Yeah, this was the distraction he needed this weekend. Guilt-free sex and sadism, with a side order of anticipation over next weekend’s “first meeting.”
But if it did work out between them, he would reveal to the guy he’d been the Dom.
If it didn’t work out…no harm, no foul.
Once Boyd was naked, he had boy run his hands all over him, front and back, exploring, kissing, ending with him using his mouth on Boyd’s cock just to go down on him once and pull off immediately, followed by a kiss on the tip.
Fuuuuuck.
The kid had a damned eager mouth.
He pulled boy to his feet. “Now Kent.” He waved Kent in and enjoyed watching boy’s shock as he discovered exactly how big Kent’s cock was.
With Boyd now barefoot and naked, boy would have to pay especially close attention to where Boyd was. He walked behind boy and squatted behind him without touching him to whisper in his ear, enjoying his startled response when he spoke in boy’s left ear while boy had both hands around Kent’s cock and was licking the head.
“Just be glad I’m being selfish this weekend and that monster isn’t going up your ass, boy. Maybe some other time, but definitely not while I’m here this weekend.” Boy softly moaned, and Boyd reached down to cup his ass and squeeze hard. “You’re going to have a bellyful of cum by the time I take you to the back bedroom, but the only cum going inside this ass tonight is mine.”
“Yes, Sir,” boy half-moaned against Kent’s monster.
Boyd held boy’s head in his hands, making him stay in place and explore Kent’s cock. “I control when and what you eat and drink this weekend. You are to ask me for water any time you need it, and if you have to use the bathroom, you’re to tell me immediately.”
That would be another way to make him feel helpless and dependent. Not to mention Boyd found feeding someone by hand incredibly erotic. Especially if they were bound and immobile.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Time for you to get to know the others.”
Chapter Eight
Once Boyd had boy repeat the same procedure with the others, he moved the party into the living room, to the giant sectional sofa in there. Which, of course, Kent had already covered with sheets.
Boyd knew if he didn’t nut, and soon, he wasn’t going to be able to think straight. He also wanted plenty of time to recover so he could last a while when fucking the guy for the first time. He and Kent sat on the sofa, and Boyd started out with boy on his knees in front of him, sucking his cock while Boyd held his head and gauged how deep he could take him.
Pretty damn deep, actually. Almost all the way to the root. He wasn’t going to work on boy’s deep-throating skills just then, however.
Boyd had also dropped the silence requirement, and all the guys talked to boy, narrating, all the dirty, sexy stuff Boyd knew would help reinforce the subspace he was pretty sure boy had already achieved. One, Two, and Three knelt around boy as he worked on Boyd’s cock, kissing and stroking his body, teasing his nipples, nipping, quick sucks and strokes on his cock to tease and not get him off.
Yeah, Boyd couldn’t hold back. Boy’s eager mouth was too damn good. And as Boyd talked boy through it, how he liked his cock sucked, how and where he liked boy’s tongue to work, he felt his climax quickly build, until he couldn’t hold back.
“First load to swallow, boy. Keep track of all of them, from all of us, because there will be a quiz later.” He forced boy’s head down on his cock as far as Boyd thought he could take without gagging as his cum erupted, waiting until he knew the guy would need a breath to ease him back to the head.
“Very good, boy.” He stroked his hair, scratching him like a puppy. “Excellent. You made me very happy. Such a good boy. Now take care of Kent.” He passed him over and watched boy struggle to get the tip in his mouth.
Kent laughed. “You don’t have to get me off this time, boy. I just want to feel that mouth of yours for a few minutes. I already have plans for all these loads.”
After Kent let him go, Boyd switched places with One on the couch, and so it went until boy had swallowed three more loads.
Boyd had grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. After Three released boy, Boyd knelt behind him, pulled boy’s body back against his chest, and cupped his left hand around the front of his throat to tip his head back. He gently touched the bottle to his lips and tipped it up so he could drink. When boy instinctively reached up to take the bottle, Boyd pulled it away and clucked in his ear.
“No. Hands down. You tell me when you’ve had enough.” He let him drink again, boy finally pursing his lips and drawing his head away once he’d had enough.
Without releasing boy’s throat, Boyd passed the bottle to Kent, who’d held the cap for him. Then with his other hand, he reached around boy and wrapped his fingers around his cock. “Do not come. You don’t have permission.”
* * * *
The boy was in…heaven.
Already, this was beyond what Kent had promised would happen this weekend, far better than even his wildest fantasies.
The Dom had a smooth, mellow voice, not a smoker, and reminded him a lot of—
Nope.
Not going there this weekend.
He hadn’t told Sir all the reasons he needed this hard reset. The guy didn’t need to know them.
Wasn’t his business.
He hadn’t even told Kent all the details. Especially since, in their initial meeting, Kent had recommended that he keep personal details to himself if he didn’t want someone to be able to weaponize them later. The only things that mattered, that had to be shared, were things directly relating to whatever was going on at the party, or health issues.
