The Agency

by D. J. Manly

  “I want to…” He paused. “I want to bite his tits right now, wrap my fist around his cock … feel it in my hand, feel it in my mouth … my ass.” He stared into Hunter’s eyes.

  “Do it,” Amanda said. “Hunter, lie down right there on the patio.” She dipped her hand into one of her bra cups and found her nipple.

  Hunter got down on the ground and laid on his back.

  Ramsay arose from his chair, practically knocking it over. He knelt beside Hunter as Hunter pushed up on his elbows and watched him. Ramsay very aggressively knocked him back down. He glanced at Amanda. “I want to tie him up.”

  Amanda grinned. Little devil. A man after her own heart. “Let’s go to the room, then.”

  Amanda led the way, Ramsay on her heels, Hunter lagging behind. In the playroom, Amanda noticed that Hunter was still hard, and she could now see Ramsay’s erection quite plainly. “Take off your clothes, Ramsay.”

  While he did, Hunter stood in the corner, his cock in his hands.

  “Don’t touch yourself,” Amanda told him.

  He lifted his hands in the air defensively, and put them at his sides.

  Amanda showed Ramsay the equipment. “There are the overhead cuffs, and the shackles for the ankles. You can use the pulley, spread him out, or there’s the table. Ankle to wrist, wide open, giving you complete access.” Amanda felt her juices flow between her legs already. “This drawer,” Amanda said, “contains tit clamps, anything you want. Use your imagination. And Hunter,” she said as she turned to him, “Ramsay is going to treat you like a sex toy. He’s going to use your body any way he chooses.”

  Hunter ran a tongue over his lips. “Bring it on,” he said softly. “Too bad he doesn’t have the imagination for it.”

  Ramsay met his eyes defiantly. “We’ll see, stud.”

  Amanda stripped off her clothes and got up into her chair, lifting the footrest. She spread her legs while she rubbed her breasts aggressively.

  *

  Ramsay pointed to the table, and told Hunter to get up on it. He brought the overhead cuffs over and positioned them above Hunter. He pulled up one of his arms, then the other. Next he yanked the ankle cuffs up from the table edges and fastened one of his legs, then yanked the other leg and fastened that one. Glancing around the table, he discovered the levers on each side which lowered the bottom half of the table so that he could easily have access to his anus. He left him like that for a minute, trying his best to take it slow. His cock was throbbing, and he focused on Hunter, trying to do exactly as Amanda had suggested. Hunter was just an object, a toy, an instrument of pleasure. Nothing more.

  He went to that toy chest and took out a ball gag. He didn’t want to hear Hunter’s voice. He found nipple clamps. They looked severe. Umm, a studded collar, too sexy. He took that too. First Ramsay fitted the ball gag in his mouth. Hunter met his eyes for a minute, the expression clearly unperturbed. Ramsay knew, given some of Hunter’s clients, that this was like elementary school to him. Ramsay slid the collar around the other man’s neck and fastened it. It had a neat little chain to pull on. He pulled the chain back, watching all that black, glossy hair tumble down his back.

  Ramsay’s cock jolted. He spread some nice-smelling lube on his thumbs and slowly began to circle Hunter’s nipples. God, they were stiff, and so delectable. He wanted to bite them. Later, after the clamps did their work. He pinched one, trying not to notice the way Hunter’s body was slowly undulating. He pinched again. Hunter made a slight sound through his gag. Ramsay applied the clamp, running the chain across his chest and then clamping the other nipple. “God,” Ramsay breathed. The chain looked so sexy hanging between his well-defined pecs. “I want your ass.”

  With the lube in his hand, he moved down between his legs. He reached up and pulled on the nipple chain, then took it in his teeth, meeting Hunter’s dark, tormented eyes. Hunter was hot. He was so hot. He would plead for it if he took that ball gag off. All his. He was all his in this moment. He couldn’t feel Amanda anymore. She had disappeared from his mind.

  Ramsay pushed one slippery finger up inside of him. Hunter’s ass gripped his finger, and held on. Ramsay pulled again on that chain with his teeth and roughly began to finger fuck him, his other hand tormenting Hunter’s cock which was slick with his own juices. He wouldn’t look in his eyes. He was just an object, just an object, a toy to play with … to give him pleasure.

