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Donald Lake followed his friend, Susan Parker, out of her elegant French Chateau- style mansion into the formal gardens. Susan was currently dressed as her alter- ego, Mistress Sinister. The Mistress outfit consisted of a leather corset that looked so tight, he wondered how the woman could breathe. Her long blonde hair was pulled to the top of her head and secured with thin braids. This hairstyle when combined with the ultra-tight, shiny, black leather shorts made her appear like a genie who had come back for a little payback on a former master.
In her thigh-high black leather, high- heeled boots, the already tall Susan towered over Donald's 5' 10" height.
Donald was conservatively dressed in charcoal gray slacks, a darker gray silk shirt, black dress shoes, and a black Armani jacket which pulled his look together. The only excitement about his look came from his shoulder-touching braids and medium-toned chocolate skin.
Donald felt almost nude without his cell phone near to hand, but he'd left it in his Jaguar when he'd parked in front of the mansion. He kept reaching for it in his nervousness though he had no idea who he expected to call.
Mistress Sinister paused in front of the first young man who supposedly met Donald's strict list of requirements for a sex slave.
The man had red hair, brown eyes, and very fair skin. Normally, Donald didn't go for red hair on a man or a woman, but this man was exceptionally fine. Nude and chained by the ankle to a wrought iron bench located by the Koi pond, the beauty still managed to exude dignity and confidence. Donald wondered what the man had done to get himself into a position where he had to sell himself. Or did this beauty simply want to be slave to a strange man or woman?
This was the annual Sinister Sex Slave Sale or, more precisely, the evening of the event. Donald had been given the singular honor to pick his sex slave before the other buyers arrived. The two friends had known each other since high school. Even though Susan had been having her sex slave sale for the last ten years, this was the first time Lake had attended. Susan had been so moved by his request, she had given him the coveted *private* buyer's position.
Every year Mistress Sinister offered between 20 and 25 young men and women for sale to buyers for a period of service of exactly 11 months and fifteen days. Every year for every one body she accepted, Susan turned down ten.
Ten percent of the selling price went to Susan, the rest was split between settling the slave's debts, which Susan had already acquired, and starting a nest egg for the slave. In ten years, she had never failed to sell a sex slave and no one, neither sex slave nor buyer, had ever complained about the arrangement.
The more *delicate* men and women were displayed inside the mansion, while the more rugged individuals were positioned on the grounds. Donald Lake was not in the market for a delicate man.
"His name is Bradley. His price is 42," Susan announced. She ran her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. "Natural red head, as you can see, gay, switches, non-smoker, drug free, but has a problem with alcohol and should not be allowed to drink." Susan didn't mention the health issue. Bradley wouldn't be chained to the bench waiting for a buyer if he weren't clean.
Forty-two thousand was a lot of money, but Donald had deposited almost three times that amount in an account to pay for his purchase. Donald was willing to spend every dime of it for just the right man.
Donald stepped closer to the bound man and turned the red haired man's face toward his. "Hello, Bradley, my name is Donald. Would you object to spending most of a year with me?"
Bradley's brown eyes widened in horror, but he recovered quickly. "No, Sir." His mouth wasn't fast enough to cover what his eyes had given away. Yes, times had changed, but this white man didn't want to belong to Donald Lake.
Donald released the younger man's face and walked away. He hadn't realized how quickly he was striding until Susan called out to him. "Donald, wait up!" she demanded. "Look, Don, it doesn't matter what he thinks of you, *you'll* be the master. The two of you will *not* be setting up in a democratic relationship. Think about taming that outrageous beauty. Think of him sucking your chocolate cock or taking your mighty meat up his arrogant white ass."
Donald scowled. "Sue, I know I'm supposed to be the one in charge, but I'd prefer it if the man didn't throw up after kissing me." Lake ran his fingers through his braids. "Maybe this was a stupid idea."
