by D. J. Manly
Scott met his eyes as his tongue swept across to the other tit. Ciel shuddered, his cock throbbing slightly as the tongue wiped across his nipple. Then, Scott’s teeth took hold of it, pulling on it. Ciel moaned again, his head going back some, eyes closing. Scott was concentrating on the nipple, moving his tongue quickly now, then using his teeth again until Ciel actually whimpered.
Scott trembled as he took a step away.
Amanda was already masturbating, her fingers sinking into the creaminess of her wet vagina. “Take the rest off,” she muttered, “get them off Scott, and put on the G-string. I’m so hot, I’m going to scream.”
Ciel felt Scott come around to his back. He felt Scott tear the shirt off his shoulders, then reach around and undo his pants. As he did, some of Ciel’s hair brushed against his cheek. For a moment, he noticed that Scott paused. He moved his nose to his hair and breathed in the fragrance of it. He moaned low in his throat and pushed his swollen cock against Ciel’s ass as he peeled the underwear down over it.
“Step out of it, take off the shoes,” Scott managed. Ciel could see that his hands were shaking badly. He squeezed the piece of shiny black material in his fist and waited.
Ciel cast Scott a glance in the mirror as he bent down to remove his shoes and socks. Scott waited for him to stand up and then came around to the front. Amanda was shuddering with orgasm, moaning and quivering in her chair nearby as Scott bent down in front of Ciel with the G-string. As he did, Ciel moved in such a way as to graze his forehead with his sex causing Scott to utter a slight intake of breath. Ciel stepped into the G-string.
Scott stood up, moving the string up over his rounded calves and firm, well muscled thighs. When he got to his balls, he paused, and then moved the material up over his sex. Ciel knew that he was having some problems because his erection wouldn’t allow itself to be captured by the material unless he pushed it inside.
“Arrange his sex, Scott … arrange it to delight … to tease,” Amanda insisted, running her tongue over her lips and teasing her engorged clitoris with the vibrating machine.
With trembling, greedy fingers, Scott told hold of Ciel’s cock head.
Ciel bit into his lower lip, opening the wound that had only just begun to heal. The feel of Scott’s hands on his cock was enough to push him over the edge, but he held on, trying to resist.
The cock stubbornly refused to hide and finally Scott left the head of it peeking from the top of the material, which delighted Amanda. “A big boy, our Ciel,” she moaned.
Scott nodded. His fingers were covered in Ciel’s pre-cum.
“Don’t forget the back,” Amanda instructed.
Moving around back, Scott quickly arranged the string so that it slipped in between Ciel’s scrumptious ass cheeks. “Come over here to me, Scott,” Amanda said softly.
Scott reluctantly left Ciel and came over to where Amanda lay on the chair. “So, what do you think of our slave, Scott? Tell me, what do you want to do to him?”
As Scott talked in a low whisper to Amanda, Ciel stood absolutely still, his cock aching. God, how he wanted him. In fact, he couldn’t even remember wanting any man as much as he wanted Scott right now. He didn’t care if he hated him. He didn’t care about anything except being touched by him.
Amanda looked now at Ciel. “Scott is now your supreme master, Ciel. I am only an observer. You are to obey.”
Ciel nodded. I’ll obey … I’ll do anything … just come over here and touch me.
* * * *
Scott wanted to torture him, but all he could think of when he crossed the floor was how much he wanted to hold him … to touch and kiss and lick every inch of him. He let his eyes wander over the thick black hair spread out on his broad shoulders and he reached out for it. At first he caressed it, then taking his hair in his fist, he began to drag him over to where the shackles hung from the wall. Ciel didn’t resist him.
Ciel allowed Scott to shackle one wrist then the other, his head being yanked back. Scott looked deep into his eyes and said, “You are my slave. Your body belongs to me. You will never be master of my body … or my heart.”
Ciel narrowed his eyes but as instructed, he remained mute. Scott knocked his legs apart and secured his ankles to the constraints.
