by D. J. Manly
“Scott? No,” she shook her head. “He ended up hating me.”
“Why?” Cassidy asked.
“Because I almost cost him the love of his life,” she sighed, finishing off the glass of wine in one swallow. “I was no match for Ciel.”
“I think you fall in love with gay men because you know it’s impossible,” Cassidy pointed out, finishing off the last of his steak.
Amanda nodded. “Quite true. Love is complicated as hell, isn’t it?” She looked at Chase.
“I wouldn’t know,” he replied dryly.
She smiled. “Tonight, we won’t worry about the rhyme or the reason. Tonight, we will just enjoy.” She reached over and uncovered a luscious looking chocolate layer cake. “Want a piece?” she grinned, looking at one young man, then the other.
“You bet,” Cassidy said, holding up a dessert plate and waiting for Amanda to serve him an extra large slice. Chase declined. He had eaten too many rich desserts lately. He did take a cup of flavored coffee, however. He sat drinking it slowly while Amanda and Cassidy moaned over every mouthful of cake they put into their mouths.
A half hour later, one of the servants came and cleaned the table off. They all watched as she deposited everything onto a wheel cart and disappeared.
Amanda stood up and locked the door.
Chase stiffened a little. Cassidy glanced over at him with expectation.
“Chase,” Amanda said, “are you scared?”
He shook his head. “No, just a little … ah … nervous.”
She smiled. “Did you bring the gifts I brought you from Prague?”
“I have them,” Cassidy said, holding up the leopard skin thing and the black leather scrap of material.
“Good,” she smiled. “Go on into the playroom and strip down. Put them on, and I’ll get ready in here. I won’t be long.”
Cassidy jumped up from the table. “Come on,” he said to Chase.
Chase pushed his chair back and followed Cassidy into Amanda’s play room. He had no idea why he was feeling so stressed.
“You look as if you’re shitting your pants,” Cassidy remarked, handing Chase the leather thing.
“I am not shitting my pants,” Chase bit back. “This is just a little different, that’s all. I’m fine.”
“Good, put that on. I’m dying to see you in it,” Cassidy began to take off his clothes.
Chase sighed unenthusiastically, and dropped the leather thong on the floor. He took off his shirt, then his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. He looked doubtfully at the leather thong. “It’s not going to fit.”
Cassidy laughed, and picked it up. He looked at Chase’s cock, not yet erect, and the thong. “It will until you get hard. I’ll help you. Come here.”
Chase moved closer, reluctantly. Chase unlaced the contraption. “Spread your legs,” he said, reaching between his legs and pulling one string under his balls and up into his crack. “The leather thing is made like a small cup, more suited to a guy with less cock and balls than you, Chase,” Cassidy said, lifting Chase’s cock and testicles, and positioning the material around them.
Chase licked his lips. Cassidy’s fingertips on his sex caused his cock to grow in leaps and bounds.
“Okay,” Cassidy said, pulling two narrow strings around his hips and then moving around to tie them in back. “I have to connect these two strings with the one I put between your legs. Ah, I got it, sexy … sexy as hell.”
“Feels uncomfortable,” Chase said, shifting his weight.
“Nice ass, perfectly profiled, and ah,” Cassidy moved around in front again to inspect, “your cock is beginning to surpass the boundaries of the ah…” He started to laugh.
Chase tried to push his cock back inside but the head was peaking out of the leather holder. Cassidy let his eyes wander over Chase’s growing cock, then up his flat muscled stomach, to the slightly bulging pectorals with their fast stiffening nipples. “I can understand Bruce’s obsession with nipples,” Cassidy murmured. “Yours are just about the sexiest I’ve seen in a long time. They’re hard as a rock. Are they tingling?” Cassidy asked, his tongue darting out, licking the air slowly.
Chase moved his hands up to his chest and flicked his thumbs over his nipples a few times.
“Feel good, baby?” Cassidy asked, adjusting his erection inside the leopard skin.
“Bite them,” Chase insisted, moving closer. “Bite them gently, make them harder.”
