The Agency

by D. J. Manly

  “Ah … okay, Scott, sure,” he replied nervously, his hands running over his back, then down to his ass where he took his time rubbing the oil into each cheek.

  Scott closed his eyes as a hand dipped down to his inner thigh, brushing against his cock. The hands moved down his legs, massaging the oil in, and Scott could hear Walter’s breathing go shallow. He turned around, and glanced down at him. Unhooking one end of the G-string, he lowered it, revealing his stiff cock. “Want to suck it, Walter?”

  Walter moaned, then he took Scott’s cock in his hand and spread his oily fingers over the shaft. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned again, rubbing his cheek against it.

  Scott pushed his head against the wall. His eyes closed. “Suck it, God damn it,” he growled, grabbing Walter’s head. Walter’s hands moved up his back legs and clutched his ass as he took him into his mouth. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t very good at it. Scott just wanted the ache to go away.

  * * * *

  Hunter was already in Amanda’s playroom when Ramsay walked in. “Where’s Amanda?”

  “She’s on the phone with Jordon. She said to wait.”

  “What did you think of her brother?”

  “He’s buff. Gorgeous blue eyes, well-hung. Chase is a lucky guy. They seem really into each other.”

  “Won’t last,” Ramsay said, marching around the room.

  “How do you know?”

  He shrugged. “These gay things don’t last.”

  “Given divorce rates, it looks like these straight things don’t either.” Hunter sat down on the floor.

  Ramsay fell silent. He leaned against the mirror on the opposite side of the room and waited.

  Amanda came in a few minutes later, dressed in her terry cloth robe. “Hey,” she said, smiling. “Sorry about that. Jordon was telling me about this great painting he bought in Italy. I think, if I play my cards right, he’s shipping it to me as a gift. He likes to tease. He says its right up my alley, a naked man lying on a fur rug.”

  “Are they having fun?” Hunter asked, grinning.

  “Yes. A great time. They’ve extended the trip for an extra week. I’m glad Jordon is taking some time off finally. He works too hard. He designs race cars, you know. He used to race them himself.” Amanda unbelted her robe, and climbed up onto her chair, completely naked. She glanced at Ramsay. “Hand me my studded vibrator, will you, love? I’m ready for something special tonight, boys.”

  Ramsay handed her the vibrator. “Is it good?” he asked, examining it.

  “It hits all the right spots exactly when I want it to. How would you like something like that up your ass, honey?”

  He grinned. “If that’s what you’d like to see.”

  “I would,” she growled. “Well, my fierce Hunter,” she said, glancing at him. “Can you show this little boy what happens when he teases but doesn’t please?”

  Hunter picked himself up off the floor. He inclined his head. “Want us to play rough tonight, do ya, mistress?”

  She smiled. “Oh yeah, baby.” The vibrator began to hum. “Ramsay, you’re going to get it good.” She met his eyes. “Get naked. Mama has some tension to work off.”

  Hunter watched as Ramsay stripped off his shirt and his shorts, then he took off his own clothes, his chest heaving a little with excitement. Come on, Amanda, tell me what you want.

  “Do what you feel, Hunter, just as long as you do it rough. Take him. He’s yours to do what you want with.” The vibrator was moving slowly in and out of Amanda’s body. She licked her lips, waiting.

  Hunter glanced around the room. Well, since Amanda wasn’t going to give him any specific instructions, he’d just have to use his imagination.

  * * * *

  Scott came in Walter’s mouth, but it had nothing to do with Walter. It seemed that Walter had been sucking on his cock forever. At one point it seemed as if he’d gone into some kind of trance. Scott had closed his eyes. He pictured Ciel. He could see those black eyes gazing at him, beautiful hands moving over his body, beautiful cock moving inside of him, his voice. He said, “Scott … je t’aime,” and that was it. He exploded.

  “I can clean you up, lick you clean if you like,” Walter said, pleading with his eyes.

  Scott pushed him away, then patted his shoulder, not wanted to be cruel. He went over to the sink. “No, I’ll do it,” he said, washing himself off, then reaching for a towel. He heard the applause, and he knew that Freeman, the other dancer, was finished. There was a song in between, and then he was up. Walter was rubbing oil on him again. Scott grabbed the bottle and spread some on his chest. “I’m all right,” he said. “Go on.”

