by Viva Gold
“Not my thing,” I rasped.
“It is now.”
T produced a set of handcuffs. “Where’d you get those from?” I squawked.
“Car.” T smirked as he snapped them on my wrists, which he then attached to the slatted wood head board. I gasped. No one had ever dared do that to me. I panicked.
“Calm the fuck down or I’ll cover your eyes,” T told me calmly without a hint of threat to his tone. “If you genuinely want to stop, just say red.”
The word was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could get it out, a hot wet mouth engulfed my swollen cock so that all I could do was gasp for breath. T went to town on my nipples while G continued to tongue my genitals. When he swiped across my taint I thought I was going to come there and then.
“Love these.” T tugged at the barbells with his teeth. I hissed at the pain. My nipples were incredibly sensitive and the piercings added a further layer of pleasure when they were played with. He did it again and I arched my back moaning loudly. I heard G gag around my cock just before he slapped my balls hard.
“Jesus. Fuck! You need to stop doing that,” I shouted breathlessly. G grunted a chuckle around my fat cock. It was hard to protest when my greatest asset was betraying my every word. I swelled impossibly harder as G sucked the life out of me. With T tugging mercilessly on my nipples as I lay there unable to escape, I finally gave myself up to the sensation and let myself go. As if they sensed I’d reached a point of no return, they stopped. My eyes flew open. My wet cock slapped against my abs and my hard peaks throbbed in the cool air. “Whaaaaaa?” I strained against the cuffs. “Why the fuck did you stop!” I was on the edge. My balls felt so heavy they ached for release. My cock was on fire. I needed to come so badly. “Need. To. Come!” I barked at them.
The Twins sat back grinning like they’d achieved something really special. I growled at them causing them to dissolve into fits of laughter. I gasped at their lack of consideration to my suffering, yet as my body stopped its desperate thrusting towards its currently denied happy ending, I took a moment to send a silent prayer of thanks to God for sending them to me. To be honest, they could torment me as much as they liked as long as I got to look at them. They were stunning. Muscles on muscles with strong square jaws, facial hair and beautiful dark brown eyes. Their skin was so black and mine so white, we looked like an Oreo biscuit. The thought made me chuckle.
“Want to share?” T asked me. I quickly shook my head. I didn’t think they’d appreciate the comparison.
I watched with wary eyes as they backed off the bed and stood at the end. They still wore their leather shorts now massively distorted by two very large looking penises. I had been with black boys before and had been suitably impressed, but these two took it to another level. I hoped they didn’t want to fuck me – I wouldn’t be walking for a week. I swallowed hard.
“Something wrong, Tal?” T teased me as he tugged at the waistband of his brother’s shorts. The head of G’s cock popped out over the top. It was wide and wet. I gasped when T dipped his head and swiped the bead of pre-come with his tongue. There was something deeply erotic knowing their love for one another was considered taboo. It didn’t feel wrong when you could practically touch the love that flowed between them and I found them to be extremely beautiful together. I felt privileged to be included, but also very much like a spare part.
G shuddered. Before his brother could pull away he grabbed his head and pressed it to his groin. T inhaled. I saw his entire body expand and contract as he let out the breath. I was fascinated by them and utterly mesmerised. T fumbled with G’s zip until he eventually released his cock. It was huge and I swallowed at the sight of it. Almost purple and at least nine inches long, it was a thing of beauty. I was eager to see if T’s was identical.
T tugged G’s shorts down to his thighs, then dropped to his knees. He sucked on his twin’s cock like it was a lollipop, humming with pleasure. After a few minutes, G hauled him to his feet and repaid the favour. I yanked at my restraints with frustration, desperate to touch myself. My neck ached from straining to watch the erotic show unfolding before me. Much more and perhaps I would even come hands free, just by watching them. “Gahhh.” I moaned loud enough to attract their attention. Two shiny bald heads turned my way.
“Like what you see?” T asked. I sensed it was a test. They obviously knew their relationship was taboo to the wider society in which we lived, and while that didn’t seem to stop them from loving one another, I’m sure they wanted to make sure I wasn’t judging them. I never would. I was pretty much the dirtiest fucker I knew. If it had a cock and any number of willing holes, I could care less about anything else.
