by D. J. Manly
Scott held up a hand. “Look Ciel, I have nothing against you. I just don’t want you to get too high on your own importance, that’s all.” He pulled his jeans on and slid up the zipper.
In the absence of his response, Scott said, “You don’t mean anything to me or to Amanda. You’re just a hard body and a big cock. As long as you remember that, we’ll be fine.”
“I see,” Ciel said. “Well, if that’s the case, why is it you begged me not to fuck you last night? I was under the impression that you liked to be fucked.”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “I do like to be fucked, but not by you.”
“Because I’m just a hard body and a big cock? You have to feel something for the guy to let him fuck you, is that it?”
“Do you really think I’m stupid enough to let my emotions control me? I’m a guy and guys like to have sex, okay? I like to be fucked by some guys. I’m choosy okay … but I never ever feel anything for them … except lust.”
Ciel looked surprised. “I don’t get you.”
“You’re not supposed to.”
“Look, I told Amanda I wouldn’t take you by force. That means if you…”
“That was gentlemanly of you,” Scott sneered.
“So, what do you want to do about this then?” Ciel asked. “She insists that I…”
The door opened now and Amanda stood there. She took one look at Scott, the turned to Ciel. “Is everything all right?”
“Fine,” Scott said, taking the opportunity to squeeze past Amanda and leave the room.
Ciel shook his head. “I’m going for a walk. I need to think about this for awhile. You tell me to do one thing. He tells me another.”
“Try not to worry too much,” Amanda said. “It will work itself out. Go for your walk. Malcolm will be here soon.”
“Great,” he said. “I’m looking forward to meeting him.”
* * * *
Malcolm Dewitt turned out to be every bit of a sleaze as Amanda promised. From the moment Ciel walked in the door, he was all over him. Ciel was more than just a little uncomfortable when they had brought their after dinner drinks into the living room, and Malcolm claimed the place right next to him on the sofa.
Amanda sat beside Scott on the love seat, distracting him with conversation as Malcolm seized Ciel with his gaze. “So, French eh? Is it true what they say about the French?”
Ciel smiled. “I’m not sure. I’m only half.”
“The bottom half, or the top half?” He grinned, running his eyes over him like a hungry wolf.
“Ha,” Ciel uttered a forced laugh. “So, Malcolm, tell me about your latest novel … The Cradle Raid … isn’t that the title?”
“It was inspired by a cute little twink I met in Argentina. Boy, could he give head,” Malcolm wiggled his eyebrows up and down behind his rimless glasses. “I usually love a sweet boy on his knees in between my legs … but for you … well…
* * * *
Scott’s eyes settled on Malcolm Dewitt a few times as he put the moves on Ciel. Eyeing Amanda, he said, “Aren’t you going to protect your property?”
She patted Scott’s hand. “He’s a harmless old queen. I might even allow him a taste. After all, he’s practically family.”
Scott’s eyes flew open. “This isn’t a brothel.”
“You object?” Amanda cooed.
“Damn right. That old queen could have crabs for all I know. I don’t want to catch anything.”
“Quick save,” Amanda patted his hand.
Scott withdrew it, and looked away.
* * * *
Ciel tried in vain to talk about writing with Malcolm. Malcolm was in the middle of asking him about his cock size when Amanda stood up and said. “How about some parlor games?”
Ciel and Scott looked at her, questioning.
“Ciel, can I speak to you for just a minute, love? Excuse us, Malcolm. Scott will keep you company.” Motioning to Ciel, he followed her out of the room. When they were out of earshot, she placed a hand on his bicep. “Malcolm is really good for your career.”
“Hah, I’ve been trying to talk about my stuff with him for the last half hour but…”
“He can’t get his mind off your cock,” she said softly, laughing lightly. “Perfectly understandable; I find my mind wandering in that direction as well. Let’s dispense with all that, shall we? Let’s give Malcolm a show, then I guarantee you, he’ll talk shop.”
“What about Scott, he…”
“Scott will do what I say,” Amanda told him. Back in the living room, Amanda turned to Malcolm. “Malcolm,” she said, “how would you like a little extra desert?”