  Walter regarded him like a sad puppy, then practically raced out of the dressing room. Scott sighed. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t had led him on, given him the impression that anything was possible between them. “Damn.”

  He placed the oil on the dressing table and headed to the door. When he stepped up onto the stage, and began to slowly move his body to the rhythm of the music, he blocked out all the faces and noise around him. Hands reached for him, money waved in the air, and he forced himself to move closer. A multitude of fingers caressed him, moaning and groaning as he gyrated his cock in their desperate faces. The song ended; a slower one began and he teased them, flirting with the fastening on his G-string, pulling it down, then up, then whipping it off, slinging it around his neck. He began to crawl across the stage, legs open, giving the customers what they had come there to see. He could see Bud out of the corner of his eye standing at the bar with a glass of warm iced tea in his hand, nodding his approval as the crowd got rowdier. He got on his feet, began to hump his pole up and down, displaying his ass to the leering men, he knew were thinking of nothing now except how they’d want to use it to pump their hard aching organs into, lonely, desperate men with no one to love.

  He clutched the pole, moving his hips in and out, head back, groaning in fake orgasm, and then he saw him. Ciel. He was standing nearby, less than a few feet from the stage. Their eyes met and for a minute he couldn’t look away. He was riveted, spellbound, wanting desperately to read the expression on his beautiful face. My Ciel. Fuck you, he thought. Fuck you. He ripped his gaze away and redoubled his gyrating efforts as the song wound down. It didn’t matter what he thought. What was he doing here? How did Ciel know that he would be here? He hurried off the stage without his bows, the sweat coating his oily skin. He wrenched open the door to his dressing room and then slammed it shut, landing heavily against it. He closed his eyes, hyperventilating. Bud wouldn’t let Ciel back here. He’d probably already gotten the bouncer on his tail after what he’d pulled the last time.

  Scott opened his eyes, propelling himself off the door. He stood there, waiting, almost holding his breath. He expected the door to fly open, or a knock, or … nothing. Had the bouncer thrown him out? Was he hurt? He wouldn’t allow that big ox to hurt him. He threw on a robe and went out into the hallway. The next dancer was up. The crowd was cheering. Scott peeked around the corner, then scanned the room. He couldn’t see him anywhere. When he turned around, he came face to face with Bud. “If you’re looking for that asshole boyfriend of yours, he’s gone. We didn’t even have to kick his ass out this time. He left all on his own. He’s not going to be trouble, is he?”

  Scott couldn’t speak. He brushed past Bud and practically flew to the door. He opened it and peered outside onto the street. He didn’t see him anywhere. Maybe he’d just imagined it.

  * * * *

  Before Ramsay knew what was happening, Hunter had handcuffed both his wrists to the round bar which jutted out from the far mirrored wall. Then he pulled one of his legs up and to the side and shackled his ankle to a ring in the floor which was especially meant for that, then moved to the other leg and did likewise. Ramsay now sat with his knees up and pointing outwards, stretched to the limit. He had rendered him exposed and helpless, which Amanda seemed to appreciate immensely.

  As Hunter stood t
here looking down at him, Ramsay felt his cock harden. His nipples ached, the cool air in the room seeming to tighten them into hard little buds. He licked his lips in anticipation, his gaze moving up Hunter’s thigh and settling on his cock. He had a great cock and a luscious, hard-muscled physique. Hunter walked over to Amanda’s toy chest and brought back several contraptions.

  “This is a cock ring,” he said. “I’m going to put it on your cock so that you stay hard a long time. God, you have a beautiful cock, Ramsay, so big.” He leaned down and moved it back and forth a few times.

  Ramsay grunted.

  “Like that?” He held it in his hand for a minute, then slipped the cock ring down to the base.

  It was tight. His cock pulsed. Ramsay put his head back against the mirror.

  “This here,” Hunter said, “is called a sleeve.” He ran his fingers over the long slender instrument. “Once I put it up your ass, it expands, it vibrates, and you see this edge here … it’s to hit your G-spot.”

