My Father's Lover

by D. J. Manly

  Michael closed his eyes tight. “Stop fucking talking, and let’s get down to business, okay?”

  “Patience,” Doug said, throwing the toys on the bed, then, tossing the lube to Evan. “Get him ready. I’ll help you. Bring him over here and spread him out. He can watch himself eat my cock in the mirror. You love my cock, don’t you, Michael?” Doug cooed as Evan pulled him over to the bed.

  “How do you want him?” Evan asked.

  Michael sat up on his knees, eyeing the mirror above him.

  Doug was feeling under the bed. “Just as I thought,” he said with a smirk. “Rings attached to the frame so that we can use the cuffs.”

  Michael squeezed his cock.

  “Get on your knees and spread ’em,” Doug said. He threw the cuffs at Evan. There was a long chain in between and on each side.

  Michael knelt, positioning himself on his palms. He felt Evan pull one leg to the edge of the bed then wrap the cuff around his ankle. He almost came when he heard it click shut. The other leg was pulled over to the side and secured.

  Evan got in behind him, while Doug crawled onto the bed in front. “You’re going to eat my cock, baby, and Evan is going to grease you deep with his fingers.”

  Michael moaned, glancing up at himself in the mirror. Sexy, God, he looked hot. Doug told him to sit up on his knees, then, he began to play with his cock. He looked up in the mirror, compelling Michael to watch, as well. Then, he picked up a cock ring from off the bed. He took Michael’s cock in hand and played with it for a minute, ensuring that it was good and erect before he wrapped the strap securely around the base and tightened it. Michael grunted.

  “I even found a collar with a chain,” he said, slapping Michael’s cock a few times with one hand as he slid the collar around his neck, leaving the chain in the back.

  “I’m spreading his ass now,” Evan said, flirting with Michael’s puckered entrance. “You are so tight.”

  Michael licked his lips; the pressure around his cock was painfully exquisite. Doug yanked back on the collar. “Say you’re a slut.”

  “I’m a slut,” Michael grunted as Evan’s slippery finger began to make its way inside of him.

  Doug pinched both his nipples, then, he picked up something shiny off the bed. “Nipple clamps, expensive ones, too, with little shiny stones on the end.” Before Michael could comment, Doug pinched one nipple, and clamped it tight. It pinched like hell and shot a sensation directly to his bound cock. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.

  “Yeah, baby,” Evan murmured from behind. “You’re going to get fucked, all right.”

  Doug leaned forward and licked at the other nipple while he fingered the little chain on the clamp. “Nice tits, nice cock. Great ass. What a slut,” he muttered, as he carelessly clamped the other nipple.

  Again, Michael hissed, feeling a second finger invade his ass at the same time. The first set of muscles around his anal ring tightened, then relaxed. He knew Evan was going deeper. He knew that he’d be stretched even further. Doug reached around his head and yanked on his chain, then, he stood up on the bed, dangling his cock over Michael’s open mouth. “You love this, don’t you? You love being used. You’re so beautiful, Michael, and you want to be my play toy.”

  Michael cried out as Evan pushed two fingers up inside all the way, and began fucking his ass with them, in and out. At the same time, Evan forced his jaws open, pulling on the chain more, and began to stuff Michael’s mouth with his cock.

  Michael’s eyes were open. He could see himself eating Doug’s huge cock and moving his hips in rhythm to Evan’s finger fucking. This was heaven, and it was only the beginning.

  * * * * *

  Lou folded his hands together, and glanced down into his drink. For awhile, he didn’t say anything, just pursed his lips as if deep in thought.

  Anthony got up, scraping the chair across the floor. The guys were all on stage now doing the halftime finale. A chorus of Let Me Entertain You filled the room. He turned a minute and watched them. He had to smile. The guys were really camping it up, and the crowd was loving it.

  He turned back to Lou and leaned down across the table. “So, are you going to tell me or not?”

  “It’s against my better judgment. These are some tough characters.”

  “You don’t think I can handle myself?”