I looked back at G & T with heavy lidded eyes. My cock jerked and continued to leak. I licked my lips and nodded slowly. They both grinned.
T turned to G. “Think our Tal is a bit of a nasty boy?”
G grinned. “Think he might be.”
My heart skipped a beat as they approached the bed. My pulse was racing in anticipation of their touch. They looked like a pair of predators about to move in for the kill.
“Bring it on,” I coaxed them.
G flipped me on to my stomach. My wrists tugged in the cuffs but they were roomy enough to twist along with me. One of them forced my legs forward so I was on my knees with my arse in the air. My head was spinning. I didn’t have enough time to even contemplate how much I hated being in such a submissive position, when two hands landed heavily on each bum cheek.
“Fuck!” I yelped. Their muscles clearly weren’t just for show. The sting was already burning when they did it again. And again, and again…
Red was on the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t used to being the recipient of a spanking. My head hated it with a passion, yet my body was singing. I’d never experienced how much pleasure could come from pain. Still, the humiliation factor was something I found hard to bear and I was on the verge of stopping it when suddenly I began to float. A weird experience, but not an unpleasant one. I guessed my endorphins had kicked in and the natural high was engulfing my senses quite nicely. The smacks continued until I found myself arching into them. Each one brought a new level of sting until my arse felt like it was on fire. I began to sag.
“We’re losing him,” T, maybe G said. His voice was muffled through the haze in my head. The bed dipped as one of them slid underneath me. “That’s it T, take him all the way down.” T’s mouth clamped around my cock. It was heavenly, the way he slurped and sucked and did something indescribable with his tongue. His hand gripped the base of my shaft preventing me from coming. I moaned like the wanton slut I’d become as I thrust eagerly into his mouth.
“Gahhh!” I yelled, as a fat, wet tongue laved my pucker. “I can’t…” My head spun with the overload of sensation. G was eating me out while T was feasting on my cock. I didn’t know whether to buck or thrust. Just as G pierced my hole with the tip of his tongue, T reached up to tweak my nipples, at which point I just lost it. I shook violently as my orgasm gathered power. Lightning heat tingled down my spine igniting my balls until, finally, I shot my load into T’s mouth. A thick finger penetrated my arse twisting until it hit my prostate and I came a second time from the intense stimulation. I was floating on a haze of euphoria so utterly mind blowing I think I must have passed out.
“Hey, Tal. Tal, wake up.” Light pats to my face roused me from my blissed-out state. At some point my hands had been released and I found myself cradled between two massive bodies. I didn’t often feel small, but G & T dwarfed me on every level. I sighed as my eyes flickered open. “Here he is.”
“Bloody hell, boys, that was epic,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, we get that a lot.”
I propped myself up onto my elbows so I could look at them both at the same time. Their eyes sparkled enticingly. “Ready for payback?” they teased, prodding my legs with their matching erections. I grinned at them lewdly, suddenly infused with a new lease of life. I had no doubt I could give as good as I got.
It was my forte, after all. I wriggled down the bed until I was face to face with their mightily impressive boy parts. I took a cock in each hand and rubbed them together tip to tip. I was rewarded with grunts of pleasure. I spat on both cocks then proceeded to flick my tongue back and forth wetting them up nicely. Replacing my tongue with my hand, I jerked them both, enjoying the slick slide of their shafts against each other. I took the opportunity to peer up the bed at their faces and grinned broadly when greeted with the sight of them lip locked. They were teasing each other’s nipples at the same time. The entire scenario had me rock solid once again and I turned over on to my stomach to allow my cock friction against the mattress. I nuzzled their cocks one after the other, blowing them both until I sensed they were nearly ready to explode.
“Gonna come, Tal,” T warned me.