He patted his round stomach. “I really shouldn’t … I…”
Amanda shook her head. “Not that kind, darling. My boys here…you like them?”
Malcolm’s eyes turned to Ciel. “Yes.”
“I have a little room upstairs. Why don’t you come with us and be a little naughty?”
Malcolm almost jumped out of his seat.
“One condition, you watch only. No touching.”
He nodded silently.
Ciel was on his feet. Scott sighed, giving Amanda a faint smile.
Amanda led the way up the staircase. Ciel was behind her, Malcolm at his heels, his eyes planted firmly on Ciel’s ass, and Scott brought up the rear.
Malcolm’s eyes widened some as he walked through the luxurious bedroom, then he gasped when he stepped into Amanda’s private room. “My God,” he cried.
Amanda chuckled. “Come with me, Malcolm.” She invited him to sit in the padded chair with the stirrups. “Take off your clothes, make yourself at home.”
Scott lingered at the doorway, his eyes on Ciel who was already undoing his shirt.
“Now,” Amanda said as Malcolm undid his pants and shoved them down over his plump hips, “what would you like to see my boys do to each other.”
Scott looked up sharply. “You’re the boss, Amanda.”
“Yes, but Malcolm here is our guest.” Amanda reached over and undid Malcolm’s shirt.
Malcolm settled into the chair. “The underwear too,” Amanda advised. “You don’t want to get your panties all wet, do you?”
Ciel wanted to laugh. He watched Malcolm wiggle the underwear down to his ankles next to his pants. Amanda smoothed back his hair. “You like my Ciel, don’t you?”
“Oh yes,” he breathed, his eyes going to him.
Ciel stood there with his shirt hanging open.
“Tell me what you would like to do to him, Malcolm, and that’s what Scott here will do.”
It was Ciel’s turn to be a little taken aback. Scott moved boldly closer. “Looks like you’re the pawn, honey,” Scott sniggered.
“Formidable,” he said in French, his mouth twisting. God knows how warped this guy was.
“Don’t worry,” Scott said softly, moving up closer, “whatever he says … I won’t hurt you.”
Ciel was surprised that he’d try to reassure him at this point. He thought he’d play this for all it was worth.
“Merci,” he mouthed.
“Anything I want?” Malcolm was saying. Amanda nodded, standing beside him. Malcolm’s eyes fell on Ciel. “Well, first I want that big stud of yours to strip naked.”
Ciel shrugged out of his open shirt.
Malcolm sucked in some air. Amanda smiled.
Ciel quickly removed the rest of his clothes.
Scott’s eyes moved over him through the mirror, then, looked away.
“Turn around,” Malcolm told Ciel. “By God but you’re a succulent piece of man meat.”
Scott uttered a harsh little laugh. “That he is,” he said, causing Ciel to throw him a dirty look. “That kind of a man, so cocky and self assured needs a little discipline, wouldn’t you say?”
Ciel threw Scott a defiant look.
Malcolm chuckled, his eyes devouring Ciel’s naked body. “Actually, since Amanda here won’t allow me to touch,” he looked over at her and gave her
a hopeful look, which received a finger wagging in return, “I will just have to live the experience through Scott.” He practically purred.
“What is it you’d like Malcolm,” Amanda cooed. “It’s your treat.”
“Can’t I just run my hands over him once?” Malcolm pleaded. “It’s not every day I…”
“Those are the goddamned rules,” Scott cut in harshly. “Either follow them or…”
“Scott,” Amanda chastised him. “Malcolm is our guest. We should…”
“It’s all right,” Malcolm met Scott’s eyes. “I’d feel the same way if I were him.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Scott demanded.
Ciel narrowed his eyes. “Scott, calm down. What’s…?”
Scott ignored Ciel. “Come on, mister high and mighty writer, what were you implying?” He met his eyes angrily.
“Just that … well…” he began uncertainly, “he’s gorgeous and you have him all to yourself. I’m sure you don’t want to share.” Malcolm attempted to diffuse the situation by grinning at him.
