Good Lord: Woolf Tales 2

by Viva Gold

  “Me. First.” Remi bucked hard until he came on a roar, his body jerking beneath me. His hot come filled the condom inside me and I mourned not being able to feel his semen in me. Remi was breathing heavily but he still managed to grab Cinq by the nape of his neck guiding him to my weeping cock. “Suck him off.” Cinq complied willingly and Jesus fuck was his mouth made for sin.

  Cinq watched me the entire time he had my cock in his mouth while Remi teased my nipples. The sensation overload was too divine and I came in seconds shooting my load down Cinq’s throat. Remi held his head in place until I’d stopped jerking and the boy willingly took every last drop.

  “Enough.” I croaked as I slumped forward on to Remi’s chest. He grunted as I came into contact with his poor raw nipples but he didn’t attempt to move me. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Cinq scurry to leave but Remi caught him.

  “Where you going, Pup?”

  “Au sol.” Cinq whispered.

  “Why the floor?” Remi asked looking puzzled.

  “C'est là que je dors.”

  “He sleeps on the floor?” I looked from Remi to Cinq and felt quite ill. Cinq began to chew his lower lip and I suspected he thought he’d done something wrong. Now was not the time to probe into why Cinq wasn’t allowed to sleep in a bed, we were all too exhausted. I spoke to Remi rapidly in English to avoid Cinq understanding. “I can’t even imagine why the boy thinks he deserves to be on the floor. I think he needs you to tell him he’s welcome in our bed.”

  Remi raised his eyebrows at me. “You’re sure that he’s welcome?”

  I hoped he was asking because he was worried about how I would feel adding a third to our already weird dynamic. The idea pleased me. Underneath Remi’s brashness he had a big heart. I nodded. In French, Remi told Cinq to get back in the bed and to stay there; he was not permitted to leave the bed for any reason other than to take a piss, and even then, he was to wake Remi to tell him. Cinq stared at him in wide eyed disbelief. Instead of explaining again Remi pulled him into his side and pushed me to Cinq’s other side and we sandwiched the young man hopefully making him feel secure and wanted for once in his life.

  Exhaustion overtook me and my eyelids grew heavy. Cinq was snuffling softly and Remi was dead to the world. Despite the horrors of the day, I was in a happy place. The rescue mission had been successful. I wondered briefly what the others has done to Henri and prayed it was something humiliating and painful. Knowing Izzy, I had no doubt Henri was not at his best right now. Tomorrow would be a difficult day, but for the moment I was exactly where I wanted to be. I sighed as I felt myself drifting off.

  “Thank you, Jason.” Remi whispered. “You saved me from myself.” His voice was thick with emotion. “Can you forgive me?”

  My eyes flew open. “Only if you forgive me.” I whispered back.

  “What a pair we are.”

  “Indeed. But Remi, I don’t want to lose you again.” I grabbed his hand and he squeezed it tight. We rested them on Cinq’s cute little bum.

  “You won’t. And this little one, can we keep him too?”

  I chuckled. “Firstly, I don’t suppose he’s actually that much younger than you. Secondly, I don’t think he’s going to give us a choice.” We looked at Cinq sprawled on his tummy between us. He had hooked a leg over each one of ours. “He’s utterly adorable and his fellatio skills are exceedingly impressive.”

  “Hmm, but we can’t keep calling him Cinq. I don’t like it. I will try to find out his real name.” Remi tutted in disgust. “I hope Izzy is punishing Henri well and good.”

  “That’s one thing you don’t need to worry about.” I yawned. “Angel. We’ll call him Angel.”

  “Jason?”

  “Hmm?” I was nearly asleep.

  “How is your maths?”

  “What the fuck are you on about?” I mumbled.

  “What is three minus two?”

  “Remi, have you lost your fucking mind? One; obviously.” I was greeted with silence. My brain was tripping over itself trying to figure out what he was talking about. “Oh….” The penny finally dropped.

  “Uh huh.” Remi sounded smug. “Three orgasms less two orgasms equal…” he paused for dramatic effect “…one orgasm still to go.”