Susan put her arms around Donald's somewhat slender shoulders. "Don, you've talked yourself into coming here. Your description of your desires and needs moved me so much I gave you first choice. After ten years, I thought I was too jaded, but *you* changed my mind. Don't let that dick take your fantasy away."
Donald started to protest, but Susan continued.
"For ten years I've told you about this event, shared my stories, and even the pictures. This is the first time you've even attended. Now you are here with your list of wants practically burned into your soul. You need this. You know it, and I know it." She kissed his cheek. "Come on, and see the four other men I have for you. It's your fantasy, and I'm going to make it a reality."
Donald ran the pros and cons of staying through his somewhat over analytical mind, and decided to stay. If he left now, Lake knew he would never return, and his dream would never come true.
He squared his shoulders. "Who else do you have in your garden of Eden?"
"There's a very special one named Justin," she purred. "He's really the most beautiful man out here. Blonde, tall, well built, with a bubble butt you have to see to believe."
"But?" Lake prompted. He knew she was whetting his appetite before lowering the boom with the man's nearly insurmountable flaw.
"He's straight, but claims to be bi- curious. He's 28, green eyed, a natural blonde, and has a Bachelor's degree in psychology. He's a surfer, hang glides, mountain bikes, skis, and plays guitar. Justin is 6' 3" tall, 215 pounds, ambidextrous, and speaks three languages."
"How much?" Lake asked, expecting a ridiculous amount.
"65, which is well within your budget," she explained.
"But *straight*, Susan? I was hoping for someone with experience, and who wouldn't freak out waking up next to another man. Besides, he weighs over fifty pounds more than I do." They went past the pond to where a stand of dogwoods gazed down at their reflections in the water.
Bound to the trunk of one of the trees was a Viking. Donald felt utterly petite standing next to the man. Justin turned his head and gazed down at Donald.
"Hello," the big man whispered. Justin had been bound facing the trunk. Donald hoped ants weren't marching over the guy's flesh. "Are you going to untie me?" he asked hopefully.
"Master Donald is here to look you over, Justin," Mistress Sinister announced. "He would own you body and soul. Your existence would be dedicated to pleasing him."
"I understand," Justin assured her.
"Do you?" She stepped back. "He's yours, Donald. Do anything you wish to his body, but do not take his virginity. If he fails to sell, I will auction it off to recoup my expenses."
Justin had been bound to the tree at the waist and at the neck. His arms were around the tree trunk and bound at the wrists. Considering how big he was, the virginal Justin could accidentally injure someone who was inspecting him by simply jumping in fright. Even knowing that, it seemed cruel to keep the blonde man bound this way.
Though this was a sex slave auction, Donald Lake was not in the market for someone to beat. He wanted to take the lead in his sex life and was looking for someone who would understand that from the beginning. Hence his presence at Susan's auction.
The thought of someone breaking Justin's skin made Donald's stomach clutch. Lake was a sensitive soul, something his friend Susan understood. He was not going to be introduced to the men who wanted someone to hurt them.
Donald ran his hands up and down the larger man's back, pausing at the younger man's shoulders and ass. "You have a gorgeous body, Justin," Donald whispered as he continued to explore the big man.
"Thank you," Justin replied. He hissed softly as Donald's fingers brushed his testicles. The larger man spread his thighs without prompting from Donald.
"Have you ever had a man suck your cock?" Donald asked.
"Once." Justin laughed softly. "Back in college. I was passed out drunk, and my roommate's brother sucked my cock. I woke up but was too drunk to do anything, positive or negative, about it."
Lake brushed his fingers across the larger man's testicles. "What was your fantasy response?"
"Truth?" Justin asked in a soft, sweet voice.
"The truth," Lake insisted.
"I'd wake up, roll him over onto his back, and I would just *take* his mouth. I'd use my size to dominate him and fuck his face until I cum," Justin answered.
"And?" Donald prompted as he rubbed the taller man's inner thighs.
