by Viva Gold
“Slow down Jason, baby, hold on.” Remi pulled my at arms so my hands fell to his pecs. He rested his hands on my hips and bounced me up and down on his cock until I saw stars. My cock was dripping constantly and we were both a sticky sweaty mess.
“Oh shit.” Remi arched his back and went rigid. I felt his cock pulse in my channel just before he shot his hot load into me. The familiar tingle in my spine and the tightening of my balls was the only warning I got before my own orgasm struck with such ferocity I lost total control. I ejaculated what felt like gallons of come all over Remi’s stomach and chest. The sensation of coming from being fucked rather than jacked was incredibly intense. It was like I was being milked from the inside so much so that it threatened to overwhelm me. The power of my climax made me heady and I wobbled on Remi’s lap falling forward chest to chest.
“Dear fucking God. I have never been fucked like that in my life.” I sighed into his neck. He was hot and sweaty which should have been gross but I found myself tasting him with little licks and sucks to his throat.
“Should we talk about the Twins now then?”
I shot upright. “Jesus, you have fucking awful timing.”
“I don’t think so.” Remi squeezed my balls and I winced. “Tell me.” I tried to wriggle off his body but Remi held me in place. “I want my cock in you while you tell me about the two men downstairs. In case you get distracted and forget you’re mine now.”
I rolled my eyes at the man beneath me. “You are too bloody dramatic sometimes.” I teased him but he squeezed my balls again for good measure. There was no forgetting who I was with that was for sure. And so I told Remi all about G & T. I left out some personal things that weren’t for me to tell and Remi understood, but he did push for details on our love making. I was amused and curious as to why Remi took such an interest in the details and therefore described some of our more colourful antics including a handful of the times we’d spent playing with Izzy and Adam. I felt Remi’s cock swell inside of me. The more I spoke about the five of us in a scene directed by Izzy, the more aroused Remi became. I raised an eyebrow at him and he scowled. I cocked my head at him. “Hmm, is it Izzy that turns you on? He’s a very stern Dom and extremely skilled.”
Remi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and my stomach flipped with excitement. Had I found a weak spot?
“When he gets dressed up in his leathers; my God you should see him. And the things he puts Adam through. Those two are so perfect for each other.”
“Tell me what he does to Adam?” Remi’s voice was thick with desire.
“Such a big Boy isn’t he? That’s the part that appeals to Master Izzy.” I swivelled my hips and Remi moaned the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. He was so turned on by my tales. “Izzy belongs to a very private and exclusive BDSM club.”
“Do you think we could go?” Remi sounded excited by the idea.
“I’m positive we can. Once when we were at Izzy’s cottage, Izzy demonstrated intricate rope work on Adam leaving him bound in a beautiful web of knots that tormented his erogenous zones with every slight movement. I remember the look of utter devotion on Adam’s face as his Master kept him open and exposed. Then Izzy flogged him until Adam seemed to zone out completely. At that stage we were asked to leave the room so that Izzy could make his Boy come and send him soaring. He told us that was between him and Adam and too intimate a moment to share with us.”
I was lost in the memory of that beautiful experience. G & T had been there and we had discussed the intense trust Adam had for Izzy. I caught the Twins looking at each other and I think it was at that moment that I realised that’s something they shared and that I would never be part of.
“Why do you look so sad, mon cher?” Remi pulled me into an embrace and kissed the top of my head. It was an affectionate gesture that comforted me. “What they couldn’t give you, I can. And I will.” Remi kissed me and my heart swelled in my chest.
“I love you Remi.”
“I love you Jason.”
There was a light rap at the door. “Monsieur Remi. Monsieur Jason.” Angel’s head poked around the door. He looked worried the poor mite.
“Vien ici Ange.” Remi called to him and our boy scurried over. Without being told he shrugged out of the too big clothes he was wearing of Henri’s and jumped on to the bed. He lifted Remi’s arm and snuggled under it lifting his own hand to me. I took hold of it and the three of us were joined.
“I heard you say you loved each other.” His voice was wobbly. “Do you think you will ever say those words to me?”
