by Eden Myles
“He’s big,” Kyle said with satisfaction over my shoulder. “He’d wear your ring well, sir.”
“He would,” Mr. Griffiths agreed. “Would you like that, Stefan? Would you like to wear my ring through your lovely cockhead?”
I told the truth. “Anything you want, sir.”
He kissed my neck. “I think it’s time by beautiful boys were intimate.”
He told me what he wanted me to do. I obediently turned and braced my hands on the shower wall while Kyle knelt before me. I sighed as Mr. Griffiths pelted my back and ass with hot water from the shower head, while, at the same time, Kyle took my hard-on in hand and guided his mouth over my crown. He smirked as he swallowed me, and I could feel him sizing me up in his mouth as he ran his tongue over me. Partially aroused, I was pretty big, if I did say so myself, but fully I was huge. It was one of the reasons my lovers generally preferred me to bottom them. Kyle soon found that out. I watched his eyes widen as I filled and filled him.
I moaned, jerked my hips like some kind of exotic dancer. I wanted to thrust all the way in to the root in his beautiful, slutty mouth, but Mr. Griffiths held me back, a hand sliding around my hips and under my glans so he could fondle and squeeze my balls. The quick, sharp pain made me gasp in a breath and helped me fight back my orgasm so I could enjoy this a while longer. He molded his slick, muscular chest and abs to me and soon I was thrusting forward into Kyle’s mouth and backward against Mr. Griffith’s thick, ready erection pressed against my ass.
“Do you love this, Stefan?”
“Oh yes.”
He adjusted his position so his huge cock rubbed deliciously between my legs, over my balls, but didn’t enter me yet. I increased the friction, let out a groan of frustration.
“Do you want me to fuck that beautiful ass, pretty boy?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Ask for it,” he hissed in a sinister voice, and I thought of handsome British actors in Dracula movies, except none of them had ever been quite this perverse. “Beg for it, pretty boy.”
“Oh god, fuck me already,” I said, and Mr. Griffiths chuckled warmly in my ear.
“Not just yet.” He worked some spicy, scented bath gel into his hands and began massaging it into the tense muscles of my shoulders and back, following the contours of my body. I felt my muscles relax as my body slowly turned to putty in his hands. His nibbled along the edge of my ear and down over the back of my neck as he worked, then brought the showerhead in a sizzling arc down my back, washing away the suds, the hot spray making me groan and lurch forward, deeper into Kyle’s sucking mouth.
Kyle gripped me at the hips to keep me steady and held me deep inside his burning hot throat, his teeth raking carefully up and down my ramrod straight dick. Christ, he was good. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I started pleading for one of them—either of them—to fill me, and before long Mr. Griffiths forced my legs further apart with his knee, causing my pelvis to tilt forward a little so that Kyle all but swallowed me down and began to suck even more ardently upon me, his fingers plucking at my balls and making my legs tremble.
Mr. Griffiths also knelt as he lathered me up and gently spread my ass cheeks. He soaped me thoroughly, then used the hot spray of water to wash away the suds. Finally, I felt his hot tongue tracing along my crack and licking at my hole while Kyle continued to nibble up and down on my dick. The two points of torturous pleasure working my body front and back left me rocking and gasping for air.
I groaned and thrust and begged to be fucked. I threw my head back and gave myself over to the mind-blowing bliss of being serviced this way between two lovers. Finally, finally, Mr. Griffiths spread the bath gel up and down my crack. He slid his slick fingers deep inside my rectum and lubed me up thoroughly before briefly stepping out of the shower. When he returned, I could hear the sound of a foil package ripping.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you all day,” he said and hooked a long arm around my waist, tilting my hips so he was able to slam the thick, meaty shaft of his cock deep into my hole. I let out a squeal of pleasure and surprise as he filled me completely in a sharp, upward thrust, my fingertips raking across the wet tiles.
The impact drove my hips forward so that Kyle’s teeth raked along the sides of my shaft almost uncomfortably. The climax that had been building all along suddenly burst to the surface and I felt my lower stomach muscles bunch in anticipation. My balls were tight and heavy. I knew I was seconds away from coming, but before I could go off in Kyle’s mouth, Mr. Griffiths sank a powerful hand in my hair and fisted it, grunting, “Remember your obligations to your gentleman.”