"I'd make him whack off for me. He'd look so vulnerable there pumping his little dick while I stared at him."
Donald snorted. "Did he have a little dick?"
"About the size of my thumb when I saw it. But it probably got a lot bigger when it was hard. But in my fantasy, it stays small, like a male clit," Justin confessed.
"Do you fuck him?" Lake asked.
"No. I only wanted to fuck his face and make him spank the monkey. That was what turned me on about him." His voice trailed off. "Does that shock you?"
"Hardly." Donald stroked the base of the big man's big cock. Justin was sporting about 8 inches of uncut meat, two inches smaller than Donald's wand. It stirred Donald's Size Queen heart. "Is that your only boy-boy fantasy?"
"No." Justin's face reddened. "I saw this priest I wanted to fuck."
"A priest?" Donald barked. "I have to hear it. Tell me about the priest."
"He was young, about our age, and had these puppy dog eyes. He was in charge of a group of little kids at the ski resort. He seemed so gentle and considerate. But that evening, I saw him lick his lips at me. It was sexual, I know it was. I wanted to go to his room and make him confess that he wanted me. I'd pull him over my lap and paddle his ass, then fuck him raw. But he'd have to keep his collar on the whole time." Justin paused. "Do you think I'll be struck by lightning for that one?"
"I don't think so," Donald said soothingly. He bent over and sucked Justin's balls into his mouth.
"Oh shit!" Justin howled. Donald bent the younger man's cock down so he could lick the back of it. "Shit! Shit! That's good!" Donald sucked the head of Justin's cock, loving the feel and taste of the precum he found there.
Justin tried to move his hips to fuck Donald's face, but the ropes held him fast. "Gawd, that's good, good, good," he chanted.
Donald circled his thumb around Justin's butthole. It was a tight fit to get his fingers between the big man's tightly clinched asscheeks, but worth it once the blonde began panting. "Oh, shit! Shit, you're going to make me cum. Jesus, God! Sweet Jesus!"
Donald pumped the base of Justin's cock while continuing to work his oral magic on the larger man's stick.
"Fuck!" Justin shouted as he sent his cream down Donald's appreciative throat. Lake licked the trembling man clean before he stepped back from him.
Justin looked over his shoulder at Donald and mouthed 'DAMN' at him. That was the best response he could have given.
Lake turned to Susan. "I'll take him."
"Agreed." Susan quickly cut Justin from the tree. She placed the big man's hand in Donald's and then turned and left.
"I think it's official. Where are your things?"
Justin pulled his hand away to rub at his wrists. "My bag is on the table in the kitchen. I don't have much left." He returned his hand to Donald's.
Donald waved to Susan, then followed Justin's perfect ass into the kitchen. The younger man wasn't kidding about having little left. He had one overstuffed gym bag, a pair of black jeans, a pair of walking shoes, a green shirt, a light jacket, a fanny pouch, and nothing else.
"Follow me," Donald ordered after Justin had dressed. They walked out of the mansion and headed to his car.
Justin had to put the seat back in order to get his long legs comfortable in the Jaguar. "What model year is this?"
"A 2001," Donald responded. He sat, unable to start the car.
"Buyer's regret?" Justin asked softly.
"No, nothing like that. I just realized that I don't know your last name."
"Wright. My name is Justin Ansel Wright. It'll all be on my paperwork. As far as the IRS is concerned, I'm your personal assistant for a year."
Donald nodded. "Donald Lake." He'd often wondered how many of the personal assistants he'd met over the years were actually slaves versus how many were just treated that way. He started the car and drove them to his home. "We'll go shopping for you tomorrow. I've had all the excitement I can handle for the day."
Lake had a three-story condo with river and city views. He could have lived in a mansion, but felt that for a bachelor living alone, even his present place was too large.
"You can put your stuff in the downstairs bedroom, but you'll sleep with me in the master bedroom," Donald ordered after he'd given his new sex slave a tour of the home they would be sharing.
