Indifference of Heaven [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations ManLove)

by Tymber Dalton

  “He’s got a great mouth on him,” the guy in the back said with a grin. “He likes having both his holes filled.”

  Why not?

  Boyd spread his thighs in agreement.

  The man in front grabbed the bottom’s hair and shoved him onto Boyd’s cock. “There you go, little piggy. Show him how good you squeal.”

  Boyd felt the guy’s moans and held his head in place to take over. He didn’t want to nut yet, unsure if he’d be able to get it up a second time that evening and preferring to wait. So while that man got plowed, Boyd used the man’s mouth more as a jack toy than a blowjob, holding him still when he needed to ease back and pumping his head up and down on him when he wanted more.

  The guy obviously had experience and quickly sussed what Boyd wanted.

  “Feel free to come, if you want,” the guy in back said. “He loves to swallow.”

  Boyd smiled. “I’m in no hurry. Just going to enjoy it, for now.”

  “Gotcha.”

  The two Tops had likely taken blue pills, and while Boyd couldn’t see their cocks, he’d bet they both had cockrings to last as long as they were. He had no idea how long they’d been fucking before he arrived, and they seesawed the man in the middle at least twenty minutes before the one in front grunted he was coming.

  The one in back hadn’t nutted yet, so when the first pulled out, the second turned the guy so he was facing Boyd, and the DP with a side-order of BJ turned into a spitroast.

  The man could deep-throat, too. Boyd toyed with him, holding him down and watching his body tense, waiting until just before he knew the man would signal he needed air to back off to his head for the man to tongue the crown and draw in air.

  Just to do it to him again.

  Boyd didn’t mind bottoming. Enjoyed it with the right partner. But usually at these little get-togethers at Kent’s, he didn’t bottom, much to Kent’s perennial disappointment.

  The Top held on to the guy he was fucking by his shoulders and looked like he was winding up to slide into home. Boyd still remained undecided and opted to pull the man’s head deep onto his nine inches again, and sure enough, the Top came.

  As soon as he did, Boyd released the man, giving him a friendly scratch on the top of his head. “Thanks, man.”

  The guy looked up at him. “You didn’t come yet.”

  He smiled down at him. “I’m good for now. I might hunt you down later to finish me off, depending on how things go.”

  That made the guy smile and lean in to swipe the tip of his tongue over Boyd’s slit. “Wouldn’t mind having you up my ass, Sir.”

  A little shiver rippled through Boyd. The guy had green eyes, and he was always a sucker for green eyes.

  He also heard the capital S in the guy’s comment.

  Another head scratch. “Be a good boy tonight, and you just might. But if Kent’s going to fuck you, hunt me down first. You won’t even feel me after him.”

  The Top laughed. “True story. Come on, piggy. Let’s find you more cocks to suck.”

  Boyd leaned back, propping himself on his hands, and looked around to weigh his options. More guys were working their way out to the pool, either having busted their nut with the party opener, or having their interest tweaked enough by the scene that they were ready for fun of their own.

  On a lounger across the pool from Boyd, a chubby, older man with too many pounds and not nearly enough hair to be considered a bear was riding a nice cock that had to be at least a good eleven inches. A black guy Boyd saw at probably half the parties, Pete, walked up, and the chubby guy opened his mouth to suck him down. After a quick consultation with both of them, soon Pete was also balls-deep in the chub’s ass, and the bottom was a happy camper when a third guy walked up to fill his moaning pie hole.

  Good for him.

  Kent’s personal motto in action. The chub wasn’t someone who turned Boyd’s crank, but he wasn’t everyone, either.

  A couple of Tops approached Boyd as he sat there, thinking maybe he was a bottom, but Boyd just smiled and gave a quick shake of his head, and they moved on without resentment.

  He heard a cheer go up inside, and it was enough to make Boyd want to investigate. He grabbed his towel, dried off his legs, and headed into the living room.

  The same twink was still on the hassock, but now he was riding another twink’s cock, a different bear had also worked his cock into the original twink’s ass, and both the twinks were working on Kent’s massive meat with their mouths.