“To…to put his needs above my own,” I somehow managed to pant out. It took a massive burst of willpower to keep from coming in that moment, but somehow I managed to hiss air between my teeth and stave off my impending climax.
“Good boy,” Mr. Griffiths said, though his voice sounded different, deeper, a bass growl more animal than human. “Relax and take my cock, boy. I want to take my time with you. I want to ride that sweet ass until you scream.” His other hand, still curled around my belly, cupped my balls as he started pounding my ass, really pounding me, his balls slapping against my flesh with the sound of a spanking, our mating fast, hot and primal, just the way I liked it.
I relaxed my inner muscles so I could take him as deep as he wanted to go, which was good because he wasted no time plowing into me, subduing me. We grunted and growled like dogs. I bucked against Kyle with wild abandon from the force of the impacts, almost feeling sorry for him, though he didn’t seem to mind too much. I knew from the expression on his face that he was getting off watching us; his cock was so swollen it lay thick and weeping against the tattoos encircling his navel.
“Are you my courtier, my beautiful boy?” Mr. Griffiths snarled out. “Are you my pretty doll?”
“Y-yes. God, yes.”
“Christ, you’re a hot little fuckthing,” he growled, and I barely recognized the slick, debonair gentleman I had first met in the Dollhouse gardens as he lowered his head and his teeth sank deep into my shoulder. I cried out at the commingled pleasure and pain of his bite, at the way he was using me, dominating me, treating me like his toy. He didn’t let go, not until his cock quivered and he’d emptied his balls deep inside of me.
Kyle felt his master come. It was impossible not to. He drew me out of his mouth and said, “Come in my mouth, Stefan. I want to taste you.” He wrapped his hand around Mr. Griffiths’, who already had an iron hold on my balls, and then he swallowed me down once more.
Mr. Griffiths kept me fast in his teeth while my body trembled and gave way to a soul-searing orgasm. I screamed and came with a lunge in Kyle’s mouth. He moaned as he drank me down, then suckled me until a second, though weaker, orgasm was wrenched from my tired body. For a long time afterward the only sounds in the shower were the water pelting the tiles, Kyle sucking the spunk from my cock, my own labored breaths, and my gentleman tenderly licking the blood he had drawn from the wound in my neck.
Christ, I thought, it was like I’d died and gone to sex heaven.
***
I was aching and exhausted by the time we moved to the bed in the adjoining room. For once, I didn’t mind being an onlooker. I lay there with my head on the pillows, still damp from the shower and panting from the exertion of our lovemaking, while Mr. Griffiths pushed Kyle down atop the bed and straddled his hips, holding him down so he could kiss his throat and suck his Adam’s apple deep into his mouth.
Kyle whimpered and looped his muscular arms around Mr. Griffiths’ shoulders, clinging to him while his gentleman sucked and kissed his way down the front of Kyle’s gorgeous, tattooed body. Mr. Griffiths’ cock was hard again, dribbling precum as he worked his way down his courtier’s fine, chiseled body. Jesus Christ, Mr. Griffiths hadn’t been kidding when he said Kyle sometimes had trouble keeping up with him. I didn’t think I’d ever met anyone else with such stamina. Mr. Griffiths could have worn out a mechanical bull.
“Open your
legs, love. Let me in,” he growled against Kyle’s lips, and Kyle obediently spread his legs far apart so I had a gorgeous view of their fucking. Mr. Griffiths licked him up and down and spat in his hole, then gripped Kyle’s shoulders hard enough to bruise them, arched his body, and slammed his dripping dick home, filling Kyle in a single savage thrust as he had me. Kyle threw his head back and cried out, his hips bucking wildly on the mattress as his gentleman rode him rough and bareback. With each hard thrust, Mr. Griffiths worked Kyle wider and sank more of his prick inside. With Kyle’s ass off the bed, Mr. Griffiths spanked him hard in time with his rutting. Christ, it was hot. Kyle’s dick overflowed with precum and his back bowed on the bed, his eyes rolling all the way up in his head.