Scott stood looking at Ciel now. Ciel’s chest was glistening with sweat, his nipples dark and aroused. His sex was rock hard, curling upwards out of the skimpy piece of material which barely managed to contain the swollen balls and thick base. Turning to Amanda, he said, “Look Manda … look at our boy…look how hard he is, how desperate he is for my touch. Would you like me to fuck him? Maybe I’ll fuck him without touching his cock or massaging his balls…maybe I’ll fuck him with a huge toy and leave it inside of him for hours, pumping him a few times in between.”
“It’s your call, darling,” Amanda smiled at him from across the room. “What is your fantasy?”
He walked back over in front of Ciel, and took his face between his hands. He pulled it close to his. Their lips were almost touching, but not quite. For a second he held it there, his breath playing on Ciel’s mouth.
Ciel ran his tongue over his lips. Scott’s eyes went to that tongue and with a moan he pulled his mouth against his, smothering it with his own. The sounds coming from Ciel’s mouth as the kiss deepened sounded animalistic. The sweetness of Ciel’s lips were unbelievable, and as he put his arms around him, he clutched his ass cheeks in his hands. Scott’s thigh brushed against Ciel’s constrained cock under the tight material of the G-string. Ciel’s entire body shuddered in his arms, his head fell back and he cried out as creamy white semen pumped out of his cock like a volcano suddenly erupting.
Scott fell to his knees. He ripped the material away from Ciel’s cock, and pressed his face into his groin in order to feel the last thunder of vibrations move against his lips. He showered the now semi flaccid organ with kisses, and gently licked the cum off Ciel’s shaft.
“Scott,” Ciel whispered softly, his chest heaving slightly.
Scott glanced up at him, his eyes seeming to glisten. “I want to fuck you. Let me … please … let me fuck you baby.”
Ciel smiled, and nodded.
“What are you doing, Scott?” Amanda asked.
Scott stood up. He walked over to the drawer where the lube was, fondling his own cock to make sure it stayed hard. “I’m going to fuck my slave,” he told her.
He came back around Ciel and began to smooth the lube into his hands. When they were well covered, he spread Ciel’s cheeks and slowly began to massage it up inside of him.
Ciel let his eyes close. The feel of Scott’s slippery fingers inside of him was making him hard again. His experience with getting fucked was minimal. He had been penetrated by a man before but it was rare. He was used to being the top…but right now he wanted Scott inside of him more than anything.
* * * *
Amanda felt her juices begin to flow again. She watched Scott as he kissed Ciel’s shoulder, three fingers buried deep inside of his ass. Ciel’s groin was thrust out, his sex high and thick, his balls heavy. His nipples looked needy. He was a man with sensitive nipples, their stimulation directly connected to his cock. She loved those nipples.
“Brutalize those nipples, Scott,” Amanda demanded.
Scott reached around to Ciel’s chest and pinched one of his nipples. Amanda relished the look of pleasure on Ciel’s handsome face. He lifted his head, squeezed his eyes shut as Scott pinched and then tugged on his nipple again. Ciel began to thrust his hips back and forth as Scott began to aggressively finger fuck him while tugging on that nipple again. “Aaaaaaahhhh,” Ciel groaned, “damn, damn … Scott,” he moaned, “hell…”
“Heaven,” Scott whispered, withdrawing his finger and then positioning his cock at Ciel’s well oiled entrance. Scott grasped Ciel’s hips and then sunk himself deep into Ciel. He pushed him forward so that he could plunge even deeper inside of him.
Ciel let out a cry, supreme bliss mingled with driving pain.
* * * *
Scott was lost. His hands moved over Ciel’s cock and ass as he pumped deeper into paradise, moving in and out, deeper and deeper, then pulling all the way out, only to slice back into him with mindless abandon.
Fumbling with the cuffs, Scott undid them, his cock still inside Ciel. Withdrawing for a second, Scott pushed Ciel to his knees then onto to all fours, where he quickly drove back into him again.
He grabbed his long hair, and pulled him upward against his chest, wrapping his arms around him as he moved his sweat-drenched body against his, gently now, humping him from behind, glancing in the mirror to watch his hands pulling on those luscious nipples, moving over the purple swollen head of his delicious rod. With him lying back in his arms like that, his naked body exposed and accessible to his hands, his long silky hair lying on his shoulders, Scott felt as if he might lose his mind.