  Amanda made a little sound in her throat, then she said, “Do it, Hunter.”

  “First,” he said, turning it on and running it over Ramsay’s lips, “let’s take care of those nipples.”

  Ramsay moaned as the vibrating instrument moved back and forth over his left nipple for a few seconds before moving down to his cock, then his balls. He brought his hips forward when Hunter moved it away.

  Hunter laughed. “Horny, baby?”

  Ramsay swallowed, watching as he played with a pair of nipple clamps. “Let’s play with your nipples a bit.” He leaned down and pinched one with his fingers, clamped it, then did the other. A long chain dangled across his belly, and Hunter grabbed it and looped it around his cock, which was held upwards by the cock ring. The pressure of his cock on the chain tugged at his nipples, just enough to make Ramsay moan.

  Next he walked over to Amanda and took the tie of her robe. She gazed at him curiously, rubbing scented oil into her breasts.

  He leaned down and gazed into Ramsay’s eyes. “Open your mouth, whore,” he said.

  Ramsay opened it, and Hunter rammed the tie in his mouth. “That way you can’t scream.”

  The tie tasted dry and gross in his mouth, but he quickly forgot about it as he shifted his weight some and the chain attached to the nipple clamps tugged at his nipples. The instrument in Hunter’s hand was still humming as he began to rub lube into it. “The sleeve expands to three inches across and eleven inches long,” he was saying. “I’m going to impale you with this.”

  Ramsay’s eyes were on Hunter’s cock. It didn’t matter what he did with that thing in his hand as long as he finally fucked him with that cock of his. God, could he fuck. With all the men he’d ever had, Hunter was the best when it came to fucking. Hunter got on his knees, positioning himself in such a way so that Amanda could see what he was doing.

  Hunter lengthened the chains which held both Ramsay’s legs and unlooped the nipple chain from around his cock. He pushed his knees up over his head, forcing him backwards so that his hips were in the air.

  “Watch,” Hunter breathed, turning his head and forcing Ramsay to look at himself in the mirror. He almost had an orgasm when that slick vibrating instrument whirled into his ass. Hunter took the nipple chain in his teeth and, as the instrument went deeper and deeper, he yanked on it, sending exquisite torture through his tits. Hunter’s hand began to play with Ramsay’s cock, moving that ring around, fingering the tip. He was just about to lose his mind. “I’m widening it now, baby; it’s going to fill your ass like nothing before it.”

  He started to cry out, spitting that tie out of his mouth at the same time. His cock pumped. Hunter slid that toy in and out. He could see it dipping deep inside of him, then reappearing, see his tits being pulled by those clamps, see Hunter, naked, hard … oh God … Hunter’s body was incredible. “Fuck me,” he called out, “fuck me with that thing. Harder, faster … Jesus, yes … yes…” He was coming.

  Hunter whipped off the cock ring and Ramsay slammed his head against the wall, not even noticing the pain as he came, the orgasm so intense, ripping through his entire soul. He glanced up at him now, his eyes pleading. “Fuck me with your cock,” he whispered. “Hunter, please.”

  Hunter held his ankles up, clamping them against Ramsay’s wrists. He tore the toy out of his ass and leaned into him, slamming his cock up inside of him. He began to pump and Ramsay moaned deeply. It didn’t matter that his dick was limp now. The feeling of Ramsay inside of him was making him hard again. He watched his face in the mirror. God, had he ever seen anything more beautiful than that? Baby. Baby. Yes, pump it all into me. I love you, Hunter. God damn you, I love you.

  *

  When Hunter came, he let out a cry like a wounded animal. He gasped as he pulled out of him, then quickly crawled across the floor, putting some distance between them. He had lost it completely inside of him. He hadn’t intended that.

  Ramsay said his name now, and Hunter looked over at him. He was surreally beautiful, his fair hair all in disarray, his cheeks pink. Hunter crawled back over to him and released him from his wrist cuffs. Then he carefully undid one ankle, then the other. He hoped that no one would notice how badly his hands shook. He wanted to touch him. He wanted to hold him in his arms.