Mr. Griffiths said the most romantic and perverse things in Kyle’s ear, punctuating every sentence with a quick slap to his ass cheeks that echoed around the room. Within seconds I was hard again, and seconds later I found myself beating off while Mr. Griffiths finished for the second time, filling him while Kyle jetted a thick wad of come all over himself. I came seconds later into my own hands.
As Mr. Griffiths climbed off Kyle, he turned to look at me. “You came. You’re not allowed to come without permission.” He gave me a dangerous look. “You know my rules.”
“Yeah, but…I couldn’t help myself.” I blushed and started getting off the bed to clean up, but Mr. Griffiths grabbed me by the hair and dragged me forward.
“Clean him up,” he commanded in a dour, growling voice that suggested he wouldn’t take no as an answer, not that I had any problems with yes. I’d been looking forward to this all day.
Mr. Griffiths held me down atop Kyle’s torso while I licked up Kyle’s spend, then, when he commanded it, I moved to his softened cock. I took him in my mouth, his metal piercing clinking against my teeth. I sucked him down to the balls while my gentleman dragged my mouth up and down his soft shaft until I felt him hardening in my mouth.
“Balls and ass. I want you to lick up every drop,” said Mr. Griffiths, and I obediently licked each of Kyle’s testes as well my gentleman’s sticky spend between his legs while Kyle moaned and writhed beneath me.
“Do you remember what I told you in the beginning? I can be a kind and generous gentleman, but I believe in the line that divides a gentleman from his courtier. I’m not liberal in that manner. I’m not a switcher like so many of the other gentlemen. You don’t want to get on my bad side, boy. You don’t want to disobey me.”
I grimaced at the tight way he held my hair. “Obviously.”
Mr. Griffiths took Kyle’s cock in hand. The spongy head was big and soft, the sterling silver ring standing proud. “Lick,” he said, holding it tight in his fist, and I licked around it, then stuck my tongue through the hole of the ring for the hell of it. I could feel an inscription along the inside. “What does it say inside? Not ‘one ring to bind them,’ I hope…” I laughed nervously.
But Mr. Griffiths wasn’t laughing. He was perfectly serious when he said, “‘Property of Mr. Anton Griffiths.’ What do you think it would say?”
I thought about making a snarky comment, but honestly, I was just a little afraid of pissing him off at the moment. “You’re really serious about owning him, aren’t you?” I said with no little awe.
“Should you decide to stay with us, I’ll mark you as well,” Mr. Griffiths said, leaning against me and giving my shoulder a swift bite that stiffened my body. “Would you like that, Stefan?” he hissed in my ear so I shivered up and down. “Would you like to wear my ring through your beautiful cock? Would you like to wear my name on your body so everyone can see you’re mine and mine alone?”
I moaned as he traced the bite in my shoulder with his tongue. “Yes.”
“Show me. Suck him. Make him come, but don’t swallow. Now.”
I humbly lowered my head and went back to sucking at Kyle’s quickening cock. The more I sucked, the harder he got. The harder he got, the more he filled my mouth until I could feel the ring rubbing against my tonsils as I swallowed him down. I sucked and rolled the ring around in my mouth until Kyle grunted with the need to come and I felt his belly muscles contracting. Soon the heat and force of his come filled my mouth in a series of quick pulses, but I obediently kept from swallowing.
“Kiss him.”
I stopped sucking and climbed my way up Kyle’s body. Kyle gripped me so that for a moment we were like two brothers wrestling. God, he smelled good, like clean soap and Mr. Griffiths. He grabbed my arms, pulled me down, kissed me. I kissed him back, open-mouthed, so he could lick his own spend from my mouth. We made out, biting at each other’s lips, exploring each other’s mouths with tongue and teeth, each other’s bodies with hands and fingertips. I couldn’t get enough of his heat, his taste.
I heard the tear of a new foil packet. Mr. Griffiths came up behind me, hugging me against his body. His enflamed cockhead rubbed between my legs and over Kyle’s balls. The pressure began building again. “Christ, you’re lovely together,” Mr. Griffiths’ silky voice came in my ear. “I could watch you all day. I want you to ride Kyle while I ride your ass.”