Cassidy placed his hands on Chase’s hips. “Um, this thing, damn, your cock in this thing is driving me…” he lapped at one nipple causing Chase to moan slightly, then lapped at the other, “driving me to … ah … damn … I think I’m going to come,” he trembled, closing his teeth over Chase’s left nipple.
“No, don’t,” Chase breathed, lifting a hand and placing it in Cassidy’s hair, “not yet.”
“Not yet is right,” Amanda said, walking into the room.
Cassidy moved away from Chase. Both men focused their attention on her for a minute. It seemed she had bought a few scraps of material for herself in Prague. Amanda was wearing a see through pink nightdress which barely covered her buttocks with a matching pair of crotch-less panties. She had left her red hair down and it fell in waves to her shoulders.
“What a beauty you are,” Chase said suddenly. It was too bad there were no straight men in the room to truly appreciate it. Although he had to admit, the perfume she was wearing was doing crazy things to his senses. It was intoxicating.
“Thank you,” she smiled, letting her eyes run over her boys. “How lucky could a girl get,” she remarked. “You guys are hot.”
Cassidy and Chase both smiled at her.
“Okay,” she said, “let’s get the party started.”
“We await your command, our queen,” Cassidy bowed comically.
“You’re the queen,” Chase muttered, good naturedly.
“What does that make you?” Cassidy replied.
“Damned if I know.”
“Cassidy, bring Chase over here to the table. I want him spread out, but not before Chase slowly removes his thong. He’s half out of it anyway,” she giggled. “That was the biggest size they had. Sorry.”
Chase looked down at the material. He reached around and tried to untie the strings at the back. When he had fiddled with it enough and began swearing under his breath, Cassidy came around and undid it for him.
“Thanks,” he breathed.
Amanda took her normal place on her padded lounging chair. “I want you to prepare him, Cassidy, then, you can watch while he takes me.”
Cassidy didn’t reply. He pulled the thong off of Chase and gave him a quick slap on the ass. “Let’s go, stud,” he said.
This was the fist time Chase had lain on that table. It was rather hard and cold. Cassidy flipped the two padded wrist cuffs up from the head of the table and quickly caught both his wrists together. Then he reached under his head and pulled up a padded, black leather studded collar and fixed that around his neck.
“Too tight?” he asked him.
Chase laughed suddenly and shook his head.
Cassidy took his time to move down to the bottom. Chase’s neck was held prone and he couldn’t see what he was doing. Suddenly, he heard a noise, a squeaking sound. Then his legs were being lifted high in the air, and his ankles caught in something. Finally he felt his legs being spread apart. The motion pulled his hips downwards and up off the table, and stretched his arms out so that he was pulled taut.
“Perfect,” Amanda said. “Now, prepare him. Cassidy, I want him hot and ready, but don’t let him come. He only gets to come inside of me. Make free use of the sex toys.”
“Oh, I intend to,” Cassidy replied, causing a little shiver to run down Chase’s spine. He tensed a little as he heard Cassidy walk over to the “toy chest,” open a drawer and mumble to himself. “Let’s see,” he drawled, “what should I choose?”
Chase laughed a little, his balls feeling as if they were caught in a vi
ce, despite the fact that they were free. His cock was already leaking cum, so if Amanda didn’t want him to come, Cassidy would have to be very crafty.
“How’re you doing there, Chase?” Cassidy inquired,
“Ooh … ah … fine,” he managed. In truth, he was so hot, he could have heated a frigging igloo. He suddenly felt a slippery hand sliding over his cock, his balls and downwards, moving up between his ass cheeks. Chase shuddered. As fingers moved up inside of him, probing, pressing, thrusting, he gasped. Concentrate on anything, anything but the sensations those fingers are causing in my cock. He felt his wrists pull against the cuffs, heard himself moan as another hand played with his cock, massaged his balls.
“Oh Chase, you’re one beautiful man with your cock standing at attention like that, your balls so tight, um … and you feel so warm inside, your ass hugging my fingers like that. I wish I was there.” Cassidy lowered his voice to a whisper, “I wish I could fuck you right now. I’m so hot. My cock is so hard, and you look so sexy … no, beyond sexy, caught, and bound and…”
Chase let out a deep moan. For Christ’s sakes, stop talking dirty to me, Cassidy. Can’t you see it’s all I can do to hold on… He was leaking cum. He could feel it dripping down the length of his cock and onto his stomach. He licked his lips.