  “I know you can handle yourself but…”

  “But what?”

  “You have to guarantee me that if I tell you, you won’t…”

  “No guarantees, Lou.” Anthony shook his head. “This is too important. You give me the information and then you bow out.”

  Lou stood up abruptly. “Not yet. You’re not ready.”

  * * * * *

  Evan kissed him. It was a sloppy kind of kiss, maybe even unintended, but his eyes closed, and the face he saw in front of his eyes was Anthony. He was immediately in a foul mood. He flopped down on the bed on his stomach and rested his head on the mattress. He let his fingers fondle the cock ring that Evan had removed some time ago, then he closed his eyes again. He could hear Doug snoring softly down at the end of the bed. Evan had left the room. He could hear the toilet flush somewhere.

  He had been enjoying himself. He’d had two major orgasms which practically dislocated his jaw, and then Evan had kissed him, and Anthony’s face appeared in his head…just like that. If he had had more energy, he would have been royally pissed off, but he was too exhausted. He sensed that Evan had crawled back on the bed beside him. He felt his arm crawl across his waist, and then he slipped into a peaceful darkness.

  * * * * *

  They were a little short-staffed tonight. Anthony took Jason off bar and put him back on tables, letting Eddie do the bar by himself. Annie was out sick, and Toby had to leave early. Anthony was feeling the pressure, especially since Michael was off too. At least with Michael here, he would have been free to actually roll up his sleeves and help Eddie on bar.

  When closing time drew near, and the place started to empty, everyone began to breathe a little easier. Anthony actually went into the office and closed the door. He sat down at the desk and put his hands in his hair. Lou wouldn’t tell him where this place was. He supposed that he could find out if he poked around. He couldn’t go off half cocked. What would he do if he actually came face to face with this guy? Kill him? Beat him with a bat the way he’d beaten Michael? He swallowed. Scare him. He could scare him, then, haul his ass to the police. But would he? What in hell would he do once he was face to face with him? He had no idea. Maybe Lou was right. He wasn’t ready yet.

  When the door opened, Anthony wasn’t surprised to see Jason standing there, wiping his hands on a towel. Anthony put up his hand. “I don’t want to…”

  “Do you know who they were? The ones who…?” He took a few steps inside the office.

  “I know what I need to.”

  “I want to go with you.”

  “No.”

  “Is Michael going with you?”

  “No. Why in the hell would you think that?”

  “You kissed him.”

  “No, I didn’t fucking kiss him. He kissed…”

  “He kissed you.”

  “It wasn’t what you think, and besides, Jason, there is nothing between us, or between Michael and me, so…” He stood up.

  “Why don’t you give me a chance?” Jason asked softly, his eyes pleading. “One night.”

  Anthony shook his head. “You’ll get hurt.”

  “No, I won’t. I’m a big boy, Anthony.”

  “I’m not ready.”

  “Because you’re still in love with Michael.”

  “I’m not in love with…which Michael do you mean?” There was anger in his voice.

  “You know which one I meant. We all loved him, but you were in love with him.”

  “What in hell are you talking about?”

  Jason gave him a compassionate look. “It’s all right, Anthony. There was nothing wrong with it. You loved him even though you knew h
is heart would never…”

  “Enough.”

  “Don’t forget, I was part of the family too. I saw things. I heard things.”

  Anthony felt as if his heart was being ripped from his chest. God, was it that transparent? It was only a boyish crush in the beginning. And nothing, nothing ever happened between them until after Daniel was dead. And after that one night, Anthony knew that it would never happen again. Michael avoided every possible situation where he could find himself alone with him, and he actually locked his bedroom door at night, although Anthony would have never gone in there uninvited. That one night ignited a passion between them, but something else had died…something that never revived. Michael was trying to say something as he lay dying on that pavement out back, but he never got the chance. He’d never know now.

  “He tried to tell me something,” Anthony whispered almost to himself suddenly. “The night he died, he touched my cheek and he said…” Jason was there at his shoulder.