  *

  Amanda came several times, the last time when Hunter shot his load straight up in the air. Then she waited, but Ramsay didn’t do what she expected. Instead, he walked over to the corner and jerked himself off. It didn’t take long. He had been more than ready. He fell back against the wall and closed his eyes in relief.

  “Ramsay,” Amanda said, “get Hunter out of that, would you?”

  Ramsay nodded. He walked over and quickly released Hunter’s wrists and ankles, allowing Hunter to take off the gag, collar, and clamps by himself.

  “Hunter, you can go. I’d like to talk to Ramsay alone, please.”

  “Sure. I’m going to bed,” he said. He casually picked up the towel and sauntered out.

  Amanda waited for a few minutes, doing up her blouse. “That was pretty hot,” she said, glancing over at Ramsay. She reached for her jeans.

  “Thanks,” was his reply.

  “But you didn’t fuck him.”

  “Did you want me to?” He looked distressed.

  “Not necessarily. I’m just surprised, that’s all.” She pulled on her pants. “Don’t you like to do that? I thought I heard you say you wanted his ass.”

  “I prefer to have it done to me, really, but not by him.”

  “Okay. Did you ever … I mean, did Hunter fuck you before?”

  He shrugged, and looked down at the floor.

  It was clear he didn’t want to answer. “Why don’t you go off to bed now?”

  “Good idea.”

  “It wasn’t that bad?”

  “It was okay, but if you want something specific, tell me, okay?”

  “I will,” she said, watching him, as he walked across the room and picked up his clothes.

  “Can we sleep in?”

  “Sleep in as late as you like,” she told him with a smile.

  A few minutes later, Amanda decided to go downstairs and pick up the half-empty pitcher she’d left by the pool. The light was off in Ramsay’s room, but Hunter was still up. She could hear him rummaging around. She paused and almost knocked on his door, but changed her mind. He was probably just putting away his stuff. She’d give him some space for a few days.

  *

  Hunter paced. He really thought he could handle this, coming here, but maybe it had been a mistake. If only it could have been anyone else but Ramsay. He ran his fingers through his thick black hair. It was still damp from that dip he’d taken in the pool. His knees were aching suddenly. He’d tried to lie still, but the pain got worse when he didn’t move. Weird, they usually only ached when it was cold. It wasn’t cold. Maybe it had been the swimming or the way Ramsay had pulled his legs apart. He sighed and parted the window curtain.

  Amanda wasn’t a bad soul. He could do this. He squeezed his eyes tight and took a deep breath. He needed a cigarette, although he’d vowed to give them up. He wished he hadn’t thrown his pack away the other day. Finally, he crawled onto the bed, trying to ignore the throbbing in his legs. A few hits of grass usually did it, but he was all out. He’d get some tomorrow. He prayed for sleep, sleep free of the nightmares. He prayed for peace, a few hours of freedom from the memories. Maybe the memories would fade here.

  Or maybe they’d never go away.

  * * * *

  The next morning Ramsay sat eating a huge bowl of cereal out by the pool. The maid had offered to bring him anything he wanted, but cereal hit the spot. It was very hot today, and he’d started his morning by wading in the pool.

  He’d practically fallen asleep there. When he heard footsteps, he looked up to see Hunter. He wore nothing excep
t for a pair of cutoff jean shorts. It looked as if he had just stepped out of the shower, but with his hair being so shiny, it was sometimes hard to tell if it was wet or not. He dug his spoon into the huge mixing bowl again and began to chomp on the cereal, watching the little O’s swimming around in the milk.

  “Are you going to say something to me, or pretend I’m not here?” Hunter said suddenly.

  “Pretend you’re not here,” Ramsay replied with a mouthful of cereal.

  This was met with soft, deep laughter.

  The maid appeared suddenly. “Can I get you anything else, sir?” she asked politely.

  “Coffee,” he said. “Bring a pot, in fact, with milk. Not cream, too fattening.”

  “Right away, sir,” she said.

