by Viva Gold
Remi agreed with me and we made a plan to video call him once we’d left the bathroom. When we finally got hold of our young lover he was a picture of glee at having been reunited with his friends. He updated us on their progress and seemed relaxed and happy even though he was back in Paris which held bad memories for him. Once I was satisfied Angel was feeling ok I was a lot happier myself and I knew Remi had also been worried about him. Granted it was only his first day but we could be there in a few short hours if he needed us.
“Have fun baby!” I cried.
“Love you little one!” Remi added. The screen went blank and we both sighed. “I think we might just have a chance at a happy ever after you know.” Remi stated.
“I’m sure of it. We all deserve it and I for one am over the moon with how things have worked out.” I stood up from the bed and dropped my towel. “Oops” I exclaimed dramatically as I bent at the waist to retrieve it from the floor giving Remi more than an eyeful of my delicious butthole. “Yeowch” I screamed as said butt received a short, sharp smack. Remi snorted before kicking my feet out from under me sending me crashing to the carpet. Rug rash burned my arse and I was winded. Remi towered over me pressing his bare foot flat on to my stomach making me heave. The view was phenomenal. I could see his balls swaying above my head and his shaft slowly swelling upwards. His crack was dark and as he spread he squatted slightly I caught an enticing glimpse of pink pucker.
Remi slid his foot down to my junk and pressed hard making me squeal. How my cock filled I’ll never know considering the awkward position he had me in. But that was the story of our love making. Nasty, harsh, extreme; but bloody fantastic. I couldn’t wait for Angel to get home to complete our intimately deviant party of three and could only muse on what the future held for us.
Meanwhile, Remi leaned down and grabbed a chunk of my hair yanking my head off of the floor. The fire in his eyes told me this was going to be fast and furious.
Oh, bring it on, please.
CHAPTER 22
As we entered the next stages of our lives together we built a routine that suited the three of us. It mostly consisted of work, study, fucking, eating, more fucking, extreme fucking, lovemaking and sleep. Then we got up and did it all again. Angel was coming along in leaps and bounds under the watchful eye of my mother. He looked healthy and was so serenely beautiful he often made me catch my breath. His English was improving with tuition and general conversation and we were looking into getting him onto courses so that he could catch up with his general education. He was a bright kid and I knew he’d achieve a high level of success with his studies.
I returned to work with Izzy picking up where I had left off managing his diary and basically making sure his every whim was taken care of. Alongside that was the liaison with the Paris contingent establishing the Woolf-Cohen LGBTQ+ centre. I loved my job and was grateful Izzy allowed me to work from home on a Monday and Friday. I commuted most of the rest of the week although I sometimes had to stay in London when I had to accompany Izzy for client hospitality events. Remi always insisted I wear his cock cage on those occasions and I grew to love being confined by the chastity device as it felt like he was always with me. Adam continued to be my best friend and I adored the time I got to spend with him. We sometimes met for lunch and ended up gossiping for most of the afternoon. It drove Izzy mad but he could hardly berate the pair of us. I knew he secretly loved it when Adam disobeyed him because of the punishments he could dish out as retribution. It worked for Adam too who was entirely willing to submit to the will of his Dom.
Remi had begun his Masters Degree at Oxford yet he was hardly the typical uni student, preferring instead to come home to the manor immediately after lectures, rather than go drinking with his classmates. I was worried he wouldn’t make friends but of course he attracted people like a moth to a flame and his phone was constantly buzzing and bleeping such was his popularity. I tried to encourage him to socialise and he agreed to make arrangements once a week. More often than not he cried off early to come home to me and Angel where we would benefit from his colourful imagination enduring whatever he had fantasised about when he was away from us.
It was after one of these heavy sessions that Remi arranged to visit Izzy at his club. One day I turned up for work with a bright red ring around my throat sending Izzy into an apoplectic fit. He ranted for so long on how Remi need to be taught a lesson that I promised to discuss it with both Remi and Angel at the soonest opportunity.
“Doesn’t look like much.” Remi muttered as we pulled up at the address we had been given to meet Izzy and Adam. It was a non-descript Georgian house in Belgravia that belied the indecently kinky activity that took place within its walls.