  He took his hand. “Anthony, I love you. Stop torturing me. I can make you…”

  Anthony turned his gaze to him. For a moment, he wanted to fall into those eyes. He wanted to feel safe, to feel loved, but he cared too much about Jason to use him. He stepped away. “Better get back to work. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  * * * * *

  Anthony kept himself busy until the end, needlessly moving chairs and re-wiping tables. Jason helped Eddie clean up the bar; then headed out without so much as a word to anyone. As Anthony walked outside with Juan and Hollio, they asked him about Jason.

  “I don’t know.” Anthony lied. “He’s going through something.”

  Juan placed a hand on Anthony’s forearm. “Honey, we both know what that is. Talked to Sandy lately?”

  “Yeah, he’s busy, but he’ll probably try to stop in L.A. soon.”

  “Maybe he can talk some sense into that head of yours.” Hollio snorted.

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, don’t you go getting yourself in trouble with that Lou character. You just let the heat handle all that stuff.”

  Juan reinforced that by saying, “I’m not ready for your funeral yet. I haven’t recovered from Michael’s or Danny’s.”

  Anthony told them not to worry, watching as they both got into their cars, then waving to Marie and Annie as they hailed down a taxi at the curb.

  When he was alone, he realised that he still didn’t have his car, and Jason had taken off without him. “Shit,” he said. He pulled out his cell phone, and called a cab.

  It was almost five in the morning when he finally arrived home. He went back in the club and did some work on the books because it seemed to take forever for the cab to get there. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally. When he finally got in the door, he was relieved to see that his car was back in the garage in one piece. He climbed the stairs sluggishly, loosening his necktie, and shrugging out of his suit jacket.

  He wouldn’t have noticed the door of that room being open if he hadn’t practically slammed head on into it, in the murky corridor. He had closed it after Michael died, and he normally left it that way. He was just about to close it again when he heard what sounded like snoring. Cautiously he walked in. The sun was just beginning to rise and its rays illuminated the room enough for him to be able to pick out three bodies sprawled across Michael and Daniel’s enormous bed.

  Rage. That was the first emotion which filled him. He marched into the room and flicked on the wall switch. It flooded the room with bright light from the overhead chandelier.

  One of the naked men stirred, raised his head and gawked at him, then, a smile spread over his face. “Jesus Christ. You’re a walking hunk.”

  Anthony exploded. “Get up! Get up and get out,” he said, reaching over to shake the other stranger at the bottom of the bed. He repeated those words several times until the two sleepy men managed to pull themselves out of bed. Michael opened his eyes and blinked as they disappeared out into the hall. “That goes for you too.” Anthony glared at him.

  Michael looked down at the cuffs that encircled his ankles. He pulled at them for emphasis and said, “I think you’re going to have to help me with that if you want…”

  Anthony’s gaze ran over Michael’s body. He was lying on his stomach, completely naked. The swell of his perfect ass finally began to penetrate his anger. He found himself, strangely enough, aroused.

  “So, are you going to stand there gawking at my ass, or are you going to undo these things?”

  Those words seemed to shake him out of his trance. “What in fuck are doing in here with those…?”

  “My friends? You said we could use any room.”

  “I didn’t mean this room.”

  “Why not?”

  “This is Michael and Daniel’s bed.”

  “It WAS their bed. Now, it’s a goddamned shrine.”

  “You don’t have any respect.”

  “You and my father were probably the last to fuck in this bed. Is that what’s bugging you, Anthony?”

  Anthony met his gaze. He pursed his lips. “You left me without my car. I had to take a cab home.”

  “I’ll pay for the cab. Don’t change the subject.”

  “You said you’d have my car home by…”

  “What happened to lover boy?” Michael jeered. “Jason is ready and willing to pick you up anytime, so I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

  “He left with someone.”

  “It’s just a replacement for what he really wants. You know, I was dreaming about you last night.”

  “What?” He almost choked.

  “That kiss in the car.”

  “What kiss?”

  “The one I gave you. Forgotten already?”

  “It was hardly a kiss.”