  I gently unhooked Cinq’s legs from mine and Remi’s and pulled him to the far side of the bed. He muttered adorably in his sleep but he didn’t stir. Conscious not to disturb him further, I slipped out of the bed and hurried back around to Remi’s side but he was already sitting up. He swung his legs to the floor and ushered me over to the other side of the room to a red velvet love seat. Remi sat down in the middle of the plush cushions and spread his legs wide. His stiff cock bobbed enticingly and I licked my lips.

  “I’m desperate for a taste of you baby, can I suck you?” I knelt down between his thighs and buried my face in his groin inhaling deeply.

  “You love being my slutty boy, don’t you?” Remi tugged at my hair.

  “I do.” I lapped his balls and he hummed.

  “You can blow me for a bit but don’t make me come.”

  I happily set to work deep throating my man. I had long since realised that worrying about Remi’s age was futile. He was mature for his years, more so than me on many occasions, and life had taught him many lessons in a very short amount of time. He refused to apologise for the way he behaved and now I understood why. If I wanted him at all and I was certain I did, I was going to have to live with his unpredictable moods reminding myself that underneath it all was a good, strong and loving man. He may not show those qualities in a conventional way but that turned me the fuck on something chronic. He was right, we were a weird pair.

  Remi pulled my hair. “I want your mouth.” He put his hands under my arms and hauled me up his body. I released his cock with a wet pop whining that I hadn’t finished but he cut me off with a kiss so full of intent it left me breathless and giddy.

  “You consume me cousin.” I sputtered. “I lose my mind around you.” I held his face in my hands keeping our eyes locked on one another.

  “We need to make this work, Jason. I know what I want now and it’s you, and God help us, Cinq. Our little Angel, if he’ll have us.” Remi jutted his jaw at me and I nipped at his scruff. I was already sore from the burn of it along my skin but I loved wearing his marks. I accepted that now and my friends and family would have to realise they were from a good place regardless of what they might look like. Remi was not Henri. His fetish for the obscene and extreme was just that. He wasn’t an evil or bad person he just enjoyed being cruel in the moment. The best part of that however, was the make up afterwards. It was an excessive form of aftercare admittedly but it worked for us. I kissed Remi deeply.

  “Oh God.” I hung my head back between my shoulder blades as Remi’s enormous fist engulfed both our swollen dicks. He used our pre-come and his spit slippery cock to slick his palm up and down slowly. He was driving me out of my mind. I tried to rut into him for added friction but he wasn’t having it.

  “Kiss me again.” Remi whispered seductively. My stomach flipped and my balls tingled. His low tone was so sexy. My lips were puffy and wet from our previous kiss, his were still cracked and sore from who knows how long his mouth was stretched around that hideous gag, but he still wanted to taste me. My heart squeezed and I kissed him softly. He sped up his hand movements jacking us with purpose. I felt my spine ignite just as Remi tensed and we came within seconds of each other, spilling our spunk all over his hand. I panted heavily into his face and he grinned at me. I knew that look and tried to scramble off his lap but of course I was not match for his strength.

  “No Remi…” I whined although my pulse was racing in anticipation of his next move. I watched as if in slow motion as Remi raised his come covered hand to my face and swiped it all over my mouth and chin.

  “Look at you now Lord Cumrag. Lap it up, baby.” Remi watched hungrily as I slid my tongue out of my mouth and lapped up as much as I could reach. I put on a bit of a
show for him. “You missed a bit.” Remi pulled me close and licked at the rest of the jizz on my face.

  “God, we’re a pair of dirty fuckers.” I sighed resignedly as I slumped against his broad chest.

  Remi prodded me in the ribs. “We need to clean up before we fall asleep all sticky and messy over here. I don’t want Cinq to wake up alone.” Remi stood up with me still clinging to him like a limpet. He carried me to the ensuite bathroom and plonked me on the vanity unit. I started to fuss but he shushed me wetting a flannel and cleaning us both up, then he carried me back to the angel in our bed.

  CHAPTER 14

  There was a tap, tap, tap going on in my head and it was very fucking annoying. I had been fast asleep dreaming of being on a hot sunny beach with my men when I realised it was someone knocking on the bedroom door. I heard the creak of it as it opened spying Adam’s familiar gargantuan bulk as he crossed the floor to our bed. He blushed ferociously at the sight of the three of us tangled together and I’m pretty sure there were naked body parts on show. I giggled; he was such an anomaly looking just like a power top when nothing could be further from the truth. He was as submissive as they come which suited Izzy perfectly. However, no one stupidly underestimated Adam’s ability to look after himself or his friends. Last night for example when he’d literally swooped in to save the day.