Since he didn’t have any health issues, he was going to take Kent’s advice to heart and keep his mouth shut regarding most everything else.
Not hard to do. He’d done that most of his life as a survival mechanism with his family.
What the boy needed was a solid, real-world experience to help offset all his frequent, unrelenting, and unrequited fantasies that could never become reality.
He needed to know—to experience—that there were men out there who were available to him, so he could set aside the relentless fantasy that could never become reality and devote himself to actually opening himself to an attainable partner.
Not a blue-eyed guy who would never even notice him. Or who wouldn’t do anything about it, even if he did.
As the hand slowly jacked his cock, the one around his throat didn’t choke him, but held him securely pressed against the man’s body. Warm, firm muscles, didn’t feel like he was really hairy, not that it would have mattered.
He’d given over choice and trusted Kent, based on his friend’s recommendation.
For this weekend, names didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except shutting down the noise and static that could keep him awake at night lately as his new job grew more demanding, until he broke down and fantasized about Him, the one guy completely out of his reach, and jerked off to fantasies about being on his knees in front of the man.
This weekend, all of them—well, except Kent, and holy fuck what the hell was he hung with, an elephant’s trunk?—could be Him in his fantasies.
Especially Sir.
Monday morning he would go to work with a set of hot memories and a hard mental reset to kickstart the next leg of his life’s journey.
No family looking over his shoulder now and judging him.
New friends who knew the basic truths about him and who either shared those interests or didn’t judge him for them.
A chance to start over, to find someone for himself. Someone he could be with, serve, be appreciated by.
For now, he’d just be.
Be Sir’s good boy.
And fantasize about a particular set of blue eyes and blond hair as he did.
* * * *
The men spent lots of time teasing and playing with boy, who thought this might be heaven on earth. Two
and Three both came in his mouth again, and he spent time learning how to properly worship cocks with Kent, Sir, and One.
When Sir got hungry, he made boy lie on the breakfast bar, and they dumped dip and hummus and other things on his body, on his cock, using him to dip chips on, licking it off him. A human party platter.
Boy was hand-fed by Sir, made to lick his fingers, suck on them, his desire spinning him down into a sweet, fuzzy haze he never wanted to leave. His world started and ended here, with the hands and mouths and men and pleasure.
Nothing else existed, and he loved it. For the first time in his adult life, he could simply enjoy and let things happen.
The whole time, his cock throbbed, aching, made worse when someone would close their lips around it and tease him just enough to make him whine and beg for more before releasing him.
They spun him around on the counter, so his legs hung off one edge and his head off the other. Two men held his legs spread wide open, Kent pinned his hands down while letting him lick his cock, and another dove between his legs, licking and sucking his balls, rimming him, going down on him.
It was Sir who spoke up from between his legs. “I want to taste you, boy. You may come.” A hand cupped his sac as Sir’s hot mouth devoured his cock.
“Oh…fuuuuuck!” he moaned against Kent’s cock. Boy exploded almost immediately, feeling horrible he couldn’t last longer, but it felt too damn good.
Except it seemed to please Sir. He nipped and bit the insides of boy’s thighs, sucking hard, leaving marks, boy was sure.
Then Sir started licking his cock again.
Almost immediately, blood rushed back into it, and Sir had him hard.
“Good boy.” His legs and arms were released and he was helped to sit up and get down from the counter. “Let’s go to the hot tub to relax and rinse off. Blindfold stays on, of course.”
“Heh,” Kent said. “That’s perfect. He can work on my cock some more.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
They moved him to the hot tub. There were hands and cocks to lick and suck, playing with his body and cock, and fingers up his ass—sensory overload of the best kind. It seemed like forever and only a few minutes before Kent asked how he wanted his steak. Sir helped him out of the hot tub and dried him off, then sat him on a mat next to a patio table set.
He heard knives and forks on plates, and then the feel of Sir’s fingers on his lips. “Open.”
He did, and a small, perfectly cooked piece of meat was popped into his mouth.
He leaned against Sir, resting his head against his thigh, waiting with his mouth open for the next piece, and thinking this was possibly the most perfect day and night of his life.
Ever.
* * * *
Boyd barely survived dinner without blowing his load in his lap from how fucking sexy boy was sucking the food from his fingers.
Boyd also had a hard time focusing when all he wanted to do was plow this guy’s adorable ass, right now.
First, he wanted him alone.
Then he wanted to blow him again. Followed by beating him and marking his gorgeous ass.
Then he wanted to work him up again, get him all horny, and have him begging for Boyd’s cock up his ass.
I owe Kent big-time for this.
After bidding their good-nights to Kent and the triplets, Boyd led boy to the back bedroom. There, he closed the door behind them and after helping boy take a piss and washing their hands, he walked boy over to the bed and sat him down on it.
“Wait here. Do not move.” Boyd went to his implement bag, where he’d moved it after dinner. He dug the leather hood out and went into the bathroom so he could see what he was doing to lace the back of it, used the bathroom, and washed his hands.