Cassidy pulled his fingers out of his ass, and lightly ran one hand over his balls, avoiding his cock, then both hands up over his stomach to his chest.
Chase’s body quivered.
“Beautiful nipples, nice pecs,” Cassidy said softly, circling his nipples with his greasy fingers. “Nipples like that need to be clamped I think.”
Oh God no. I don’t think I can…
Cassidy played with his nipples, flicking them back and forth, pinching them with his fingers, blowing on them, then tonguing one while he pinched the other.
“Ummm … oh God,” Chase muttered, his cock throbbing. Think of anything … think of … but all he could see in his mind was Cassidy with a swollen erection, and rounded ready ass, and his cock warned him it wouldn’t be long.
One clamp came down without warning. Cassidy pressed his nipple tight, then, the spring came down on it, biting it. God, sweet pain. Then he heard a low buzzing sound.
Cassidy licked his other nipple, slowly, like a cat would lap up milk. “Um, delicious,” Cassidy moaned. “Do you know how hard I am baby?”
Chase’s hips rose up the table. He licked his lips. “Fuck, Cass.”
“Yeah, fucking would be nice, wouldn’t it? You want to fuck, Chase?” He laughed softly.
Chase swallowed.
Suddenly, something vibrating ran across his nipple.
“Before I clamp the other one, then play with the clamps a little,” Cassidy said, “I’m going to shove this up your ass.”
“I’m … going to … I’m going … to…” Chase muttered.
Amanda’s voice suddenly came to his ear. Her lips caressed his earlobe. “Not yet, stud, not yet. I want to play a little first. I know you have more control than that, and if you come, we’ll just have to make you hard again.”
Chase felt her lips touch his. “Open your mouth, baby,” she said softly, a hand moving over his unclamped nipple. “Cassidy, pleasure his ass,” she urged.
Chase opened his mouth while Amanda’s tongue swirled around his. He felt the sharp tip of her fingernail flick across his nipple. He moaned, his body writhing. The soft buzz of the vibrator sang, the hard rounded end slipped up inside of him. His hips bucked. Amanda’s kissed him deeper, then he felt the second clamp pinched his nipple.
“Ahhhhh,” he cried out, the air seeping through his teeth.
“Suck my nipples,” Amanda insisted, bringing both her breasts together over his lips.
Chase’s tongue reached out and licked at one stiff nipple, then two.
Amanda moaned, pulling on one of his nipples clamps, while Cassidy drove the vibrator deeper up inside of him.
Chase drew her nipples into his mouth, laving them both, then, losing one, recapturing it, then losing the other.
“Baby, baby,” Amanda moaned again, pressing her tits against his mouth, pulling on the clamp. “I want to sit on his cock,” she announced, pulling away. “I want him to fuck me now. Cassidy,” she breathed, “let his legs down and fuck him with the vibrator at the same time.”
Chase’s entire body was on fire. His cock went into spasm as someone slapped it.
“It’s hard enough, but just to make sure,” Amanda said softly, “slap it again.”
“Oh God, oh … fuck … yeah … yeah…” Chase shouted as he felt Amanda straddling his hips. He still couldn’t see a damn thing. The neck brace remained and his hands were still tied above his head.
“Keep your knees bent,” Cassidy told him, pushing his knees up and his legs wide. He buried the vibrator even deeper.
Amanda took his cock in her fist. With the other hand, she yanked on both nipple clamps, then, slid down on his hard cock. She was open and wet, and he was ready. “Just lie still, darling,” she said, her words coming in breaths, “I know exactly what I want from your cock.”
“Amanda … tell … Cassidy … stop,” he managed. “Stop or I’m … I’m…”
“Turn it off,” Amanda snapped. “He’s going to come, and I’m not … ahhhh … ahhhh…”
Amanda began riding his cock hard. Chase closed his eyes, trying to imagine something non-sexual in his head, but even the most benign things were taking on sexual connotations. At least the vibrator was gone. Okay … ah … apples … eating apples … eating … no damn … not eating…”
Amanda continued pumping him, uttering obscenities, then she let out a cry, erupting with orgasm. “God, yes, yes…” and then she began sobbing.