Scott buried his lips in Ciel’s neck, sobbing something incoherently as he pumped out the last bit of orgasm he had in him, while at the same time milking Ciel’s dwindling cock.
“Baby … baby…” Scott whispered, capturing the tip of his ear between his teeth. “You have some ass … God, you are so tight…” Suddenly, he let him go.
Ciel slid down on his stomach, his chest heaving, his ankles still shackled to the floor. He was trying to get his breath.
Scott wiped the sweat off his face and walked away from where Ciel lay. He felt shaken, not fully grounded suddenly. Ciel was all around him. Everywhere he looked, he saw him lying naked on the floor, his dark head resting on his forearm, his body trying to recover from the aftermath of the passionate excursion.
“I think we’re finished,” Amanda announced, pushing herself off the chair and picking up her discarded robe. Her eyes went to Scott. “Are you going to unshackle him or leave him there all night?”
Scott noted the sharpness in her tone. He wasn’t quite sure what it was born of, but he knew she wasn’t pleased. He gathered his clothes hastily together, and headed for the door. “You do it please Amanda,” he said, his head down.
Before she could refuse, he scooted out.
* * * *
Ciel looked up at her now. He managed to fumble back up onto his knees. Then he began to awkwardly undo the clasps which encircled his ankle. Amanda bent down and undid the other side. “Thank you,” he said.
She took his hand, helping him to his feet. For a minute, she searched his face, then, shook her head.
“What have you done to Scott?”
“I … don’t … I didn’t do anything.”
Her face held a ghost of a smile but her eyes were cold. “You’re never to touch him unless I’m present. Do you understand?”
He glanced down at the G-string which had come unhooked and was lying dejectedly on the floor beside the ankle cuffs. “I know the rules.”
“Good,” she said with a nod, leaving him alone in the cold, mirrored room.
* * * *
The next few days leading up to Christmas were chaotic. Amanda was flitting around everywhere. She had a big party planned for Christmas Eve. She didn’t ask Scott and Ciel to visit her for the next few nights.
Ciel stayed in his room writing, and Scott made himself conspicuously scarce. Ciel saw him all of twice. Once he was sitting at the table eating lunch, which he quickly dispensed with when Ciel entered the room, and the other time he was talking on the phone with someone from his usual perch on one of the lounging chairs by the pool.
The closer it got to Christmas, the more depressed Ciel felt. He wondered if he had done the right thing coming here. On Christmas Eve morning, he came downstairs to find Amanda and Scott sitting by the fireplace in the living room with coffee mugs in their hands. There was a pot of fresh coffee sitting on the marble table in front of one of the sofas. Both of them were dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts. Ciel was still in his robe. He wasn’t expecting to see them both up this early in the morning.
“Hey,” he said, reaching for the coffee pot and pouring some coffee into the empty mug sitting there. It was like they were waiting for him.
“Hello darling,” Amanda said, “Are you ready for tonight?”
He glanced at Scott who met his eyes, then quickly looked away. “What’s tonight?” Ciel asked, sipping some black coffee and going to sit on the matching sofa facing them.
“My Christmas party. We’ve managed to patch things up with Malcolm.”
Ciel narrowed his eyes. “He’s the only guest?”
“Heaven’s no. There are many guests dear. I just wanted you to know that if you play your cards right, he might be prepared to…”
“She means … use your charms on him, heaven boy,” Scott laughed. “You might just win the Pulitzer … especially with that beautiful, big cock of yours, not to mention…!”
“I think he gets the point Scott,” Amanda chastised him. “Really, I didn’t say to sleep with the guy … I just meant that…”
Ciel stood up abruptly, slopping some coffee onto the front of his robe. He walked over to the window and looked out, his jaw clenched. He wanted to scream. It was all he could do to hold onto his temper. Scott hadn’t said more than two words to him since they’d left that room, and now he was discussing his anatomy like he was yesterday’s breakfast.
