Christmas At Leo's - Memoirs Of A Houseboy (34 page)

He moved away from me. A loud crack, the sound of a palm on bare flesh made me start with fright. I was so keyed up I felt the heat and sting of the slap as surely as if it had been applied to my backside instead of Dick’s. The fierce slap was accompanied with fierce words.

“Take what you should have taken on Tuesday. Take his arse. It’s yours. Own it.”

Dick climbed up on the bed behind me. I could feel the heat from his body before he even touched me. Excitement had clearly replaced any initial bewilderment he’d felt. He straddled and mounted me without finesse, pushing his stiff prick inside me with one swift stabbing motion. Gripping my shoulders, he began to thrust hard and fast.

I screwed up my eyes, grunting in discomfort. Every muscle in my body felt under strain as he pounded my rectum, which was rendered tighter by my crossed and bound ankles. Another loud crack sounded and Dick gave a cry. I echoed him, as the slap to his rump caused him to thrust even deeper inside me.

“Enough. Come. Now!”

Dick, a master at controlling his orgasms, obeyed. He gave one last fierce thrust, emitting a long shuddering moan as he reached the summit of pleasure, releasing his seed into my back passage. He was still for a moment, catching his breath, and then he pulled out of me, easing some of the pressure on my poor contorted body.

It was the shortest of reprieves. Dick’s cum didn’t have time to trickle out of my hole before Shane’s thick penis filled me, his heavy balls swinging and slapping against my tender flesh. The mix of lube and Dick’s sperm provided an obscene squelching accompaniment to his brutal action.

My penis was fully erect, pushing into my belly. I derived no pleasure from it. There was no sensuality involved. It was engorged in automatic response to physical stimulation rather than true desire. If anything, it was painful, adding to my extreme discomfort.

Shane snapped a crude directive at Dick. “It’s too slippery back here. I need some grip. Milk him.”

Dick’s hands, slicked with lube, pushed under me, one to cup my balls and the other curling around my cock. What I’d thought was dead wood came to life. He massaged my balls and pumped and pulled at my prick, as if he was indeed milking me. Waves of sensation began to radiate through my groin and perineum making my sphincter clench and tighten around Shane’s shaft, giving him the grip he needed to aid and enhance his orgasm.

Orgasm had been forbidden to me. It didn’t stop it inexorably building as Dick worked me. I was panic-stricken. What would happen if I blew my load? What punishment would I receive? I began to pant, whimpering uncontrollably as Shane rode me harder and faster. Dick continued to manipulate my penis and balls, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Sweat ran from my hair, trickling down my face and into my eyes, as I fought to hold back ejaculation. It was agonising. Unbearable. My safe word popped into my head. Should I use it? There’d be no point, not if this was pure discipline. Safe words did not apply to discipline situations. I was on the verge of blurting it anyway when Shane gasped out another order. “I’m there. Finish him.”

Dick knew exactly how to finish me, expertly gliding his thumb over my sensitive cockhead. For a moment I thought I would pass out with the intensity of feeling. Shane thrust his pelvis against my arse, emptying his balls into my back passage with a series of guttural moans as my anal muscles tightened around his cock. Seconds later, my semen spilled into Dick’s hand. Shane pulled out of me. It was over. I broke down, sobs tearing from my throat, my tears soaking the bed sheet.

My hemp bonds were undone in a heartbeat. Shane scooped me up off the bed and into his arms, barking an order at Dick as he did so.

“Stay here. I’ll attend to him.”

He carried me to the bathroom, taking me into the shower cubicle, setting me on my feet.

“Bastard.” I snorted tears and snot. “Bastard!”

“You’ve exceeded permissible use of that word,” he closed the cubicle door. “Call me it again and I’ll demonstrate how big a bastard I can be. Calm down. Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about. I mean it, boy.” He administered a mild slap to my hip. “Compose yourself. You’re unhurt.”

Turning on the shower, he supported me in his arms as the water rained down at a warm and calming pace.