That finished, he returned to the bedroom. “Okay, boy. I have my hood on. I’m going to take your blindfold off now. I want to watch your eyes when I fuck you for the first time and make that sweet ass mine. You still okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Boyd untied and removed the shemagh first. Then he reached behind the guy’s head, found the blindfold’s buckle, and unfastened it.
When he stepped back to get his first good look at this delicious man who would become his next weekend, it took every ounce of self-control Boyd had not to scream in horror as boy’s gorgeous green eyes looked up at him, a sweet, glazed, subby smile on his face.
Caleb.
He was Caleb fucking Prevost.
Chapter Nine
Nononononono!
Boyd stared, but it wasn’t wishful thinking on his part that maybe the guy held a strong resemblance to Caleb. The guy didn’t change into someone else, and he wasn’t simply an uncanny likeness.
It was Caleb.
Jeezusfuckingchristohmyfuckinggod!
Boyd kept his jaw clamped shut on the scream threatening to break free.
I’m going to fucking kill Kent.
Caleb’s smile never wavered as he blinked and looked up at Boyd. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, boy,” he hoarsely said, on auto-pilot until his brain could recover from the fucking shock and—
Boyd’s cock twitched. No, you dumb fuck, you are NOT about to fuck him—you already sent one load of career-ending cum down his fucking throat, you stupid fucking bastard!
But I didn’t know it was him!
And here he was, already more than halfway in love with the guy.
A guy who can NEVER know who I really am.
Shit!
This was baaaad. This wasn’t just baaad, this was career-ending bad.
This was…
This was…
This was bad.
Caleb’s brow furrowed a little. “Are you all right, Sir?”
“I-I’m fine.”
Oh, yeah, now he knew why Caleb had been blushing and stammering at lunch the other day when he’d asked him about his weekend plans.
Fuck!
Except…
Fuck.
Am I really considering going through with this, even though I know who he is and what a horrible, bad, disastrous, no-fucking-good plan this is?
…
…
…
He stared at boy.
Caleb, he corrected himself.
…
…
…
And…stared…
He could feel the mental ellipses take on form and substance and heavy, guilty weight.
…
Yep, he really was.
Stupid mutherfucker.
His brain waged war, each side pro and con viciously fighting for dominance. And as he stared into Caleb’s gorgeous green eyes, his cock weighed in, made the decision, and ended the fight with a full knock-out.
Mainly because Boyd knew that he could never meet with Caleb next Saturday, like Kent had planned for them.
Couldn’t date him.
Couldn’t fuck him…again.
And if Caleb was going to be a regular addition to Kent’s party roster…it meant Boyd couldn’t be there at those same parties.
He couldn’t risk his fucking job.
That more than anything made up his mind for him. He’d have this one night for himself, make it exceptional for Caleb, to give him a great memory, and then…
The mystery Dom would never be seen again.
Caleb would get his wish that he could never know who did what.
He silently groaned.
Motherfucker.
He turned and walked over to his implement bag to rummage through it so Caleb couldn’t read the anguish in his eyes.
Sonofabitch.
The right thing would be to walk away now, claim a family emergency or something, and…leave after making profuse apologies to Caleb.
Let one of the triplets get to be Caleb’s “first.” That way it wouldn’t be him, the guy who fucked him, and then walked away.
Even as Boyd thought that, his soul rebelled, aching, hating himself.<
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He…
Shit.
FUCK!
At least he couldn’t get him fucking pregnant.
* * * *
Caleb sat on the bed and relished the swirling, fuzzy sweetness engulfing his mind.
Calm.
Peace.
Even more perfect, the guy had blue eyes, making it even easier for him to fantasize about Boyd. With his eyes closed, he’d been able to pretend the guy was Boyd, because of his voice.
Work every day was sweet torture, aching for the man he could never have. He’d even gone so far as to call Boyd on the man’s personal cell one night, asking him stuff he could have waited until the next day to deal with.
He could never admit to the man that, while they’d been talking, he’d been naked, dripping hard, slowly stroking his cock with one hand and working on his laptop with his other and his phone in speaker mode so he could do both at the same time.
It’d been a dangerous, naughty, and hotter than hell orgasm he’d quickly stroked out of himself seconds after ending the call with Boyd.
But this was good. Perfect, actually. He could get Boyd out of his system, prove to himself being hung up on the guy didn’t mean he couldn’t find someone else, and next weekend throw himself totally into—and onto—whoever it was Kent insisted he’d hit it off with.
Sir helped him off the bed and onto the kneeler bench, then clipped his wrists and ankles to it.
“You ready to take me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“You take my marks, then I’m going to fuck that sweet ass. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say red if you need to. I’d rather you did.”
“Will you please fuck me bare, Sir?”
He didn’t answer at first. “Why?”
* * * *
Boyd wasn’t sure he might not explode right there the way his cock was throbbing.
“Because…” Caleb swallowed. “Because I’m trying to forget a guy, Sir. I want a good memory I can take with me.”