The smile had no effect on Scott. When he spoke, his voice was still brittle with anger. “I don’t give a shit who he fucks personally…in fact, I don’t even like the guy. It’s just that we have rules here … Amanda’s rules and if we don’t follow them, what in hell is the point in having them?” Scott’s eyes went to Amanda. “Right?”
She nodded.
“We usually don’t have a fourth so…” Scott trailed off, turning back to Malcolm. As he did, Ciel met his eyes. Scott brushed past him and went to lean against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m sorry if the mood is…” Amanda began as Malcolm put his pants back on, and stepped off the chair.
“No problem,” Malcolm replied tightly. “It’s probably not a good time. I thank you for the opportunity.”
He walked up to Ciel and ran his eyes over him again. “God, you’re beautiful. If you are ever lonely,” he said softly, reaching out and trailing a finger over one of Ciel’s muscular biceps, “well … you know where to find me.”
“Will you help make him into a Hemingway in between fucks?” Scott demanded, a scowl on his face.
“You,” Malcolm pointed at him, “have an attitude problem.” With that he marched across the room and out the door. Amanda followed on his heels, taking a second to cast a sour look at Scott.
Scott sunk down on the floor in the corner. Ciel began to laugh. “What’s so funny, stud?” Scott demanded rudely, glaring at him.
“Nothing,” he spurted. “I don’t know … you … me … that flaky writer.”
“Well put your pants on,” Scott told him. “You’re not impressing me standing there naked like that.”
“I’ve got news for you, Scott; I’m not trying to impress you.” Ciel stepped into his pants and pulled them up over his hips. Once he was zipped up, he looked over at him again, shaking his head. “I don’t get you.”
“That’s right, you don’t,” he replied, standing up. “You already told me that, remember?” He was on his way out of the room when Amanda appeared.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded.
“Are you going to spank me?” He mocked.
“No,” she shook her hand, “I’d get Ciel to do that.”
“You wouldn’t…”
“You acted like a spoiled child tonight. You were rude and…”
“You can’t keep changing the rules, Amanda,” Scott protested.
“He was a guest, a very important guest. We’ve had observers before with other men. Why not with Ciel?”
Scott’s mouth tightened. “Can I go?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I need to release some tension … and I need you to help me do that.” She turned to look at Ciel. “No one told you to put your pants on.”
“I just thought that…” He began.
“Well,” Amanda replied, reaching around to unzip her dress, “you thought wrong. Scott has been a naughty little boy. You’re going to punish him for me.”
Scott sucked in some breath.
“Scott,” she said, “take off your clothes and then go and kneel in the padded chair, chest to the back.”
“Amanda,” he began, his voice pleading.
“You loved it before. Come darling, I will lock you in.”
Scott avoided looking at Ciel as he began to undo his pants again. When he reached the chair, he slowly took off his clothes.
“Okay,” Amanda said. “Up on your hands and knees; press the top of your head against the padded back.”
Naked, Scott climbed reluctantly up onto the chair. Amanda pulled one wrist to the side and buckled the padded cuff to it, then, she went around to the other and did the same. She pulled his legs wide apart, and reaching above, pulled down two padded ankle cuffs. She left his knees on the edges of the chair, raising one foot, then, the other to the leather cuffs. She spread his legs even wider, and adjusted the constraints above so that the legs remained apart. She pulled open one of the drawers of the cupboard and took out a ball gag. She quickly fitted that to Scott’s mouth and tied it into place.
He didn’t protest. She reached under his chest, and pinched one nipple then the other, before securing two metal clamps to them. Finally, she reached under the chair and pulled out an extension which would enable another person to crawl onto the chair behind Scott.
* * * *
Ciel stood silently waiting. His cock was as hard as rock looking at Scott. From the way he was spread, he could clearly see his anus waiting in open invitation. Scott’s erection was standing straight up and his balls were swollen. It was obvious that Scott was as excited as he was.