* * * *
Scott’s eyes moved over Ciel as he stood at the balcony door. The robe he wore was blue terry cloth, and in spite of his bulk, it did nothing to conceal the generous swell of his ass or the narrow waist. It laid open some at the neck, revealing the top of his chest. He could still feel what it had been like to be inside him, to be given the luxury of running his hands over the smooth hills and valleys of his body. Ciel. He closed his eyes, only opening them when Amanda suggested he take a nap.
“Nap?” He said, his eyes snapping open. “What for?”
“You seem tired all of a sudden,” she replied, draining her coffee cup.
He shook his head, standing up. “No, I’m fine. I’m going to go train in a few minutes. I’m meeting Juan at the gym.”
“Give him my regards,” Ciel turned around, meeting his eyes.
Scott gave him a cool smile. “Oh, I will.”
“I think I’d enjoy training with Juan,” Ciel announced, looking at Amanda. “Can that happen?”
“Sure,” she said. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll set it up.”
Scott narrowed his eyes. “You want to come with me then?”
Ciel thought for a moment. “Actually, no. I’d prefer to train alone with Juan.”
“Fuck you, Ciel,” Scott muttered.
Amanda’s eyes widened.
“Fuck you too, Scott,” Ciel raised his coffee cup at him. “And Merry Christmas.”
Scott turned on his heel and left the room.
* * * *
Ciel was about to leave the room, when Amanda placed a hand on his forearm and prevented him.
“What was that all about?”
“Don’t you know?”
“No, I don’t know,” Amanda snapped.
He was about to tell her that Scott had been fucking his trainer but he thought better of it. Instead, he said, “Scott doesn’t like me, that’s all.”
“We all have to sit down and have a talk. This sort of thing is going to come to a…”
“Amanda,” Ciel cut in, removing his arm from her grasp. “Some things are just beyond your control, no matter how much money you have.”
Her mouth dropped open a bit, and before she could respond, he left the room.
Chapter Five
The guests began arriving at eight. There were extra wait staff on tonight, a fully stocked bar and a lot of strange, overdressed people wandering around.
Ciel stood out by the pool. Two young, big breasted women in bikinis were talking to him, but he wasn’t really listening. He was watching Scott, dressed in nothing but a white spandex bathing suit, flirt with practically every man who approached him.
Amanda came up
beside him suddenly and took his arm.
“You look scrumptious,” she said, her eyes raking over the black pants and open neck forest green dress shirt he wore. “Do you notice,” she said to the ladies, “how the pants and shirt fit him to a T. I insist on tailored clothes for my boys. And that five o’clock shadow, yum,” she bragged, running a hand over his jaw. “Frankly, Ciel Durand looks good enough to eat, wouldn’t you say girls?”
They both heartily agreed while Ciel stood by feeling as if he were nothing more than a piece of prime rib.
She squeezed his arm as she beamed at the women, “Isn’t he beautiful?”
“Yes, yes,” they said in unison.
“Amanda,” Ciel began but she shushed him. “How would you like to find this under your Christmas tree, ladies?” She giggled.
“Um, yummy,” one of them let her eyes move over him and settle on his crotch. The other one blew him a kiss.
Ciel smiled indulgently at them. What the hell. It was all a game. Amanda loved to play it.
“What would you give to watch him with another man?” She said suddenly.
Ciel glanced at her, then away.
“Hot man sex, God yes,” one of them said. “I’d love to see him with Scott.”
Ciel swallowed, looking over at Scott who had just come out of the pool. His body was glistening with water. It ran in rivulets down his chest, over his dark nipples and straight down his stomach and into those snug trunks. His cock was hard, the outline visible now that the shorts were wet. There were more than a few men tracing the curve of it with their eyes.
“I’m having a private little party later. Consider sticking around,” Amanda was saying, pulling Ciel away from the ladies. “Seen Malcolm yet?” she asked.
“No. What’s this about a private party?” Ciel asked her.
“I hope you don’t mind. Scott does it every year with whoever is here … this year it’s you, honey. I invite a few special guests to watch Scott perform with some hunk. If you don’t want to do it, I can…” her eyes skirted over to where Scott was standing around a sea of young, muscle-bound men.