Justin nodded. "Do you want me to get naked now?" He had an eagerness to please in his voice. It gave Donald a delicious tingle down his spine.
"Yes. Strip down and take a shower. I'll want you to give me a bath later." Donald stepped into his study, which was once the third bedroom of the condo and checked his e-mail. He ran a very profitable lost treasures business, pairing people who had treasures to sell with the people with the money to buy them. All very discreet of course.
His partner in this venture was Anthony Morton. Anthony handled auctions, private and public, and most of their estate sales. Donald preferred research and staying away from the limelight.
Anthony had paired up, under very mysterious circumstances, with a solid gold blonde hottie named Nick Ambrose. Donald was sure he'd never hear how the two really met, but they were so deliriously happy, Lake became determined to find his own sex kitten. Even if he had to buy one.
Lake answered his e-mails, then went upstairs to the master bedroom and finally into the master bath. Justin was sprawled out in the large tub with bubbles almost to his chin.
"Hi. I thought you'd like me in the tub with you." He teased his left nipple. "I'm still hot from thinking about what you did to me this afternoon. Man, I've never cum that hard in my life." He closed his eyes. "We've got to do that again and again."
Lake stripped and joined Justin in the bathtub. "Have you ever kissed a man?"
"In my high school play. I went to an all boys school and I played Juliet." Justin opened his eyes and grinned. His hands went to Donald's waist and he pulled the smaller man closer. "I'm hoping you'll do a better job." Justin placed his lips against Donald's and the two men kissed.
Justin was a good kisser. Donald kicked up the intensity until Justin's erection was brushing against Donald's thigh.
"Can I touch you?" Justin asked, shyly.
"You can hardly bathe me without touching me, Justin," Donald reminded the man.
"No, I mean, can I *touch* you?" Justin repeated.
"Yes," Lake replied before settling on the larger man's chest.
Justin couldn't believe how good it felt to have the older man snuggled on top of him. It didn't matter that Donald was a man... or maybe it did. He liked that his new master was smaller than him. He liked that Donald was a very handsome man. He *loved* that his new master was older and experienced.
Wright rubbed the smaller man's back with the oversized sea sponge. Donald was very firm and had such beautiful, flawless skin. Justin moved the sponge over every inch of the man's skin he could reach.
"Do you like doing this?" Donald asked.
"Yeah, I do. It feels nice." Justin moved the smaller man onto his side so that he could touch his chest and stomach. Donald had a nicely defined stomach and pretty nice sized pecs. But what really blew Justin's mind was the other man's cock. It was huge--long, thick, with a huge head. Was he really going to be able to put all of that up Justin's chute?
Justin soaped and rinsed Donald's front, saving the older man's cock for last. He poured some of the liquid soap in his hands and used both of them to work Donald's big cock.
Donald must have shaved around his pecker because he was completely hairless down there. While there was nothing unusual about the older man not having any hair on his chest, a grown man always had a bush around his pole. It was very sensual to rub that naked flesh.
"Ohhhhh," Donald moaned as he gently humped Justin's hands.
"Are you going to cum in my hands?" he asked. "Am I doing this right?"
"Yes, but I want something else," Donald replied before rising up. "Rinse it off and take it into your mouth."
Justin was going to protest. He didn't object to putting the other man's dick into his mouth, he just didn't think he could do it. Lake's cock was big, thick, and heavy.
Wright lay back in the tub and rested his head on the cushioned edge. He kept his mouth open and struggled to keep his teeth off the smaller man's flesh. Donald began grunting and calling Justin's name. Even in what obviously was a frenzy, the older man kept control and never thrust too much or too hard into Justin's inexperienced mouth.
"Now!" Donald warned as his spunk gushed in hot spurts into the back of Justin's throat. The larger man swallowed. "Good," Lake purred. "Very good."