  “Where d’you get the gun?” I was dying to know.

  “Twins obviously. It wasn’t loaded.” Adam chewed on his lower lip. “Did I do ok?”

  “Oh my God you were motherfucking epic! Like Rambo on steroids but sexier and taller. With better hair. And teeth.”

  Adam chuckled. “I’m pretty sure Rambo had teeth.”

  I untangled myself amidst grunts and groans but managed to escape the puppy pile without disturbing my two bed mates. I strutted to the bathroom knowing my friend would follow. “Dare I ask about Henri?” I filled the sink with water and searched for a washcloth and some soap. Both easily found I set about freshening up.

  “You have umm, a bit of umm….” Adam was so cute it was unbearable. I handed him the flannel and he dabbed at a spot on my neck. His cheeks were flaming under his beard.

  “Thank you.” I took back the cloth and washed all my smelly bits while Adam briefed me on last night’s activities.

  “In the event, your Dad took the young boys down to the kitchen and fed them. He speaks quite good French like you, and soon enough you could hear giggles and squeals of laughter echoing up the stairs. It was magical to hear. Once the drugs wore off, your Dad was able to get quite a bit of information out of the boys. Subsequently, he telephoned his cousin who I gather is Remi’s step-Dad,” I arched an eye-brow on Adam’s emphasis of the word ‘step’ not that I needed his approval for anything but I was glad he knew Remi and I were not related by blood. “And he’s due to arrive this morning. The boys were adamant they didn’t want to return to their homes, and the underage ones,” Adam frowned and his eyes filled, “they are petrified to go into the system.”

  “What’s going to happen to them? We have Cinq with us and we’re keeping him.”

  Adam nodded. He knew of old it was futile to argue with me once I’d gotten an idea into my head. “I hear you.” Adam crossed his massive arms and leaned against the wall. “Every single one of those lads was rejected by their families for being gay. Izzy and I are going to try and persuade your Marc Ferrand to help us establish a French branch of the LGBTQ+ centre we run at home, but also make it residential.”

  I gasped. “So basically, you and Izzy are going to pay to house and feed thirteen boys you just met yesterday?” Adam nodded chewing on his lip again. “That’s too much. Remi won’t allow it; or rather he won’t let you do it on your own.”

  “What won’t I allow?” Remi appeared in the doorway scowling at my nakedness. He looked pointedly at Adam who merely shrugged.

  “He’s seen it all before. Stop growling. This arse is yours and you know it.” I wiggled my bum at Remi and he slapped it hard. “Yeow!” I jumped.

  “Answer me.”

  I reiterated to Remi the long and short of Adam and Izzy’s plan and he absolutely wanted in. “Except for Cinq obviously.”

  “Moi?” A sleepy, dishevelled boy shuffled into the bathroom. I opened my arms and he snuggled into them. It was scary how quickly I’d become attached to him. Remi proceeded to freshen up while Adam continued relaying the events of the previous evening.

  “The Twins roughed him up a bit, more to scare than harm, then Izzy decided to lecture Henri on how payback was a bitch. He was waving a sound at the time and Henri actually began to cry.” I was pleased Cinq didn’t understand English; he didn’t need to hear this. “Anyway, Izzy popped in the sound and attached the chains to it and clamped Henri’s nipples. That was just about as much as the man could take. He pissed himself which must have burned like hell with the rod in. Once Izzy had secured him in the swing he added a dildo he found for good measure then set about questioning Henri. It didn’t take long to extract the information Izzy needed. He left Henri hanging while he made a few calls; took a few pictures; hopped onto all the social media sites. Sound familiar Jason?”

  I nodded. After Adam had been kidnapped and the Twins had tracked down the perpetrator (who has since only been called Pencil Dick for a whole host of reasons), Izzy lost his mind and exacted his revenge by making the man an international laughing stock. He made a recording of the lewd and crude things he did to him and then Izzy posted them on all the social media platforms. For an up and coming DJ, Pencil Dick was ruined forever. Actually, he was imprisoned too, but Izzy took comfort in the knowledge the man’s reputation was fucked for life. I’m guessing he did the same thing to Henri De La Roche.