  Kent saw Boyd standing there and smiled. “We’re getting him ready for me later.”

  “Is he tonight’s chosen one?”

  “One of.” Kent ruffled the buzzed and practically nonexistent hair of the blond, blue-eyed twink. “Begged me to fuck him. Never had him before. Want to help fist him later to loosen him up for me?”

  Boyd smiled. “Maybe.” That twink would likely wake up sore and drained tomorrow morning, and probably walking funny for a few days, at least. And likely feeling very proud of himself.

  If he was anything like any of the others Boyd had watched take Kent’s cock, he’d be practically addicted to it from that point on, another size queen who’d never be happy with a decently hung guy like him again.

  Another reason why Kent liked to rotate his party rosters. He didn’t want any of his “boys” getting jealous or thinking they had a claim on him or his cock.

  Which was another reason Boyd was invited to all of Kent’s events, even though he declined far more invites than he accepted. Kent knew Boyd had a particular type, and it wasn’t him. Kent also liked that Boyd was a sadist, and it wasn’t unusual for him to have party guests wanting Boyd’s specific kind of attention.

  Hence why Kent had set up his back bedroom the way he did, with Boyd and a few others in mind.

  Boyd drifted through the kitchen to get himself a soda, and then into the great room, where Spaceballs was playing on a sixty-inch plasma screen TV on the wall. It was set to mute and the captions were on, because over the speakers Kent had some generic, techno house music to fuck by playing.

  He shook his head, laughing, because Kent really was like a big kid, in some ways.

  An older guy was on his knees in front of a black guy Boyd had seen at several of the more recent parties, and a tall, lanky redhead Boyd had never seen before. Boyd laid his towel down, even though there was a sheet on the sofa, and sat to watch the show.

  The men were taking turns fucking his mouth, nothing at all easy or gentle about it. Apparently that’s how the guy liked it, because despite the tears and snot streaming from him, he kept his hands laced together behind him and had to be pulled off one to the other, back and forth.

  As Boyd watched, a couple other guys joined in, and another dropped to his knees on the floor to have fun, too.

  Yeah, he wished he had a guy over a spanking bench tonight and was laying stripes on his flesh, but this was a close second.

  The movie was halfway over when Kent walked in, plopped down next to Boyd, and leaned in. “Next Saturday, any plans?” Kent asked in a soft voice.

  “Why?”

  “Private.” He held up five fingers, leaning in closer. “Newbie wants to have his horizons broadened and his ass caned. Cutie. Green eyes.” He winked. “You, me, him, and three cuties who’ve been begging me to break them in, who I’m going to also turn loose on the newbie at the start of the night.”

  “That’s six.”

  Kent counted them out and grinned. “Damn, you’re right. Anyway, so other than the beginning of the evening, where Green Eyes wants to be used as a party favor, he’ll be all yours, if you want him.”

  “You’re not going to fuck him?”

  “Would love to, but I’d split him open. He’s not ready to leave the kiddie pool yet.”

  Hmm. Wouldn’t be the first time Kent had set him up in a good way. Man had never let him down before. And he knew Larry had to work. “Sure.”

  “Excellent. Eight o’clock. Oh, slightly unusual re
quest, he wants to be blindfolded all night. Guess it’s a major fantasy of his. Doesn’t want to know who’s doing what. Or once you have him all to yourself, you can wear a hood or something so you can see his eyes. I mean, I’m talking literal emerald eyes here, Boyd. Nearly creamed myself when I met him. You’re gonna love him. Haven’t seen him naked, but he’s fucking adorable. Dark hair, not even thirty yet. I’ll set you up with him in the back bedroom.”

  Even more interesting. Kent had a very comfortable king-sized bed in there, and a very nice spanking bench and St. Andrew’s cross.

  Wasn’t like he had plans. “Sure. I’ll bring my gear bag.”