Remi squished us all in tight. “I don’t think it will be very long mon petit before we are telling you too.”
Angel’s face lit up with a beatific smile. Remi laughed and I yelped. He was still lodged firmly inside of me.
“Oh la la.” Angel giggled. “Can I play?”
Remi and I told him yes and the naughty little imp straddled Remi’s head facing toward me. In a deft move, he face planted my cock and stuck his bum in Remi’s face. Angel sucked me off while Remi rimmed him.
“Oh la fucking la indeed!” I exclaimed. “Let’s do this eh?”
I rode Remi while being blown by an Angel with exceptional fellatio skills. Remi grunted, licked and slurped as the boy rutted against his chest while simultaneously thrusting his hips to increase the friction between us.
As soon as I felt Remi climax inside of me, I came in Angel’s mouth. The two sensations were so overpowering I lost it totally. Angel sat up looking very pleased with himself. He licked his lips which were now plump and glistening. The boy was utterly wanton and I could tell Remi and I were in for a treat with this one. He may look innocent but his skills told a different story. I was both sad and grateful about that. I gingerly lifted off Remi and pulled the condom off of his wilting cock letting all his come spill on to his stomach.
Angel’s eyes grew wide and he swallowed. “May I?”
He scrambled off Remi’s body and slid to the side while we both watched in wonder as he lapped up the mess like the cat who got the cream. “Hmm. Merci Messieurs.” Angel wiped at the remaining semen with his palm using it to slick up his own little cock, and then he sat back on his heels and proceeded to have a wank, obviously getting off on being watched.
Remi’s chest was still heaving from his recent climax. My body felt like jelly having been wrung dry from two massive orgasms, yet the decadent sight of our little one pleasuring himself was so tantalising, my poor beleaguered cock twitched in interest. I knew there was no way I was coming a third time but I still appreciated the fucking sexy scene playing out before me.
Remi sat up and leaned forward to pinch Angel’s nipples. The sound that emitted from the boy’s throat was possibly the most sinful moan I’d ever heard. I gasped. Angel reached for my hand and positioned it between his cheeks wriggling over my fingers. I teased his crack and he moaned again. I removed my hand and covered two fingers with lube then proceeded to finger fuck Angel while Remi tormented his nipples as he continued to jerk himself off. He had impressive stamina. I twisted my hand so I could tease his prostate and that finally set him off. Angel threw his head back. Every muscle went rigid while his hand flew up and down his cock. One last jab at his gland and Angel came violently all over his hand and the sheets and just about everywhere. He slumped back against Remi who threw an arm around his chest and kissed his head. I carefully withdrew my hand from his body and shuffled up to face him. Remi pulled me in for a hug with Angel as the filling in our sandwich.
“You are a beautiful young man. Watching you come is exquisite. Thank you.” Remi whispered quietly into Angel’s hair.
Two big hazel eyes looked at me in disbelief. “It’s true baby. You are gorgeous. Remi and I are so lucky.”
I watched as the truth of our words sunk in and Angel promptly burst into tears shaking his head. “I don’t think you understand how much I am the lucky one. I can’t believe you guys want me.” Angel sniffed and hiccupped his way through the
sentence. “Been so long since I had a wank that good.”
Remi chuckled.
“We weren’t allowed to, you, know, before…”
Remi growled.
“Henri didn’t allow it, said our orgasms belonged only to him but not in a good way. Like if you wanted me to only come for you I totally would.”
Angel was all over the place. I sat back and pulled him on to my lap. “Angel baby, there are no rules anymore. Remi and I kind of do our own thing as the mood takes us. You’ll learn. There will be fun. There will be pleasure and pain. There will be times we fight. There will be times Remi punishes us and we’ll want to hate him. But unlike with Henri, there is no hidden agenda. We will live and love together, you’ll see. It’s not going to be easy, and Remi can be a little unpredictable, but life will be exciting and vibrant and full of passion. I am a very wealthy man, little one, you will want for nothing, even so, we will talk about studies and work; you will not be idle.”