I managed to get a grip on myself, and him, pushing against him with my arms around his waist. I closed my eyes, pressing the right side of my face into the wet fur on his chest.

He tolerated my hold for a few minutes before loosening my arms and easing me away from him. Reaching for the shower gel he washed my hair, let the suds rinse away and then began to wash my body, his strong hands and blunt fingers massaging the creamy lather into my skin. He paid special attention to my neck, shoulders, arms and wrists, soothing away the soreness from my constraint. He turned me sideways, smoothing his hand down my back and over my marked buttocks and then inserting his fingers between them, gently cleansing me.

Turning me again, so that my back was against his body, he reached round to soap my chest and belly and then my groin, massaging his fingers through my short trimmed pubic hair. My penis was semi-erect, a result of his fingers probing my private places as he washed me. It hardened when his fist curled around it. A few moments later I gave a soft sigh and arched my back. Discounting the water flowing around me it was a dry orgasm and a small one, no more than a ripple, a pleasurable aftershock to the main event. I enjoyed it, unlike the main event.

He stopped the shower, turning me to face him.

“Have you calmed down?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His mouth twitched, hinting at a smile. “Daddy will do. It sits more comfortably on your lips.”

He was right. I’m more a soft-core Daddy’s boy than a hardcore Master’s sub.

“How’s that attitude doing?”

“Gone.” And it had. My head felt much clearer. IEM was back in his cage. I felt all the better for it. Maybe that had been the object of the exercise?

“Ready to face the day ahead?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He ruffled my wet hair. “I need to wash. Get dried and put on your bathrobe. Go back to bed.”

I got dried, pulled on my robe and returned to the bedroom. Dick had remade the bed, straightening the sheets, pillows and covers, but he wasn’t in it. He was kneeling on the floor beside it, still naked. He got up, holding out his arms when I walked into the room.

“All right, baby?”

I nodded and went over, taking and returning his hug.

“You sore, hun, do you need salve?”

“I’m okay. What was that about, Dick?”

He shrugged. “Daddy confirming his authority, creating a mindset, breaking tension, teaching us a lesson. It was what it was, an aspect of the contract we share. Accept it.” He smiled. “You did well. I thought you might try to use your safe word at one point, but you didn’t. I’m proud of you. You were a brave boy. It was a tough session for you.”

“He’s a mean bugger.”

“An absolute swine. One minute I was happily asleep and the next I was kneeling on the floor with a handprint adorning my arse. I wondered what the hell was going on.”

“He was meaner to me. He’s always meaner to me. You weren’t much better.” I pouted. “You didn’t exactly hold back when it came to fucking me. You were a beast.”

“I know, honey, and I’d love to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Have you any idea how utterly delectable you looked, all tied up with your sexy little bum primed and ready for the taking. It brought out the wicked sadist in me. I was overwhelmed with the urge to abuse you. I’m afraid I enjoyed it very much.” He pulled a sad face. “I hope you can find it within you to forgive me.”

“I suppose you can’t help being a sex-crazed, posh pervert with an ever ready cock.”

“That’s the spirit.”

We both started laughing.

“What’s funny?” Shane strode into the bedroom, tying his bathrobe.

We both sobered at once, saying a simultaneous, “nothing, Daddy.”

“In that case, you,” he pointed at Dick, “get cleaned up, and you,” he pointed at me, “get into bed.”

I pulled the covers back and climbed into bed as bidden, settling back against the pillows. I risked a question. “It’s almost eight, won’t Leo be expecting us down for breakfast soon?”

“Not today. He’ll be sleeping in. He deserves a rest after yesterday. He’ll leave us all to get up and fend for ourselves at our leisure. Today’s event doesn’t kick off until two, so there’s plenty of time.”

Picking up the bowl of fruit and sweets from the writing desk he brought it over and set it on my lap. “Eat an apple and some of those Brazil nuts. They’ll do you good.”