  “Excellent. I’m hoping maybe he’ll want to be a regular. I know he’d be a busy boy all night at one like this, if he enjoys himself this first time.”

  “How’d you meet him?”

  “Referral. He’s fairly new to the area, and the voucher works at the same place he does. He’s kind of skittish to go out in public, so this is a perfect fit for him.” Kent was a stickler for privacy and Boyd knew he wouldn’t say much more about the guy without the man’s permission.

  “Sounds like a date.”

  Kent looked at the TV for a moment, watching. “I fucking love this movie.” He stood and headed back to the living room.

  Boyd slowly stroked himself with one hand as he sipped his soda. The show in front of him was heating up as more guys joined in. Someone else had shoved an eager bottom to the floor to suck the first guy’s cock as he was basically passed from cock to cock to suck them.

  He was trying to decide if he wanted to join in or not when the green-eyed piggy from the pool wandered in, spotted him, and smiled. He walked over and dropped to his knees in front of Boyd without prompting, a gorgeous slave kneeling position, thighs spread wide, back straight, shoulders back, feet tucked under his ass, and hands palms-up on his knees.

  “I’ve been told I’m going to be offered to Kent later, Sir, so I should find you and offer myself to you, if you still want me. I was also told to let you know that beyond no permanent marks, no harm, and no brown or yellow, I am free for you to have and use however you wish until I’m called for around midnight. I rinsed with mouthwash and cleaned out and lubed, Sir.”

  Ahhh. So there was more to this guy’s dynamic than just fucking. Maybe that’s why he had found him interesting.

  That and his green eyes.

  Mouthwash meant he wouldn’t be kissing some other guy’s cum who he didn’t know, and cleaned out meant if he wanted to fuck him bare he wouldn’t be squishing around in a sloppy hole. Not that he would fuck the guy bare, but still, nice to have options.

  Hmmm.

  “Including sex?” Boyd clarified.

  The man grinned. “Yes, please, Sir.”

  Boyd leaned in so he could talk to the guy in a low voice. “Safeword?”

  “Red, Sir. Unless Sir prefers something else.”

  He really wished the guy had a collar he could hook his finger through and use to pull him close.

  “Who’s the Top you’re with?”

  “My husband, Sir.”

  Interesting. They weren’t wearing rings, or any jewelry at all. Although at these parties, sometimes partners didn’t, not wanting to spook potential fucks before they even happened.

  Even better, meant it wouldn’t get awkward at a future party if Boyd didn’t want to screw around with him, because the guy likely wouldn’t glom onto him.

  “Does he like to watch?”

  “He’s not a sadist, Sir, and Kent told him you can give me pain.”

  The entire picture snapped into focus. “Want to be deep in subspace before Kent takes a crack at you, hmm?”

  He nodded, smiling. “We already have a fuck sheath he bought to stuff in me so I don’t tighten up.” His face turned an adorable shade of pink as his voice dropped to a whisper. “He’s loaning me out to Kent this week for a few days for a business trip to Miami. We do work for him, and Kent asked if he could borrow me to take with him. Not to share me, just for him at night after our business meetings are over.”

  “Is he now?” This was fascinating. Kent, you kinky bastard. “You sure you should be telling me this?”

  “Kent said you’re one of the only people he wouldn’t mind me talking to. He trusts you. He said you might ask me questions before we play. He also said if I play with you that I can’t talk about personal details about you to anyone except him or my husband, because you need privacy.”

  Now that was news to him. That he had made it into a deeper circle of trust with Kent than he knew about before. Guys he fucked here, he never told anything about himself.

  But he did need to know more about someone when he actually played with them.

  “Can I call you something besides piggy? I get that it might be your thing, but I’d rather know your name, or a more…human nickname.”

  “Paul.”

  Boyd stood, grabbed his towel, and held out his hand to the guy, wiggling his fingers at him to get him to take it. “Come on. Let’s go play.”

  Chapter Two

  Kent was talking to someone in the dining room while two guys were on their knees and worshipping his cock.

  Boyd leaned in. “Back bedroom free?”