  “You’re right in your element, aren’t you, Ram?” Hunter tossed the words at him as he came to stand closer to the pool.

  Ramsay glared over at him. “You promised,” he hissed. “You promised to be good.”

  “Good?” He lifted an eyebrow.

  “Give it a rest, Hunter. Not here.” Ramsay felt his heart thud in his chest.

  “Don’t worry,” he said with a sneer, “we won’t let nothing interfere with this nice little setup, man. If anyone fucks this up, it won’t be me.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Ramsay demanded, meeting his eyes.

  “Amanda is going to expect far more, I think, than you’re willing to put out … pardon the pun. What’cha going to do then?”

  “I’ll do what I need to do. I’m a pro.”

  “You’re a pro, all right,” Hunter’s eyes glinted dangerously. “I remember a vow you made not too long ago. What was it now?” His words were laced with sarcasm.

  “It doesn’t count for work.” Ramsay stood up. The maid came out with the coffee. “Take it inside,” he said. “I don’t like the company out here.”

  The maid bobbed her head and turned back around.

  Ramsay headed for the patio door. When a hand snaked out and wrapped around his forearm in a steel grip, he froze. He clamped his teeth together when Hunter moved up close to his back. He could feel his breath on his neck. “Let me go,” Ramsay urged. His voice lacked conviction.

  “I’ve already done that, pro,” Hunter said. “I’ve let you go.”

  Ramsay staggered forward a little as Hunter released him, then proceeded to practically run through the patio door and into the dining room where his coffee sat waiting for him.

  * * * *

  In the hallway, Amanda chatted on her mobile. She could see Ramsay sitting at the table drinking coffee. She had wanted to take Ramsay and Hunter out shopping today, but it would have to wait. Her stockbroker was on the line trying to talk her into selling some stock. “Send the portfolio by courier,” she said. “I want to check it over first. What’s the window again?” A pause. “Twenty-four hours? I’ll get back to you tonight.” She disconnected and walked into the dining room.

  Ramsay had that expression again, the one which made him look far away, alone. When she spoke to him, he didn’t respond right away, then that beguiling smile of his made its way back onto his young face.

  “Sorry,” he said, “didn’t see you there.”

  “Where’s Hunter?” she asked. “Still sleeping?”

  “Out by the pool,” he said. “Want coffee?”

  “In a minute. I’ve been on the bloody phone half the morning. You boys will have to fend for yourself today, I’m afraid. I have paperwork to do, and a party to plan.”

  “Are you having a party?”

  “Yes. Saturday night. Some close friends. I want you and Hunter to meet people. I can’t keep you all to myself. I’ll be back, going to say hello to Hunter.”

  Hunter was sitting in a lounge chair by the pool, his eyes closed. He looked beautiful in the morning sun. She admired his contoured chest and the flat waves of his stomach for a minute, pausing at the bulge in his jean shorts. “Good morning, Hunter.”

  He opened his eyes. “Hello, lady,” he said.

  “It’s quite charming the way you keep calling me ‘lady,’ but could you manage Amanda?”

  “Amanda,” he said, shielding his eyes against the sun with his hand as he peered at her.

  “Won’t you come in for coffee?”

  “If you insist.”

  “I don’t insist but I’d like you to join us.”

  He shrugged and got up out of the chair. She was surprised when he took her arm. He stood aside and let her enter the house. When they arrived at the dining room, Ramsay was gone.

  The maid brought them fresh coffee. Hunter laced his with cream and sugar, and Amanda took hers black. “Were you brought up in Jamaica?”

  “Yes,” he said, sipping his coffee.

  “It’s beautiful there. Do you miss it?”

  “No,” he replied. There was suddenly a hard edge to his voice.

  Amanda’s eyes widened. “I see.”

  “Do you mind, dear lady, if we change the subject?”

  “No, of course not.” She cleared her throat. “I want to take you and Ramsay shopping, but I can’t today. Maybe tomorrow. I’m having a party Saturday night, and…”

  “You want some pretty trimmings for the party,” he said with a wink.

  She laughed. “Something like that. Is there something you want, Hunter?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “A car, a computer, a personal trainer? I want you to be happy here.”