Angel wiped his eyes. “It is more than I ever dreamed of.”
“Tell us,” Remi sounded serious, “do you have any contact with your family?” Angel shook his head. “Can you talk about it?” Remi’s voice was soft; his approach gently encouraging.
Angel cleared his throat. “There is not much to tell. At the age of twelve I knew for certain I was gay. I told my parents and they kicked me out. I have no siblings. I tried to go back when I was fifteen but they had moved away and left no forwarding address. So, it’s just me.” The boy shrugged but I could see he wasn’t as ok with it as he made out.
Remi gave Angel a reassuring squeeze. “There will be time enough to discuss this when we are settled at Greenall Manor. I have a feeling you will need closure on this subject and I don’t want to rush you.” Angel looked relieved.
“However, now we need to shower our stinky come stained bodies before joining the others.”
Ever the eloquent one, Remi pulled us off the bed and into the bathroom.
CHAPTER 16
Several hours later a mini-bus pulled up to the main entrance of the chateau to transport the boys to Paris. They were accompanied by the Twins whose services were procured by Marc Ferrand for the foreseeable future. They were going to stay at Marc’s apartment in the short-term while they looked for suitable premises for the centre. Remi and I said an emotional goodbye and promised to come and visit them once we had sorted Henri and the chateau. Marc had left my Dad with the number of his lawyer and Dad was in deep discussion on the phone to find out how we could go about having the deeds of the property transferred for sale. It became apparent that there was nothing within the boundaries of the law that we could do to force Henri to sell.
“Let’s have a poke around his office and see if we can find anything that we can use as leverage.” I suggested, so we all trailed off to Henri’s office. Adam and Angel volunteered to stay behind to tidy up from lunch and prepare refreshments.
“He has a safe.” Remi marched into Henri’s office and over to a small painting on the far wall. He carefully removed the frame from the wall to reveal a small safe.
“Do you know the combination?” Izzy asked Remi who shook his head. “Hmm, I could pop down to see Henri. I’m sure I could persuade him to give it to me.”
“Wait, let me try the obvious sequences first.” Remi put in Henri’s birthday. That didn’t release the lock. He tried the telephone number of the chateau but that was far too obvious. Next, he tried his own birthday but that wasn’t correct either.
“What about the day you and Henri met?” I offered. I was quite pleased that Remi had to think about that for a while until he came up with the right date. He entered the numbers.
“Fucking hell, that’s spot-on Jase.” Izzy clapped as the safe clicked open. Remi pulled out the contents. There were various papers and packets one of which was quite bulky. Remi emptied it on Henri’s desk and several passports fell out. I hurriedly checked them all.
“Oh my God, Remi look!” A very young Angel stared back at us. “Phillippe Roux.”
“I wonder how Henri got a hold of this. Angel said his parents moved and he had no clue where they were.” Remi looked puzzled.
“He fucking paid them off.” Izzy plopped into Henri’s big leather desk chair. “What an absolute bastard. Remi mate, you are better off out of it.”
Remi nodded looking grim. His colour was pasty at best.
My father approached him. “Remi son, none of this is your doing. You had to leave him when you did or you’d probably be dead by now the way he used to starve and beat you. You couldn’t possible have foreseen it would trigger this psychosis. The man is clearly mad.”
Remi’s head shot up. “That’s it!” We all looked at him for an explanation. “Henri has gone mad; he is no longer capable of making his own decisions. His mental state is too precarious. We need to find out who he has nominated as his power of attorney in the event of a stroke or an ‘accident ‘.”
Remi, Ben and I began to trawl through Henri’s paperwork. He had a small filing cabinet and we pulled all the files until we found what we were looking for.
“Oh my fucking God!” I grabbed a piece of paper and did a mad kind of jig on the spot. “It’s you Remi – look!”
Remi grabbed the document from me. “He never changed it after I left.” He sounded breathless. Izzy got up and offered him a seat and Remi fell into it gratefully. “I can’t believe it.”