Wright couldn't believe he'd just sucked off a man. His mind was replaying the whole thing from the first touch of the head against his lips to the final thrust which drained Donald's cock. Gawd, it made him hot! Didn't he know *anything* about his own sexuality? Yes, he was bi- curious, but this reaction was beyond that.
Wright washed Donald clean, then himself in silence. It gave him time to think about all of this. Finding this out about himself would make this year much more pleasant, but who would he be once the year was up and Donald was through with him?
They climbed out of the tub and dried each other off. Justin liked the way Donald fit so well up against him.
"Clean out the tub, then come to bed," Donald ordered before heading into the bedroom.
By the time Justin had finished his chores, Donald was already in bed with a Justin-sized space waiting to be filled. Wright climbed in between the cool sheets and right into Donald's arms.
"How did you end up here?" Donald asked after finger combing Wright's thick, blond hair.
"Day trading," Justin admitted. "I wasn't as clever as I thought. I lost everything I owned--cars, house, artwork, jewelry, and I still owed over 40 large. Susan offered me a way out with my credit still intact. Not to mention keeping my legs in one piece." Wright could still see his split level rock and cedar house he planned to sell so he could move into an even more beautiful place after he'd scored his next killing in the market. The small profit he'd made by selling the house had been devoured by debt and taxes.
"I hope you're through with that," Lake said gruffly. "Day trading is the only form of gambling that's legal in every state."
"I've learned my lesson." Justin relaxed as the smaller man moved his hands over Justin's chest and abs. When Donald's hand gripped his cock, Wright was shocked to find himself hardening again. "How do you keep getting me hard?" he asked in awe.
Donald laughed softly. "I'm a magic man," he admitted. "Gawd, you're beautiful."
Wright had been hearing that most of his life, and he'd used it when he'd had to. "Thanks."
Donald turned out the lights and snuggled down on the larger man's chest. "This is going to be great." He tilted his head back and the two men kissed. It was sweet and slow.
"I'm counting on it," Justin responded.
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Donald awoke and found Justin placing a breakfast tray on his lap. "Breakfast in bed? I like it."
"This represents the height of my culinary skills," Wright announced as he removed the dome. Sitting on the tray was a bowl of cornflakes, a glass of milk, a glass of orange juice, the sugar bowl, and some sliced strawberries.
Donald laughed, then dumped the strawberries and some of the sugar on his cereal. He added the milk and then began to eat. "I can't cook either. I think I was traumatized by the task of boiling an egg as a child," he quipped. "But there's this great place called Your Personal Chef where I get real meals to serve at home."
Justin sat down on the side of the bed. He hadn't bothered to dress yet, and seeing his well muscled body so close and all his to play with was waking Donald up in the best way.
"What are our plans for today?" Wright inquired.
"I do my e-mail first, then I take you shopping. I have some inventory to check out, so you can come along." Donald drank some of his juice.
"What do you do?" Wright asked.
"I'm co-owner of Lake and Morton Acquisitions. We do public and private sales of some of the most unique and beautiful things in the world." He grinned at his slave. "But not as beautiful as you."
Justin blushed. "Thanks."
Donald finished his cereal, kissed the taller man, then went into the bathroom to attend to things. While he was shaving, Lake's mind kept drifting back to Justin, or rather Justin's beautiful ass. Forcing himself to concentrate so he wouldn't cut his own throat, Donald finished shaving.
Grabbing what he needed from a basket he kept for just that purpose, Donald came back into the bedroom. Justin was making the bed.
Lake pushed the big man onto his stomach, forced his legs apart, and squirted Wet against Justin's hole.
"Oh my God," Justin whimpered as Donald inserted a slender dildo into his hole.
"Push out," Donald demanded. The guy's cheeks practically required the Jaws of Life to be parted, but Lake soon had the dildo moving smoothly.
Donald ignored his own cock's demand to be inside that virgin twat in order to take the time to stretch the younger man. He replaced the slender rigid dildo with a larger, soft nubbed version.