“I think that’s the point love.” I quipped. Angel nudged me as a warning not to wind Remi up. He was strung tight as a bow as it was. “Come on let’s do this.” Izzy had told me that we should leave the car outside the front door and a valet would appear to park it for us. Sure enough a cute little thing sashayed up to Remi and held out his hand. Remi popped the keys onto the outstretched palm his gaze lingering a little too long on the gorgeous boy holding his attention.
I cleared my throat dramatically and used an especially bitchy tone with the twinky valet. “Don’t soil it sweetie. And I’ve clocked the mileage.”
He smiled coyly at Remi; side eyed me but acted mostly professional as he slid into the driver’s seat of my newly acquired 4 x 4. My Jaguar F Pace was a sexy alternative to the overly popular Range Rover, which I personally thought was a touch clichéd these days.
Angel tutted loudly and pulled me to the front door. Remi was two paces behind us. I pressed the discreet intercom.
“Lord Jason Greenall” I announced to the speaker. My full title usually got me in places.
The door clicked quietly open and Angel pushed it ajar for us to enter. The foyer was sparsely decorated in bland neutral colours that I suspected acted as a deterrent for those expecting a sex club to look like a den of iniquity from the start. The people who frequented this establishment were clearly not here for the interior design.
Our valet reappeared from behind us and winked as he disappeared into the bowels of the house. Angel blushed as his wide eyes dropped to the valet’s extremely tight black trousers that clung to his perfect bubble butt. I nudged him and he snapped back to attention. We waited anxiously in the small reception area until someone arrived to greet us. I had visited the club once before with Izzy but he had whisked me straight through to the room where he was performing a scene, and it had been night time and dark, so all of this was new to me too.
“Sorry to keep you waiting gentlemen.” A rather dapper looking man appeared before us. He was dressed as a traditional doorman with suit tails and everything. “May I enquire as to what brings you here today?”
Remi took a step forward but I laid my hand on his arm and took charge. Terribly English calls for terribly English after all. “We are here at the invitation of Master Isadore Woolf.” I made sure my upper class accent was super plummy. I wasn’t impressed at the hint of amusement on the doorman’s face.
“Ah, indeed. Lord Greenall, of course. Master Woolf warned us of your arrival.”
“Warned?” I arched an immaculately shaped eyebrow at him. It was awfully dramatic.
“Hmm, said you’d be the Lord actually ‘lording’ it up.”
I was incensed especially at the snort Remi emitted. Angel giggled then covered it up with a cough. I merely huffed loudly to demonstrate my ire.
“Let me welcome you to our establishment and introduce myself as Head Housekeeper; you may address me as George. Master Woolf is expecting you but before I take you to him, please may I have your mobile devices and any other form of electronic equipment you may have on you.”
I was expecting this and had told the others that the club did not permit the use of mobile phones or cameras. We gave George our iPhones and watched him lock them safely away. He thanked us and motioned for us to foll
ow him. We ascended the stairs where the house took on a more sensual feel. We found ourselves in a large lounge that was dimly lit. The furniture was modern yet comfortable looking. There were black leather sofas and grey leather armchairs with several plush velvet accents of cushions and throws in the same colourways. It was intensely masculine and very chic. The carpets were thick grey pile dotted with low mirrored glass coffee tables. Huge metallic bowls were filled with sachets of lube, condoms and packets of wet wipes. Several of the chairs had metal rings attached but otherwise it all looked very inviting. The temperature was warm and there was music playing quietly to add to the atmosphere.
Along one side of the room was a wet bar and George beckoned us over. “Please take a seat.” We planted our bums on a bar stool each. “Let me pour you a drink. I’m afraid we do not serve alcohol before a scene and afterwards only with the express permission of your Dom.” Once again Izzy had prepared us so we knew what to expect. We ordered sparkling water.
“Umm, where is everyone else?” I hadn’t noticed another person aside from us. George smiled at me like I’d asked a really great question and I felt a tiny bit smug.
“Master Woolf arranged for the club to be entirely at his exclusive disposal for this afternoon. A most considerate man if ever there was one.”