  Ramsay took off the nipple clamps. He glanced over at Amanda and smiled one of his innocent smiles. “Did you like that?”

  She was lying back, eyes closed, tongue playing around her lips. “Very nice, boys.”

  “Are we finished?” Hunter said abruptly, standing up now.

  Amanda opened her eyes and looked at him. “Tired, Hunter?”

  “A little.”

  “You guys outdid yourself tonight. Thanks,” she smiled. “So sweet. Go to bed. We can play tomorrow night. Maybe you can do that to Hunter. Would you like to, Ramsay?”

  “Sure,” he said.

  Hunter picked up his shirt and his pants and waved at Amanda. He needed to get out of that room all of a sudden. He needed to get away from Ramsay.

  Chapter Eleven

  Amanda was trying to make sense of what Scott was saying, but his words were all jumbled. “He was there, or he wasn’t there?”

  “He was, then he wasn’t,” Scott said. “I think.”

  Amanda rolled her eyes. “Scott!”

  He took a sip of coffee. They were sitting outside by the pool. It was after two in the afternoon, and Scott had just gotten up. “I need something stronger than this.”

  She shook her head. “Did you speak to him?”

  “Look, I was dancing on stage and I looked into the crowd and there he was.”

  “How did he know you were there?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “And he didn’t speak to you?”

  “No. He didn’t come backstage or … that’s why I think maybe I was imagining it.”

  “You weren’t imagining it,” a voice said suddenly.

  Amanda and Scott both turned around in their seats at the same time, and there he was. Amanda noticed that Scott’s face had suddenly drained of color. She reached over and patted his hand, then stood. “Hello, Ciel.”

  “Amanda,” he said, inclining his head. He was wearing those sunglasses again.

  “I’ll, ah … leave you to talk,” she said, casting one last long look at Scott, who had his hand in front of his face.

  She paused when she reached Ciel, then reached up on tiptoe and pecked him on the cheek. He reached out and squeezed her forearm. She gave him a faint smile and continued on into the house.

  *

  Scott looked at Ciel. He remained sitting in the chair. He couldn’t have gotten up if he’d wanted to. A familiar weakness washed over him. Ciel stood there in a soft pair of black leather pants and a light blue tank top. Even with the sunglasses covering his face, his beauty was startling. He looked thinner than usual, but there wasn’t one damn unattractive feature on him. Scott suddenly wished he could find something else to focus on. “Why didn’t you come and ta
lk to me last night?”

  “You seemed busy,” he said. He didn’t come closer. His voice sounded nonchalant, but Scott knew it was just the way he was, the way he handled things. “I brought your mail,” he said, throwing a few envelopes onto the patio table beside the pool.

  “I know you don’t approve, but I have to work, you know.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “You don’t understand. You’re university educated. I have no skills, I…”

  “I didn’t come here to talk about your fucking lack of skills.” That deep voice raised an octave, but remained calm, the French accent a bit more pronounced than usual.

  Those words cut through him like a knife. Scott stopped talking. He focused on the ground. “What did you come here for, then?”

  “I need to know where to go from here. My life is…” He raised his hands, then dropped them. “My life is on hold.”

  Scott nodded. “I’ve just started to figure out how to live without you.”

  “Is that what you want? To live without me?”

  Scott risked a glance at him. Ciel hadn’t moved from that spot. He reached up and took off the glasses. He looked tired. There were dark rings under his eyes.

  “What else can I do?”

  Ciel nodded. “Well, I guess I have my answer, then.”

  “I can’t share you,” Scott muttered under his breath while Ciel shook his head.

  “So you still believe I fucked someone else?” That beautiful mouth twisted.

  Scott stood up. “I don’t want to talk about this now.”

  “When would you like to talk about this?” Ciel demanded, his voice hardening. “Are you telling me this is really over? Can you stand there and look at me and tell me you don’t love me anymore? Go on,” he urged, “tell me. Say it and I’ll walk away. I won’t bother you anymore.”

  Scott turned his back. “I didn’t say I didn’t love you. You’re just not the kind of man I should love.”

  “Really?” He laughed harshly.