“Looks like he’s left everything to you in his will too.” My father waved a paper at Remi. “Man’s worth quite a bit by all accounts.”
Remi huffed. “I don’t want his money. As soon as he dies I will donate it all to your foundation.” Remi looked pointedly at Izzy.
“Thank you, Remi, – let’s hope that’s sooner rather than later. Bastard…” We all fell silent at Izzy’s outburst. Everyone present was just as frustrated and angry. “So now all we need to do is have Henri declared mentally unfit.” Izzy stated. “And have him committed to a mental hospital.”
“Seems like an apt form of justice to me.” My Dad called Marc’s lawyer back with the information. After a lengthy conversation, Dad advised us that the health and social authority were sending some people over to assess Henri.
Izzy stood. “Better make him presentable then. I think we’d better dose him up on some of that stuff he used on the boys that made them docile.” He raised an eyebrow in mischief. I loved his devious side. “And whatever it was he gave Remi to keep him hard. That should be fun to watch. Adam and I will see to it.”
Remi and I sent Angel upstairs well out of the way of the authorities. We made him promise to stay out of sight as we didn’t want to risk anyone getting too curious about who he was and why he was there. We had cleaned away any evidence of sexual activity and the chateau looked presentable and lived in. Remi took the role as concerned boyfriend even though it killed us both, and played his part perfectly. He became emotional and overwrought when the social workers decided Henri should be sectioned for his own safety, but of course he didn’t object too profusely when the ambulance came to pick Henri up.
Finally, it was just us again. We sat around the kitchen table with glasses of De La Roche’s most expensive wine. Bottles littered the table among dirty plates. Angel and Adam had conjured up a hearty dinner and we were all stuffed and on the way to being very drunk. Angel was hyper making us all laugh with his non-stop antics until Izzy reached the end of his endurance.
“Remi, calm your Boy or I will.”
Adam rolled his eyes but remained silent. Remi’s shoulders tensed.
“Touch one hair on his head and I will have yours.” Remi warned.
Izzy turned slowly to face the man who dared to confront him. Adam’s lip disappeared between his teeth and my dick got hard. Angel, the naughty little imp, giggled and plonked himself in Remi’s lap. He asked Remi in French why the big, bad Dom was so growly and Remi replied it was because Izzy couldn’t get it up. I sprayed wine all over the table.
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��Oh hell, it’s a good job Izzy can’t speak French.” I muttered.
“Jase!” Adam hissed at me. “Do something.”
“Adam, sweetie, whatever for? This could be fun. Your alpha and my alpha butting heads; so sexy.” I was definitely drunk.
“No, Jason, not a good idea.” Adam was seriously worried. “All that business with Henri has Izzy on edge. He needs to expel some energy and Remi is a sitting target. You know how he gets. Remi thinks he can take Izzy but he can’t.” I raised an eyebrow at Adam and smirked. “Oh shit, like you don’t know that already.”
I was intrigued to see this scenario play out. I had no idea what Angel was whispering in Remi’s ear but I reckoned he was egging him on; stroking his ego. Remi pushed Angel off his lap towards me.
“Sit down and keep quiet little one. Time for the grown-ups to play.”
Remi was actually only three years older than Angel but it was hard to think of them as close in age. Remi was so mature and so confident he seemed much older than his years.
“I’m off to bed. I’ve had enough shenanigans for one day thank you.” My father bent down to kiss my cheek and ruffle Angel’s hair. “Don’t let them kill each other son.”
“Night Daddy.” I winked at Remi, he occasionally enjoyed me calling him Daddy and I knew hearing me use the endearment with my actual father would piss him off.
“Jase!” Adam tugged my arm. “Please tell me what’s going on?” Adam leaned in close and I pretty much assured him that Izzy had nothing to worry about. I remembered how aroused Remi had gotten over my tales of Izzy’s mad Dom skills and I suspected Remi was harbouring some fantasies about being dominated by Isadore Woolf.
“But Izzy’s been drinking, I don’t think he’ll consent to a scene under the influence; you know how keen he is on safety.”