Izzy? Considerate? I admit I totally lost my manners and sprayed Angel with water from my mouth. I quickly mopped him up with a napkin. George frowned at me and I knew I’d lost my Brownie points.
“Jason! Remi! Angel! Welcome.” Izzy’s booming voice rang out from the other side of the room and we all snapped around to greet him.
“Holy fuck!” I groaned.
“Shit!” Remi cursed.
“Oh…” Was all Angel could manage.
Isadore Woolf stood before us in all his leathered up Dominant glory. My cock jerked and I squirmed in my seat. I noticed Remi swallow hard and Angel was as pink as I’d ever seen him.
“You like?” Izzy ran his hands up and down the front of his body. The three of us nodded our heads dumbly. I wasn’t sure where to look first. Izzy looked magnificent. His solid legs were covered in leather that appeared to have been painted on they were that tight. I could quite clearly see he’d been circumcised through the soft black hide that clung to his skin spectacularly. His yummy tummy was bare, covered solely with a light smattering of dark fur that trailed upwards to cover his chest. He was no bear but there was a generous amount of hair that I imagined would be soft to the touch and smell totally divine. A thick studded leather harness wound its way around his shoulders and across his tits forcing his dark nipples to stand erect. I wanted to suck on them in the worst way.
Remi cleared his throat and I realised I’d been leering a little too much. I straightened in my chair as I continued to admire my boss. Izzy had the sexiest pair of black boots on. The laces were left undone and the bottom of his trousers sort of hung half in and half out of them. It was a very macho look. I was pleased to see that he wasn’t wearing one of those silly leather caps and there was no collar around his throat. There were however, thick leather cuffs around each of his wrists that somehow served to enhance the muscles in his forearms and made the veins stick out.
“Tongue!” Remi snapped at me. I was drooling. I closed my mouth and took a deep breath. Izzy’s expression turned serious and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Angel shift in his seat. I hoped he was ok but didn’t want to embarrass him by asking.
“I’ll speak first. If you have any questions afterwards, raise your hand.” Izzy’s voice was low and growly. Adam called it his Dom voice. I acknowledged the tone and was surprised to find myself naturally yielding to it. “You have a safe word. It’s ‘red’. This is the only word I will stop for. You will obey my commands at all times. We have previously discussed limits and I will not exceed your hard ones. “
Izzy paused to make sure we were paying proper attention. Earlier in the week we had met him and Adam for dinner and discussed in fine detail what the scene would entail in terms of limits. Izzy warned us that his persona would not be one we were familiar with. While he was in the club he would be in Dom mode at all times.
Izzy stepped forward and laid his hand on Angel’s head. “Ok, little one?” My heart lurched at the concern in my friend’s voice. I knew that part of a Dom’s role was to take responsibility for the wellbeing of his subs which included emotional not purely physical. Angel nodded then slid to the floor kneeling in a perfect display of submission. His back was ramrod straight; he rested his hands palms up on his thighs and bowed his head. “What a good pup.” Remi had insisted Izzy never refer to Angel as Boy. It was a hard limit for him. Angel preened. “But…” Izzy rested his forefinger under Angel’s chin and lifted his head up, “I wish to see your eyes whenever possible. Do not bow your head and deny me the pleasure.” Angel nodded and adjusted his position. Izzy bent down and turned his hands over so that his palms now rested flat on his thighs. “That’s perfect Angel.” I noticed the colour rise in Angel’s cheeks. Izzy was openly admiring him. “You’re so beautiful. You must make your boyfriends very proud.” Izzy bent and brushed his lips across Angel’s forehead affectionately. I loved my boss so much.
“Jason! Knees!” Or maybe not that much as my knees creaked as I hit the carpet. Izzy helped me to obtain the same position as Angel by manipulating my posture to his liking. It was difficult to maintain the pose and I was surprised that Angel made it look so easy. “Both of you stay just there for the moment. Do not move or speak until I return.” Izzy turned his head to Remi. “You lad, come with me.”