I flipped to my back and fisted their cocks above my face using my hands, lips and tongue to bring them off. With a sense of satisfied wonderment, the Twins climaxed at the same time. I closed my eyes and let their semen paint my face. Their scent was strong and I lapped up as much of their seed as I could reach with my tongue. I released my hold on them so I could wank myself off with my hand still covered in their mess. Feeling like a fucking prince, it only took a few hard pulls until my own orgasm hit me like a freight train and I came so hard I felt a spatter hit my chin. G, or maybe T, uttered ‘yum’ before leaning over me and cleaning me off with their tongues. Head to fucking toe.
“Shower,” G maybe T announced. I couldn’t move. My bones felt like jelly. I waved limply in the direction of the bathroom. Someone snorted before my world shifted and I was thrown over one of their shoulders for the second time that night. This time though, I was grateful, convinced my legs would never carry my weight.
“Oh, my fucking God!” T maybe G exclaimed. “Tal, my friend, your bathroom is to fucking die for. I’m never leaving.”
I forced my eyes open. I was greeted by the sight of the highest, tightest set of buns. I licked my lips; I much preferred my view to theirs, however, they were still bleating on about our present surroundings. Reluctantly, I lifted my head and swept my eyes over the bathroom interior. I had gotten so used to it, I had forgotten how special it was. I had indulged my every whim on creating a place that was so much more than just a washroom. The toilet was separate, tucked behind a tiled wall, leaving the main area looking more like a spa than a bathroom. The shower spanned the entire width of the back wall. It was state of the art with jets, lights, music; the works. There was a tiled bench and a recessed shelf that held my shower gel and various other bathing accessories. However, it was the bath that really stole the show. It sat in the middle of the room sunken into the floor. It was round and accessed by two surround marble steps. The entire bathroom was done in shades of beige marble, from floor to ceiling. I loved it.
I tapped on the luscious black bum in my face as a signal to put me down, and I was lowered to my feet. “Thanks, um, T.” He smiled at me. “Why don’t we shower off the sticky stuff then have a lounge in the bath. We’ll all fit in easily. I’ll put it on the hot tub setting and get the bubbles going.” I was a bit more awake now and keen to get clean. G & T were already heading into the shower, so I set the bath to fill; dimmed the lights; lit a few scented candles and put some jazz on in the background. I dashed to the kitchen for some snacks and more champagne, and was back before they’d even noticed me gone.
Placing the tray down carefully on the vanity unit, I popped the cork and poured three flutes of my best bubbly ready for when the Twins had finished their shower. I hastily scrubbed the dried come off me with a washcloth, before sinking gratefully into the bath. As the jets of the hot tub soothed my sore muscles, I drank in the sight of my magnificent lovers as they took turns washing each other. My eyelids grew heavy in the steamy atmosphere, yet I was eager not to be alone. “Come and join me!” I beckoned to them. All shiny and wet, and with the grace of a pair of panthers, they made their way to the bath.
T brought the tray over and we snacked on the refreshments I’d grabbed from the fridge. We were all starving and demolished the food in no time. Washed down with the entire bottle of champagne, we burped and giggled our way through the next ten minutes. The Twins were a lot of fun to be around.
“Thanks, Tal. This is all great,” T told me. He was playing footsie with me and G under the bubbles.
“How are you doing?” G peppered his question with a gentle shoulder bump.
“I feel fantastic. You both have my utmost gratitude for providing such excellent methods of distraction.” I tipped my flute towards them and we tapped glasses in a toast to our sexy shenanigans.
“Are you ready to hear about Bastien?” T asked in a grave voice. I nodded. To my surprise, G pulled me close, tucking me under his arm as T began. “It’s not a pretty story, I’m afraid, and we don’t know too much about him personally, but all of those boys, including Angel, have had a really tough time in recent years.”
G took over, telling me how Remi had been groomed in his youth by a nasty older man, Henri De La Roche. The man was into extreme kinks and was utterly obsessed with the much younger Remi. However, in time, Remi left Henri to pursue his studies. Later he met Jason and that was supposed to be it. However, following a very bad argument at Greenall Manor, Remi vanished. It turned out that he’d sought out Henri, who had in turn pretty much kidnapped him.