Amanda took off her dress, and then her underwear. She rubbed her nipples and sunk her hand down between her legs. She glanced at Ciel, and whispered hoarsely, “fuck him, but torment him first, make him beg.”
Scott’s entire body shuddered as Ciel moved up behind him. Ciel’s hands came around him and pulled on the nipple clamps, increasing the pressure on his already needy nipples. One hand continued to toy with the clamps, as another moved over his ass. Scott grunted, his buttocks moving back and forth. One finger moved over his exposed hole, back and forth, teasing it, then he felt the tip of one finger delve inside, moving around excruciatingly slowly.
Ciel took one of the clamps off and tossed it aside, and taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed it and tugged. Scott moaned through the gag. The finger went deeper now inside of him.
Amanda walked to the cupboard and took out the lube. “Rub his nipples with it,” she whispered, handing it to Ciel who now withdrew his finger from Scott’s anus and applied some lube to his hands. Toying with the other clamp, he squeezed it tighter on Scott’s nipple, then, released it. Scott groaned.
“Oh baby,” Ciel said in his ear, “you’re driving me mad … I want you … but first I want to make you cry out with pleasure.” Ciel played with the clamp a few more times, then, took it off.
Cold lube hit both nipples at exactly the same time. Ciel used both hands, circling his nipples aggressively with the lube.
Amanda held out her hand to Ciel. He squeezed some of the lube into her hands. Leaning against the mirrored walls, she rubbed her own nipples with the gel, biting her lip as the sensation took her. Continuing to rub the lube into her nipples with one hand, her other hand found her hard clitoris. She spread her legs, and began to give it some serious attention while watching Ciel continue Scott’s sexual torture.
Ciel now ran his hand over Scott’s aching cock and balls, just enough to make sure that he stayed hard. Then around to his ass, he lowered his tongue and slowly began to torment his already highly stimulated puckered entrance. The more Ciel licked, the more Scott moaned.
“Sexy, sexy as hell,” Ciel told him, teasing him with his tongue. Then he used one finger, still slick with lube and none too gently drove it up inside of him.
Scott’s head reared ba
ck, his eyes going to the mirror where he could clearly see Ciel’s naked body. One hand came back to torture his tits again, while two fingers now entered him. Oh God, oh God, Scott moaned. His head thrashing back and forth as the fingers now became three. In and out, slowly, then faster. He was finger fucking his ass and his hard cock was slapping against his upper thigh. Scott tried to spread himself wider. He brought his head up, as he felt Ciel undo the gag and pull it off his mouth.
“Yes, yes … Jesus, yes,” Scott said as Ciel withdrew his fingers and placed his cock at his lubricated entrance. “Fuck me … fuck me…”
“Are you sure?” Ciel asked him, slapping his ass once, reaching around and taking his cock in his hand.
“Damn you, do it … do it … take me.”
By now, Amanda was shuddering with orgasm. She watched Ciel’s large cock sink into Scott’s waiting orifice and she moaned loudly.
Grabbing Scott’s hips, Ciel pounded into him. The touch, the taste, the smell of him causing him to react with pure animal instinct. Suddenly all he could feel was Scott, his own cock going in and out of his ass, the way his body was moving under him. There was nothing else and no one else but them. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Scott’s cock in his fist. Sweat poured down his chest as he worked Scott’s ass with his cock, shouting something incoherently as he felt himself on the edge. Scott’s passionate verbalizations drove him harder and harder until he exploded inside of him, and felt Scott erupt seconds later in his hand.
They were both having problems regaining their breath. Ciel let his head fall down on Scott’s back as he wrapped his arms tighter around him.
* * * *
Scott’s eyes burned with perspiration. His body was wet and completely satiated. There was not a drop of tension left in it. The weight of Ciel’s body made him feel connected somehow; his lips were warm and comforting as they moved over his neck and onto his shoulder.
“Baby,” Ciel whispered against his ear.
Amanda came over and undid Scott’s ankles. He let them down with a sigh of relief. She undid his wrists as well. Ciel pulled Scott up against his chest, whispering in his ear. “That was incredible.”