Remi grunted as he hopped off the stool and stood before Izzy. He didn’t look comfortable at taking orders but he did as he was told because we agreed we should at least give Izzy and this process a chance. Remi had conceded that due to his control wavering dangerously on several occasions during sex, Izzy might be able to help him understand that there was a way he could play to extreme while ensuring that I was safe. Angel did not participate when Remi became too abusive as it triggered too many bad memories for him, subsequently, we were trying to find a balance where Angel would feel comfortable but both Remi and I achieved the level of kink we invariably craved. It was a tricky challenge that I hoped with all my heart Izzy could help us find a satisfactory resolution to.
“Strip!” Izzy stood with his feet apart and his arms crossed over his chest. He looked Remi directly in the eye showing no signs of weakness. Remi was much bigger than Izzy and although nowhere near as huge as Adam, I knew the fact that Izzy could make someone larger than him submit was a major turn on for him. It screamed to his kink and he was practically vibrating from the power trip. Remi removed his clothes in no particular hurry. Once naked he stood tall and proud before Izzy. Angel and I could only see the glorious back of him. His gorgeous arse was clenched and the muscles in the back of his thighs were taut. His shoulders looked tight. His fists were bunched at his sides and he held his head up. The tension rolled off of him in waves.
Izzy circled Remi, pointedly looking him up and down. From his back pocket, he retrieved what I knew to be a riding crop. He held it by the handle and dragged the crop head up and down Remi’s flanks. I could only guess at the expression on Remi’s face especially as Izzy looked vaguely smug.
Thwack! The crop landed hard on the fleshy side of Remi’s left buttock. He barely flinched to give him credit. Izzy repeated the action on the other side.
“Hmm.” Izzy murmured to no one in particular. His face was a mask of concentration as he continued to trace the hard leather crop head over Remi’s skin. He patted it over his pecs then trailed it downwards. Remi’s arse cheeks clenched and he rose slightly on his feet as the crop disappeared between his thighs. “Spread your legs.” Izzy barked. Remi’s feet shifted further apart. He hissed as the crop lifted his balls. I could see right through the gap in his legs. “Turn around.” Izzy issued his demand with no room for argument. Remi turned to face me and Angel. “Stay where you are but place one
hand on Angel’s shoulder and one on Jason’s.” This left Remi bent almost in half. My cock stiffened; things were beginning to get interesting despite not even having left the bar yet. Remi raised an eyebrow at me but before I could respond the loud smack of leather against flesh echoed around the room.
“Mother fuck!” growled Remi.
“Did I say you could communicate with either of your lovers?” Izzy sounded mad and I shuddered.
“No.” Another thwack and Remi hissed.
“I beg your pardon Pup?”
“No sir.” Remi managed through gritted teeth. I could see the smirk clear as day on Izzy’s face. He was having fun.
“That’s correct. Or you can call me master if you like.” Oh, that was too much judging by the snarl curling Remi’s lips. Izzy ran the flat of his hand over the marks he’d made on Remi’s flesh. “You look good wearing my marks, Pup.” Remi squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his lips together struggling to take what Izzy was dishing out. I reckoned if he could get over this first hurdle the rest would come easier. Whatever the rest may be.
“Now, Remi. I want you to count out loud for every one of my gifts. Is that clear?”
“Yes. Sir.”
I saw Izzy raise the crop high but I wasn’t expecting it to land across the back of Remi’s thigh. Judging by the way Remi screamed “ONE!!!!” neither was he.
“Good. Another…” Izzy matched the last strike with another one to the other thigh. This went on to the count of twenty when Izzy finally stopped. Remi was visibly shaking but to give him credit he never once sounded like he was ready to safe word. Izzy ran his hands up and down Remi’s back, shoulders, arse and thighs. “Looks stunning. Very nicely endured. Well done. Now stand up straight and turn around to face me please.” Remi did as he was told and both Angel and I gasped. His flawless olive skin was now decorated with angry looking red marks. None of the skin had been broken but it looked awfully sore. Izzy walked over to the bar and returned with a bottle of cold water. He made Remi drink it all. “Follow me. Pups give us ten minutes then I’ll return for you. You may relax but I expect you to be naked by the time I get back. You are not allowed to touch one another is that understood?”