  “I’ll give it some thought,” he said.

  “I’ll be providing you and Ramsay with a bank account. You need to have your own money.”

  He drained his cup. “There’s much I need, Miss Amanda.”

  He sounded so Jamaican all of a sudden. She could picture him on the island doing all kinds of exotic things. “You are too sexy for your own good, Hunter.”

  He laughed. “I’ll try to remember that, woman.”

  She reached over and touched his hand. “I want you to be comfortable with … everything.”

  He nodded.

  She paused. “Ramsay is afraid of you. I’ve figured that much out.”

  “Um.” He nodded, then stood up. “And with good reason.”

  Amanda stiffened. “Did you hurt him? Did you threaten him in any way, Hunter, because…”

  “You keep asking me the same question. You be needing to ask him.”

  “He doesn’t want to talk about it.”

  “That I believe,” he said with a nod.

  “And you’re not going to enlighten me, either.”

  “I promised not to talk about it, to him or anyone, and I’m a man of my word,” he said.

  “All right.” She nodded. “I’ll just have to accept that, then.”

  “You will if you want us to stay,” he replied, matter-of-fact.

  His directness surprised her at times. It was just the way he was, and it drew her to him. Amanda reached out and touched his hand. “I do. I do want you to stay.”

  Chapter Five

  The next two days were busy for Amanda. She sent her response back to the broker. She wasn’t quite ready yet to let go of those stocks, and she made the last minute arrangements with the caterer for Saturday night. Finally on Friday, she told Ramsay and Hunter that they were going shopping. Neither of them put up a fuss about it. They seemed to have settled into the house. She didn’t really know what they had been doing every minute the last two days, but she did know that, whatever it was, they hadn’t been doing it together.

  In the chauffeured car, Ramsay sat on the right side next to the window, and Hunter sat on the left. Neither of them said a word the whole way. Tonight, she planned to bring them together for a little fun. She hoped they were still speaking to each other.

  Once they got in the shops, Ramsay acted like a little boy. He wanted to try on everything and he had expensive taste. Hunter, on the other hand, took a mild interest in a few items, but for the most part, stood around waiting for them to finish shopping.


  After shopping, they went to a beauty center. Both men got haircuts and shaves, and Ramsay went for a massage, while Hunter opted for a sauna. It was after eight when they entered one of the exclusive little French restaurants Amanda loved. Hunter didn’t seem to like the food much, but he ate it. Ramsay said everything was “delightful.” He looked really happy, and he was talkative on the way back home in the car.

  The driver brought everything up to their rooms, and Amanda suggested drinks upstairs in her room.

  “You want us tonight, Amanda?” Ramsay asked, his expression hard to read.

  “Yes. You’re not too tired?”

  He shook his head. “I’ll be right there.”

  Hunter followed Amanda to her room and sprawled on one of her lounge chairs near the bed. She asked him what he wanted to drink.

  “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m fine. You’re a generous lady, Amanda.”

  Amanda poured herself a scotch, and then sat down in one of the chairs opposite him. “Thank you.”

  “It doesn’t bother you?”

  “What doesn’t bother me?” Amanda asked, glancing at him. God, he was good-looking.

  “Buying men, like objects.”

  She paused, meeting his eyes over her glass. She wasn’t sure if she should be peeved or not. “Is that what I do?”

  “I think so. It wasn’t necessary to give me all that money today, although I appreciate it. I haven’t had a bank account in a while.”

  She shrugged. “It gives me pleasure to do that. As for buying you, like an object … well, you sell yourself. You put yourself out there as an object. A beautiful one, at that.”

  “Are you angry at me?” He smiled at her.

  “How could I be angry at you, Hunter? You’re far too gorgeous. I just want you to understand that we’re meeting each other’s needs here. It’s the law of supply and demand. I provide you with something you need, and you…”

  “But Amanda, don’t you want… ?” He sat forward, elbows on his knees, his face earnest.

  “You’re exactly what I want,” she insisted, putting down her glass, “and I want it now. So, where is that Ramsay?”

  “I’m here,” a voice said suddenly.