Jason launched a rescue operation accompanied by Izzy, Adam, G, T and Ben Greenall. It was an epic mission that resulted in not only the capture of the sadistic paedophile, De la Roche, but revealed he had been grooming several young men snatched from the streets. The boys were known only by a number. Angel was Cinq, and had been malnourished and drugged. They were clean at least, but nothing more than sex slaves for Henri’s personal pleasure. When they found Remi, he was being driven out of his mind through sexual torture, but they managed to rescue all of them without anyone getting hurt. Except for Henri, who was left to suffer the wrath of Isadore Woolf in full Master Dom mode.
It was no surprise to me when T revealed that Bastien had been part of Henri De La Roche’s harem.
“We thought the boys were fine, but even now, months afterwards, it seems as if flash backs are easily triggered.” G shook his head looking so sad my breath hitched.
“Yeah,” T continued, “Izzy’s demo was obviously too much for Bastien to handle.”
Inexplicably, my eyes began to sting. That poor boy. Apparently, Henri took homeless boys and groomed them for his pleasure, then sold them on as sex slaves. It was utterly despicable and I was glad to hear he had been detained by the police and locked away for a very long time.
“Word to the wise, my friend.” T directed his words at me. “Unless you are prepared to be very patient and supportive, you might not want to take that on.” He was referring to Bastien. “And I guess sex is probably off the menu, for now.” I heard the underlying warning to tread warily.
“I have no idea what will happen between me and Bastien. I think I probably blew my chances already – but I promise not to hurt him.”
“And this…” G pointed to the three of us. “This never happened. Izzy would kill us and we need the business he sends our way. He’s pretty much our main client.”
I frowned at that, wondering what on earth Izzy got himself caught up in, that he would need to employ security services nearly full time. That aside, I knew tonight’s sexcapade was a one off, but I had another sort of proposal for them. “I’m not scared of Isadore Woolf, let me assure you. However, I’m happy to keep this under wraps. I have a question, though…” The Twins leaned towards me hanging on my words, “can I employ your services?”
The Twins and I came to an agreement. We had no idea how the news that I was supposedly involved with Doron Sagall was going to affect my personal security, however they seemed to think there was a very real threat. I wasn’t prepared to sit and wait for that to happen, consequently, I wanted them to try and find out why Doron was setting me u
p, and what he hoped to gain by making me his scapegoat.
T laid a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go to the meeting tomorrow and discuss this further. G and I have just finished a job and were due to take a vacation, but in all honesty, we couldn’t go now we know about your situation. We’ll help you, Tal. Don’t worry, mate, you’re safe with us.”
G grasped my other shoulder and squeezed. “Come – let’s get some sleep. I’m exhausted.” He yawned for added effect. I wasn’t sure how much shut eye I’d get sharing a bed with these two, but to my surprise their heat and comfort sent me off almost straight away.
5
“Wow. Impressive place.” I craned my neck out of the Range Rover window to get a good look at Greenall Manor. The grounds were beautiful. “Hey, isn’t that the cops?” I spied two figures running through the gardens.
“Liam and Rob? Yeah, that’s them. Jase must have asked them here for their advice.”
“Hmm, must mean Sanjay is around too.” T parked up the car while G tapped out a message on his phone. Soon after, the door to the manor house opened and Jason ran out to greet us. Or rather, he launched himself at G & T while I stood by observing. There was definitely history there. Jason jumped on T and wrapped his long legs around the man’s waist. G moved in behind and sandwiched the Good Lord between them. The three dipped their heads together and kissed.
“Goodness, I missed you chaps.” Jason declared breathlessly. “Hurry; let’s do that again before Remi finds me.” G grabbed Jason around the waist and pulled him off of his twin brother.
“You must have a death wish, Jase.” G laughed. On cue, a moody looking Frenchman appeared at the door. G & T took a step back from their friend.
“Oh fuck, he’s here, isn’t he?” Jason asked. The brothers nodded. Jason spun around looking as innocent as he could muster. I hated to tell him his lips were wet and puffy. Remi raised an eyebrow. “Mon cher…” Jason began sweetly.