He got into bed beside me. I opened the pack of shelled Brazils and offered it to him. He took some. They were good. We ate in companionable silence. I munched a juicy red apple. He peeled and ate an orange. Its sharp yet sweet citrus scent was somehow evocative of the season, reminding me of childhood Christmases and mum’s ritual of putting a Satsuma in my stocking. I never ate it, but she did, slowly peeling and savouring it, while I greedily gorged on a chocolate bar.

After finishing the orange, Shane went to wash his sticky hands, returning with Dick, who joined us in bed. He chose food of a phallic nature, a banana, but at least he ate it and made no attempt to assault me with it. Shane put the depleted fruit bowl back on the desk and climbed into bed once more, decreeing a nap for us all.

I didn’t expect to fall asleep, but I did, waking up a good hour later. Like earlier, I had my back to Shane and like earlier I sensed he was awake. Unlike earlier, I felt able to broach the subject of the party.

“Daddy, may I ask you a question, please?”

“Go ahead.” He draped an arm over me.

“Are you going to make me play this afternoon?”

“No.”

“Then why did you make me pack my collar and trousers, was it to scare me?”

“I thought it would make you feel more involved in the occasion if you were appropriately dressed. You don’t have to play to participate. You can watch and be part of the scene without playing. An audience is an important aspect for some players. It’s also a big event today, so there’s likely to be a lot of people visiting, some we don’t know. Your collar will show you’re under a Dom’s protection and save you from being approached to play. I don’t want you being bothered by someone looking for a casual encounter.”

“Fair enough.”

“Listen to me, Gilli. Today is Dick’s day. He needs and deserves all my attention. It’s been a while since he and I played with any real intensity. I want to focus on him without being distracted by challenges from you.”

“Won’t it be easier for you to focus on Dick if I’m not around at all? I could slip off home, or stay up here.”

“No,” he said firmly. “I want you within range. This is how it’s going to be. When things get underway, you are not to address Dick at all. He will be mine and mine alone. He will not be your partner, your lover or your Daddy. He will be my boy, my sub. You’ll stay nearby and you’ll be quiet and respectful, speaking only when you’re spoken to.” He wound his fingers through my hair, giving a gentle tug. “Behave well today, make me proud.”

“I will, Daddy.”

He gave my hair another mock tug. “You’d better, because if you let me down I will make you part of a scene, but there’ll be nothing remotely playful or sexy about it.” He kissed my cheek. “Get up, get dressed and go and get yourself something to eat. We’ll be down a little later.”

I guessed he wanted some time alone with Dick, probably to start building up a mindset for the afternoon’s sport. I got up, put on jeans and a t-shirt, slipped on shoes and went downstairs.

Chapter Seventeen - Prawn Again Crustaceans

Leo was standing in the hall when I descended the stairs, modelling a perplexed look. He greeted me with a question.

“Can you smell something, Gilli?”

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure.” He sniffed at the air, his nose wrinkling with distaste. “I smelt it when I came downstairs this morning, but I can’t pinpoint it. It’s unpleasant. Fishy almost.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. I sniffed at the air, hoping Leo was imagining it. He wasn’t. The sweary fairy flew into my mind and dumped a ton of expletives. Fuck, shit, bollocks, bastard and bugger! The prawns. I’d forgotten all about the prawn husks I’d planted in the bondage twins’ jackets. I’d never imagined for a second that the stink would extend beyond the confines of the cupboard. What if Leo traced it to the source? No way would anyone ever believe it was an accident, or that the prawns had somehow swum there of their own volition and become stranded. The finger of suspicion would point straight at me. My knees quaked. Shane would take down my pants and whip my tail red raw. On current form he’d do it in front of the entire household.

What the flaming hell had possessed me to do such a thing and imagine I’d get away with it? I must have been temporarily insane.

Taking a deep breath I did the only thing I could do in the circumstances. I lied. “I can’t smell a thing, Leo, other than the potpourri.”