  “Yep. It’s all yours tonight. You know the code.”

  “Thanks.” He stepped to the side with Paul. “Where’s your husband?”

  He looked around and then pointed out to the lanai. The man was sitting on a lounger and smoking a cigar, talking to a couple of guys while another guy was worshipping his cock.

  “What’s his name?”

  “Tim.”

  Boyd led Paul out to the lanai and around to the side of his chair, where he could offer him his hand without stepping on the guy sucking his cock. “Boyd.”

  Tim smiled and shook with him. “Tim. He found you? Good.”

  “He told me his limits, just wanted to confirm them.” Tim ticked off the identical list Paul had. “He’s going to have marks,” Boyd warned.

  “Marks are fine, as long as they fade, nothing permanent, and his suit will cover it for work. Then we’re good. He’s way overdue for a hard beating. This works out, I might want to talk to you about getting together more often and turning you loose on him on a regular basis. Kent vouched for you.”

  “That would definitely be in my wheelhouse.”

  “Excellent.” He smiled and took a puff from his cigar. “Then everyone’s a winner, and I’ll have a happy boy. I’m a Daddy, not a hard-core sadist.”

  “Ah. Midnight?”

  “Yep. Then he’s all Kent’s.”

  “If I don’t have him out by then, we’re in the back bedroom.” Boyd held up his bare wrist, but indicated his naked state. “Don’t have a watch on me.”

  Tim gave him a thumbs-up and a grin. “No worries. Long as I know where to find you.”

  That would give him over three hours with Paul.

  It’s a start.

  The back bedroom was large, almost as large as Kent’s master bedroom, and had its own attached private bathroom.

  It was also well-stocked for any manner of play the above-average kinky guy might want to get up to. The comfortable bed had restraint points, and the closet held a variety of things.

  “Have you been in here yet?” Boyd asked him.

  “Just to see it. I haven’t played in here yet, Sir. Kent scened with me last Saturday in his bedroom.”

  The rules were printed and framed right next to the inside of the door, and after Boyd let them in by punching the four-digit code into the lock and closed it behind them, he pointed them out and made Paul read them.

  “You’ll be cleaning everything when we’re done, boy,” Boyd said, dropping into Dom tone. “Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Those who didn’t clean up after themselves weren’t allowed back in the back bedroom, much less invited back to Kent’s parties.

  Although Boyd wasn’t cruel enough to harsh the guy�
��s subspace buzz he planned to leave him in when he handed him over to Kent for the grand finale. He’d make sure he had him dropped back down before then.

  “So what do you call your hubby usually? When you’re alone?”

  The more time Boyd spent with the guy, the more adorable Boyd found him. His cheeks pinkened again. “Daddy.”

  “How old are you?” Although he knew he had to be at least twenty-one. Kent was a stickler for that.

  “Thirty-six.”

  “Damn. I seriously thought you were about ten years younger. You’re only three years younger than me.”

  He smiled. “Everyone thinks that. I get carded all the time. I’m three years older than Daddy.”

  Boyd couldn’t hold back the laugh. “Okay, then. Lucky bastard. I might have to beat you extra hard for having good genes.”

  He found a leather collar in the closet and walked over to Paul. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor.

  Paul dropped to his knees. “So your Daddy has given me permission to give his boy some pain, hmm? Any problems with me calling you boy?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “If I use your real name while we’re playing, it means I want to talk person-to-person. You call red or yellow immediately if you need to for anything. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If you need to talk to me, you can call me Boyd to drop us into person-to-person. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Between what I’m about to do to you, and what Kent’s going to do to you, you realize sitting down will be interesting for the next couple of days, right?”

  He grinned. “I hope so, Sir.”

  Boyd smiled and buckled the collar around Paul’s neck. “Any allergies or health issues I need to know about?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Medications? Blood sugar issues?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Boyd leaned over and checked the mini fridge and found it fully stocked with water bottles. He grabbed two and set them on the bedside table.

  “Any positions you can’t hold, back trouble, any of that?”