but I am asking you as a friend not to harp on about it please. We have a lot to discuss about our dynamic and your support would be appreciated.” I was pissed off at him for trying to rile me and quite frankly succeeding.
Izzy’s expression dropped. He looked mortified. Gathering me to him in a bone crushing hug he apologised profusely. “I can be a fucking idiot I know I can. I’m sorry Jase. I’d never want to properly upset you. Of course you can count on me to support you. I’ll make it up to you I promise; just bring Remi to the club and we’ll make everything right. I have some ideas.” Izzy kissed me and I hugged him back.
“Thanks, Iz.” Adam interrupted with a sound so wanton it made both of us moan. “Now your Boy sounds needy. You better pay him some attention Izzy.”
I skipped off feeling much lighter and more positive albeit still mega horny. I hoped Remi and Angel were still in bed as I dashed off to our room.
“Holy fuck!”
I burst into the room to be greeted by the sight of Remi holding Angel upside down while he ate him out. He had his hands around Angel’s waist and his head in the v of his thighs. Angel looked like he was doing a weird kind of handstand although his arms kept giving way. Remi held him up as if he were weightless. Remi raised his eyes to me and made a big show of sucking on Angel’s pucker. The little imp squealed and wriggled. His dinky cock bounced around leaking pearl size drops of pre-come. My mouth watered. Remi lowered his eyes to Angel’s cock and I got the message. Licking my lips, I bent my knees slightly and swallowed Angel to the root. He was easy to accommodate and I gorged on his taste and the feel of his velvety flesh in my mouth. I buried my nose in his sac inhaling Angel’s unique scent.
Angel gasped and moaned and cried out until I felt his cock throb on my tongue. It pulsed once; twice, then exploded shooting creamy ribbons of come down my throat. I swallowed it all savouring the exquisite taste. It was mildly sweet from all the confectionary my Mum had lavished on him.
Remi flipped the boy upright and we cuddled him between us while he came back down to Earth.
“Oh, that was too divine.” He sighed making Remi and I chuckle at the look of utter bliss on his beautiful face. It made him appear more ethereal than usual although he was losing that horrible ghostly appearance now he wasn’t being drugged and was eating properly. Angel wriggled against my bulging erection. He did the same to Remi and we both moaned. He let go of Remi’s neck and slid down to his knees settling at our feet. “Kiss!” He instructed and we complied. Angel fiddled around for a few moments freeing my cock. Remi was already naked and fully erect.
“Shiiit!” My knees buckled as Angel’s cool fingers grasped the base of my cock. He tapped the head repeatedly against Remi’s causing him to grunt.
“Kiss!” Angel urged once more. Remi and I crashed mouths if only to ground one another under the onslaught of Angel’s attention to our cocks. He licked and laved and sucked and pumped. If it wasn’t for Remi’s strong arms I would have crumpled to the floor like a limp noodle such was Angel’s attempts to elicit as much pleasure as he could from giving us both head at the same time. My legs began to quiver. Remi sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as his entire body tensed. Angel had both of our slippery cocks in one hand and was pumping our shafts while he licked and sucked at our balls. The delicious friction on my sensitive cock was too much.
“Oh, oh, I’m going to come…” I rose up on my tip toes and bowed my back exposing my throat to Remi who greedily sucked on my Adam’s apple. Straining for release my balls emptied in a heady rush and I came hard all over Angel’s hand and Remi’s cock. The big man wasn’t far behind. I slid my fingers down his back and into the heated crease of his arse.
“Fuck that’s…. too…much….” Remi roared our names over and over as his orgasm shook his entire body. Angel hurriedly tried to capture his load on his tongue and ended up being splattered in the face by great dollops of Remi’s come. We were all heaving and sweaty and messy.
Angel squeaked as semen seeped into his right eye.
“Wahh, that stings!” he yelped and ran to the bathroom to stick his head under the tap. Remi groaned falling backwards on to the bed. I tutted and went after Angel.
“You ok baby?” I smoothed a hand up and down Angel’s back as he washed Remi’s ejaculate out of his eye. Once he was done we returned to the bedroom to find Remi snoring his head off.
Angel giggled. “I find it hard to believe Remi is only a couple of years older than me. Sometimes he’s like an old man!”
I agreed with Angel pleased that he was feeling confident enough to be initiating conversations. “Do you want a tour Little One. This is to be your home after all.” I stroked Angel’s cheek with the back of my hand.
He was too precious. I was concerned to see tears well up in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Angel shook his head. “I’m just a little overwhelmed. It’s hard for me to believe this is all real. I’m waiting for the moment someone tells me this is all an elaborate hoax and I have to return to the streets of Paris. I know in my heart that you and Remi want me but I can’t shake the feeling this isn’t going to come crashing down around me.”
I led Angel over to the window seat. I sat us both down and clasped his hands in mine. “I promise you that no matter what happens you will always be welcome at Greenall Manor. If you decide that you do not want to be with Remi and me, you will still have a home here. One is not complicit with the other. Your future is secure Angel, either way.”
The boy looked stricken. “I will never leave you or Remi, never Jason, do you understand.” He was vehement in his declaration.
“Angel. You are so young…”
“No, Jason, no.” He jumped up and placed a finger over my lips to silence me. “I may be young in years, but I have had enough experience to know what I want and what I absolutely don’t want out of life. Believe me when I tell you that Remi and you are it for me. The only way I will leave is if you make me.”
“Ok, ok. Come here.” Angel settled on my lap. “From now on no one will ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I guessed that was the underlying element to his frantic response and was relieved to feel him relax in my arms. I made a mental note to ask my Mum to arrange for Angel to visit a therapist. I felt he needed to discuss his traumatic past with a professional who could help him more than Remi or I.
“Come on, let’s go and explore the grounds. We have so much fun stuff and we can see how the preparations for the gala are going.”