The cum rumbled up through Chase’s cock and shot out like a hose. His heart beat wildly, his body shook for a few minutes, and then he lay quiet, sighing with deep contented relief.
Amanda was still crying. She had curled up on his chest like a small child, and she was sobbing her heart out.
“Amanda,” he breathed, “are you all right?”
“Yes,” she sniffed. “Fine. Cass, undo those cuffs, will you?”
“Sure,” Cassidy said, and immediately released Chase’s wrists. Chase brought his arms down and wrapped them around Amanda. He hugged her. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
She nodded, reaching up and unclamping the collar around his neck. She smoothed back his hair, and then took off the nipple clamps.
Chase moved his neck a bit, and smiled. “That feels better.”
Amanda kissed his lips gently, touching his hair again. “You have great control. Thank you, Chase darling. I wanted so much to fuck you with the strap on but I’m too tired.” She raised her head and looked at Cassidy. “Go get into my bed. Tonight, we’ll all sleep together, okay?” She crawled off of Chase. “I’ll open a bottle of champagne.”
Chase sat up, and watched Amanda scurry from the room, picking up her see-through lingerie on the way. He looked at Cassidy.
Cassidy blew some air out of his mouth. “She’s got it bad for you.”
“Naw, she just…”
“I’m telling you. She’s got it bad for you,” Cassidy said. He didn’t smile.
Chase got off the table. “Don’t worry about it.”
Chapter Six
The following afternoon in class, Chase thought about the night before. They had ended drinking champagne, a lot of it, and Amanda had wrapped him up in her arms and fell asleep. Cassidy slept on the other side of him, some distance away. A few times during the night, he felt like moving close to him, touching him. He literally ached to touch him. But he didn’t.
Amanda seemed back to her old self before he left today. Maybe it was a one shot deal, but he was feeling a little uncomfortable anyway.
When he arrived home, Cassidy was in the pool. He picked up a hand and waved to him when Chase walked outside. “Hello, school boy,” he said, “want to sit on my rod?”
/> “Very funny,” Chase smirked.
“Amanda wants to talk to us…” he said, hopping out of the pool, “something about a party.”
“Okay,” Chase said, running his eyes over the skimpy trunks Cassidy wore. When wet, they seemed almost transparent and it was too easy to trace the curves of his ass.
“Stop drooling over my ass,” Cassidy threw at him, grinning.
Chase folded his arms across his chest. “Stop parading it in front of me then.”
Cassidy danced close to him, shaking his ass. Chase grabbed him around the waist and then cupped both ass cheeks with his hands. Cassidy squealed and jumped out of reach. “You depraved libertine, you,” he threw at him.
Chase grinned. “Those are big words.”
“Yeah, just because you’re the school boy,” he said, sticking out his tongue, “don’t think that…”
“There you are, boys,” Amanda said, walking out onto the patio, her long hair upswept. She was wearing a casual pair of slacks and a thin pink blouse. “I would like to talk to you if you don’t mind.”
“Talk away,” Cassidy said.
“What is it?” Chase asked.
“I’m having a dinner guest tonight. Her name is Carlita. She’s the daughter of a Spanish politician. I do business with this man, and I offered to have Carlita visit me one night for supper while she was in L.A.”
“So you won’t be needing us?” Cassidy asked.
“On the contrary,” Amanda said, reaching over and pinching Cassidy’s cheek. “She is anxious to see the two of you.”
“Together … like … having sex?” Cassidy repeated.
“Close your mouth, Cass, that’s exactly what she means,” Chase said with some humor.
“She’s going to watch?” Cassidy asked.
“Um, maybe, maybe not. We’ll see. So, be ready by seven tonight. We’ll have dinner about that time.”
“I better go shower and change then,” Chase said. Cassidy followed. Halfway up the stairs, Cassidy stopped him.
“What is it?” Chase asked, turning around.
“Did you know about this?”
“No.”
“Do you think Amanda is getting a little more ah … adventurous?”