He reached between us and slid a condom on over my engorged dick, but kept a solid hold on it, keeping me ramrod straight while he guided it forward so it was as much he as I who penetrated Kyle’s hole. He used me like a living dildo. Kyle groaned and thrashed beneath me, dragging me down for yet another searing kiss even as heavenly pressure and heat closed around my ready cock.
I forgot all about the fatigue from my shower sex as I began to instinctively shuttle back and forth inside my lover, each thrust making Kyle’s hips buck against me. I was almost lost in the bliss of it all when I felt Mr. Griffiths’ prick bump my ass. I slowed down and let him find the angle he needed.
He dug his fingers deep into my hips, grounding me. Heaving upward, he penetrated me easily, and the impact drove me forward, deeper into Kyle, so he gasped and his fingers bruised my shoulders where he gripped me. I knew that tomorrow morning I’d look like I was in some kind of bar fight, or maybe a gang bang, but fuck, we fitted each other’s bodies perfectly. Soon we were all moaning and grunting like a bunch of primal animals. Mr. Griffiths came first and Kyle and I soon after, our chests heaving together, our mouths locked in a kiss. It was over quickly; there wasn’t much spunk left in any of us at that point.
We had, at last, tired each other out.
***
“Stef, my friend, what have you done?” Iz cried as she swung into the bowling alley. There was a gigantic grin on her face. She pushed ahead of a couple buying the famous Kingpin Rainbow Popcorn and leaned against the counter.
I looked at her with a smirk on my face. “You got my text?”
“That you just aced your finals? I was ready to shout it from the rooftops! My best friend Stefan is graduating!”
“And no one is more surprised than I.”
She punched me in the arm, which actually kind of hurt. Iz has a hell of a punch for a girl. “What’s the secret of your success?”
I tried to look humble as I fixed an Icee for the couple. “Kyle.”
“Doesn’t sound like an internet resource to me.” Her eyes shone mischievously.
“That’s because he’s not. He’s a very hot, and very smart, courtier.”
“Kyle Langford? The Kyle Langford, drummer for Suicide Kings and courtier to Anton Griffiths?” Her grin grew wider, if that was even possible. “I told you they would both be a great influence on you!”
“Actually, no, you didn’t.”
“But I thought it! Griffiths is super nice. And Kyle is smart as hell; he just doesn’t like to let on to anyone.” She cradled her chin on her folded hands, which annoyed the couple shuffling around beside her, not that she noticed. “So he’s tutoring you?”
I nodded. “And he is smart as hell. I wouldn’t be graduating without his help.”
She tilted her head. “Then why do you look so troubled?”
“What do you mean?”
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p; She rubbed the center of her forehead. “You’ve got that dent thing going on.”
But I couldn’t put into words what I was feeling.
Just as he had promised, Kyle had shown up the Monday following our special weekend together. He’d stayed until nightfall tutoring me. Normally, study groups just couldn’t get through to me, but the way he explained things, the way he illustrated ancient history, really had me interested now. He’d also brought over a number of History Channel documentaries, and we’d spent much of the week sitting in front of my TV, talking and going over the finer points of the Roman Expansion. Finally, on Friday, I’d asked him to stay over, but he insisted he couldn’t, that he didn’t have Mr. Griffiths’ permission.
“It’s not like he would know, if you didn’t tell him.”
Kyle gave me an annoyed look, the first time I’d ever seen the expression on his face. “That’s not the point, Stef. I would know I’d broken the rules.”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest as the narrator went on about the Viking invasion of Constantinople. “Rules schmules. So you break ‘em. That’s what rules are for, Kyle. To be broken.”
He’d turned then and looked me over. He surprised me by what came out of his mouth next. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”
I stuttered on a response to that. “What do you mean?”
“I mean this whole class clown thing, this ‘I’m too cool for school’ baditude. It’s because you’re scared to death. That accident you were in hurt you, didn’t it? It changed you.” His eyes roved over me, but not in a sexual way. “I bet way back you used to be a grade-A student, a total geek. You always made your classes on time, you always had the answer and were the first kid in class to raise your hand. I bet the other kids used to say you were the smart one, the guy who could do anything.”