  “Anyway, Marc is very keen to have a word with Henri too, so we left him trussed up in the swing.”

  “He’s still there?” I gasped.

  “Uh huh.” Adam confirmed. I caught Remi’s eye in the mirror afraid I might see concern there but his lips were pursed and his jaw was ticking and I knew he was mad.

  “Should have fucking sliced and diced that bastard.” He spat through gritted teeth. “Look what he did to these beautiful kids.” He gripped the sides of the sink trying to control his fury. Cinq wriggled free from my arms and wrapped himself around Remi’s back. He spoke to him quietly in French and gradually I saw Remi relax. Adam frowned so I translated.

  “Cinq told Remi not to waste his energy on being angry at Henri. For all his faults, he did still take these kids off the streets. They would probably have ended up pimping themselves out for money anyway – some already were. Cinq said the drugs actually helped as it kept them stress free. And at the end of the day they had a roof over their heads.” I shook my own head, it was still terribly wrong.

  “Maybe. But he treated them like sex slaves; doping them to keep them docile and willing and they clearly didn’t get fed enough.” Adam’s eyes welled up.

  Cinq looked to me to explain. He listened carefully and agreed with what Adam said yet persisted that they were still better off.

  “He’s fucking brain washed them, just like he did to me.” Remi declared.

  Adam laid a hand on Remi’s shoulder and looked at his reflection. “I assure you, Henri will pay. I think your father has plans beyond Izzy’s brand of punishment.” Remi grunted in acquiescence. “Izzy has requested we meet in the dining room for breakfast in twenty minutes to discuss our next points of action.”

  I rolled my eyes. “As long as he doesn’t expect me to take bloody minutes!” It broke the tension and we all laughed.

  Adam left with a warning to put some clothes on. Cinq said he didn’t have any which threatened to set Remi off again but I told Cinq to go and raid Henri’s wardrobe and get all the other boys dressed. He happily trotted off to do as he was told. Remi and I both cocked our heads at his peachy arse as he left. “God that boy is gorgeous. I can’t wait to see him healthy.”

  Remi agreed with me. “I have two gorgeous men in my
life.”

  “As do I.”

  We kissed and petted for a few moments. I might have cried a little bit and Remi cooed and hugged and stroked me calm. It was intimate and reassuring and if Remi hung on to me a bit too long, I didn’t mind at all.

  The dining room was mobbed. Some of the boys dragged in chairs from elsewhere but Izzy insisted we all keep together to try and create something of a cosy family unit. It was to reassure the boys more than anything. Once everyone had food and was settled around the enormous table, Izzy asked me to translate, and he began with a few questions. He made each boy say how old they were and we were not surprised to hear they ranged from thirteen to nineteen. Remi and I both let out a breath after Cinq confirmed he was eighteen. Izzy barely held it together when some of the tiny ones spoke up. Adam was brilliant. He sat on the floor and beckoned the three youngest to him and they crawled all over him like babies. It broke my heart to know these kids had been devoid of love and affection for so long.

  We coaxed out their names promising no harm would come to them and tried to persuade them to tell us a little bit about themselves when Remi’s father arrived. He immediately went to Remi and engulfed him in an enormous hug.

  “Marc!” My father, the Earl of Greenall, hurried over to his cousin and they hugged and kissed. Marc never let go of Remi’s hand the entire time which spoke of the deep affection the two men shared. Remi may not have been Marc’s biological son but the love between them was plain to see.

  “Papa, you did not need to come.” Remi’s voice shook.

  “Remi, I stood by the first time this man wrecked you when I should have made sure he paid for hurting you. I refuse to let him go unpunished once again.” Marc looked to Ben who nodded.

  “Let’s leave Remi, Jason and Adam to look after the boys.” My father gestured to Izzy and the Twins to follow him and Marc out of the kitchen.

  Remi let the boys chatter among themselves. We encouraged them to eat and play and gave them note paper to make lists of what they’d need. It was largely a diversion tactic until we actually figured out what we were going to do with them. If I had my way I’d take them back to England with me and have Mummy look after them, but I doubted they even had passports.