  “Come over here then. I’ll give you a real kiss, one you won’t find it so easy to forget.”

  “Don’t be…” He could scarcely breathe.

  “Don’t be what, Anthony?”

  Their gazes met again.

  “I’m chained to the bed. You could do just about anything you wanted, unless you’re afraid?”

  “Afraid of what?” His heart was thudding in his chest, and he could feel his balls tighten.

  “Afraid you might actually enjoy it, enjoy…me.”

  “You don’t want me. You just want to have me at your mercy, humble me somehow.”

  “Is that it?” He gave him a sly smile. “Maybe, or maybe I just want you at this moment. Maybe I won’t want you tomorrow, but right now…I may not like you much, but there’s no denying how fucking beautiful you are. And you want me too. I can feel it. So come on, Anthony, satisfy my curiosity.”

  Anthony ran his gaze over him. He was fine-boned, sculptured and toned, with taut nipples and a cock which was now beginning to stiffen, looking needy as hell. Those eyes. They were Michael’s eyes, and they were getting to him. He unconsciously licked his lips as Michael ran his hands seductively down and over his chest to his sex. He was lifting it, stroking it, practically giving Anthony a heart attack. He moaned inwardly. “What about your friends?”

  “They’re probably off sleeping in my room. You can lock the door if you like. That might be a good idea because I’m sure Evan and Dougie would love a piece of you. Come on Anthony, take off those clothes. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you naked.”

  Anthony blinked. He hesitantly reached up and yanked on his loosened tie. He pulled it over his head, his gaze never leaving Michael’s fingers which were still stroking that cock. He wasn’t sure what in hell he was doing. All coherent thought was beginning to shut down.

  Michael could hardly believe what he was saying, let alone feeling. He had no idea when it was he had started to feel this way. All he knew was that when Evan kissed him earlier, it was Anthony he saw in his head. It was probably no more than just unsatisfied curiosity, but whatever it was, he was aching to touch him right now. The fact that he couldn’t leave the bed to hasten him in his undress
ing was frustrating to say the least. The tie, jacket, and shirt were gone, and Anthony was starting to undo his pants when Michael got onto his knees and said gruffly, “Christ. Come here.”

  Anthony looked up, but took a few steps forward, just enough to allow Michael to reach the zipper on his pants. He looked sexy as hell in a suit and tie, good enough to eat actually, and Michael certainly had ample opportunity to watch the way his body moved under those expensive, tailored suits he wore to the club. But right now, he wanted him naked.

  Michael moved Anthony’s zipper down slowly. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, prolong the moment when he would scoop his fingers inside and lift out his cock. He ran his fingers over it now through the outline of his white briefs. He felt the dampness, examined the place where the pre-cum had stained his underwear while Anthony watched him with his dark eyes. He was big, bigger than he’d imagined, and as he pushed the pants down and then the underwear, he feasted his eyes on his erection for a second before moving his arms around his hips, grabbing his buttocks, and dragging him forward.

  “I want to taste it,” he whispered, pressing his cheek against Anthony’s groin. It enticed a low moan from Anthony’s lips. “I intend on taking my time,” Michael said, laving the tip of his tongue over the helmet-shaped head, and massaging his butt checks. “You have a great ass,” he told him, running the full length of his tongue up the thick shaft.

  Anthony made a faint sound in his throat, his hands landing in Michael’s hair.

  Michael’s tongue slid up the shaft again, then, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip. He teased Anthony for a few seconds, moving his tongue frantically around it, then, felt his insistent cock press deeper into his mouth. Michael looked up at him, his eyes challenging him. He would give him everything, but only if he took it. God, how he loved it when men took what they wanted. That’s what turned him on.

  He had no need to worry. Anthony seemed to understand his silent message and would not disappoint. He was a definitely a passionate man. He moved around to the side of the bed, pulling Michael with him. Roughly, he yanked him down on his back as the chains from the loose fitting ankle cuffs clanged. He got on his knees on the bed, and pushed his cock deeper into Michael’s throat.