Justin went up on his knees and lowered his head to the bed. "Oh, oh, oh," he whimpered.
"Has no one ever played with this gorgeous ass?" Donald asked.
"Just you," Justin panted.
Donald sheathed himself and lubed the lower third of his cock. He climbed between Justin's thighs and removed the dildo. "Push out," he ordered as he plugged the bigger man's hole with his cock.
"Gawd, you're too big. Shit, you're killing me. Stop, please stop," Justin begged.
Donald gripped the larger man's hips and kept pushing slowly inside him. Justin's hole was so tight it was making Lake's eyes water, but it was oh so fucking good.
Justin gripped the comforter, kicked his feet, begged, pleaded, and cried, but he didn't fight. For the first time, Donald truly felt like this man's master.
Donald kept pushing until he was fully inside the younger man. He held still and waited for Wright to relax a bit. "It's going to be good, I promise."
Justin nodded as his sobbing dried up. Donald reached around and found the younger man's cock at full strength. He slowly pumped it until Wright was beginning to moan.
When Justin pushed back into Donald, the older man responded by beginning to pump a little harder into his slave's sweet ass. "You feel so good to me, Slave. Your ass is worth every penny I paid for it."
Donald slowly built up speed. Taking his time with Justin was what he needed to do to make it last. Just seeing the man's muscles and golden head made Lake want to cum.
The two men fucked until Justin wasn't just responding but participating in his deflowerment.
"Gawd, this ass is good!" Lake shouted.
"Fuck me, fuck me good," Justin begged. "Fuck me with your big, black cock."
"Oh, yeah." Donald gripped the younger man's rock solid ass cheeks and forced them even further apart. He pounded into that hot pink hole like he'd never get another piece of ass in his life. Justin kept begging Donald to fuck him, and Donald did his best to oblige.
Justin shot his load, sending a quake through his entire body. Donald moved the big man onto his side, and spooned up behind him. He lifted Justin's left leg and banged him good and hard. When Donald came, his jaw was nearly dislocated by his howl.
Panting and sweating, Donald gently lowered Justin's leg and kissed a trail up the big man's back. The two men kissed.
"I thought you were going to kill me," Justin admitted. "Once by putting that monster dong up my ass, and later by fucking me to death."
Donald smiled. "I'd never hurt you, Justin. I want you around for a long time, my sweet slave." They kissed again.
Lake rolled the other man completely onto his stomach and inspected his lovingly stretched hole. It looked wonderful. No sign of tears and still rounded from the passage of Donald's thick cock. He retrieved a butt plug and inserted into the younger man.
"Why did you do that?" Justin asked.
"I want to keep you stretched so I can fuck you when we get home," Donald admitted. "I'll put you on your back so I can kiss you and watch your beautiful face as my cock is slamming into you like a jackhammer."
Wright groaned. It sounded equal parts fear and anticipation. Donald loved it.
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"Can you dance?" Donald asked. The two men were sitting in the Jacuzzi part of the swimming pool area after a long day of researching the provenance of a painting. Lake and Morton avoided anything with a Nazi-theft taint to it. Just knowing what happened to the original owners gave Donald the willies. Even if it meant passing up an enormous commission, the partners slept better knowing they hadn't added even a tiny bit of legitimacy to what the Nazis had done.
Wright was turning out to be even more useful than Lake had hoped. The younger man was computer literate and could sift mounds of written material and emerge with concise, readable notes. Donald seriously thought about adding Justin to the official payroll at the company, and had even went so far as to suggest it to Anthony in an e-mail. Seconds later he sent another e-mail telling his partner to forget it.
"I can stand by a woman and make pseudo- sexual thrusts at her. Does that count?" Justin asked.
Donald laughed at the very accurate description of a lot of dances. "It wasn't exactly what I was thinking about."
Justin's expression turned to the one Donald now categorized as the 'this is too twisted for me to come up with, but if *you* were to demand it as my master, I'd have to go along' look. "Do you want me to put on a harem outfit and strut my stuff across the living room to the strains of Morris's 'Arabian Knights'?"
"You'd have to be pretty limber to move to all those strings," Donald chirped. He now had this image of Justin moving his big, graceful body around to the flute solo while wearing gauzy lavender silk pants that covered little and only served highlight the younger man's basket and ass. Yum.
"We'll have a harem outfit made for you, sweet slave, and you will wear it with pride," Donald ordered.
Justin smiled and bowed his head. "If it pleases you, master."
Donald moved into the larger man's lap and kissed him. "You're such a clever man, Justin. But I wanted to know if you can slow dance. There's this gay club called Talon. It's very upscale, and you can only slow dance on the floor."
"Yes, I can slow dance, if you don't mind me leading. It's the only way I know how." His green eyes looked onto Donald's brown ones. They gazed into each other's eyes before falling into another kiss. Justin pulled back and ran his tongue around Donald's mustache and van dyke. It was obviously a kink for the younger man.
"I'd love to let you lead," Donald assured his sexy slave. "We'll put on our best suits and go to Talons. They have really great steaks."
Justin's stomach growled. Wright blushed deeply. "I'm a growing boy," he explained.
Mark nudged his running buddy, Todd, when he saw sexy Donald "Too Good for You" Lake walk into the club. He stood and waited for the hostess to seat him.
"Our unsoiled dove has arrived," Mark announced.
"Alone again, naturally?" Todd asked. "How can a man that pretty stay on the shelf?"
"Because he's waiting for us to make our move," Mark explained. "When he gets his pathetic little table for one, we'll swoop."
"Look at that straight man standing behind him," Todd gasped. "Man, what a waste." The blonde and Donald were led to a cozy table for two. Whoever the man was, he was tall, sexy, and with Lake. "Why would Donald bring a straight man here?"
"Window dressing, child," Mark explained. "He didn't want to show up alone for the millionth time in a row. Coming here with Anthony and Nick doesn't count."
The two men chuckled. "Too bad Anthony is too greedy to share the luscious Nick," Todd complained.
Mark snorted. "If he were handing out any of that, I'd be first in line," he assured his friend.
While the two men weren't looking, Donald and his mystery man moved out onto the dance floor and snuggle-danced to Marvin Gaye's 'Distant Lover'. Any thought that the two men weren't lovers was washed away by the tenderness with which the tall blonde man held Donald.
They weren't the smoothest pair on the floor, but they were the sexiest. The blonde man couldn't seem to take his eyes away from Donald's face, no matter how luscious a man moved past them. When the pair returned to their table, they held hands and talked.
"Okay, I've got to meet this man," Mark asserted. "If he's a ringer, I'll know."
"You're just mad because someone beat you to Donald," Todd countered.
"That too," Mark agreed. He strode across the dance floor and presented himself at Donald's table. "Hello, Donald, I haven't seen you for weeks."
Lake looked up and smiled. "Mark! Long time, no see." He looked around Mark. "Hello, Todd." Donald touched the big blonde's arm. "Mark Gillette, Todd Eton, this is Justin Wright."
Mark chuckled. "So, you finally found your Mr. Right."
Donald groaned, but Justin snickered. "I'd like to think so," the big blonde responded. The Four Tops' 'Tonight I'm Gonna Love You All Over' began. "Come on, lover, that's one of my favorite songs. I'll let you lead," he cajoled.
Donald melted into a big "I'm so in love" puddle from the eagerness of the larger man's green eyes.
"Excuse us," Donald said as he got to his feet. He led Justin onto the floor and into his arms. The men danced as if they were the only people in the room, perhaps in the world.
"They're real," Todd asserted.
"Yes, they are," Mark agreed.
Donald held the door as Justin "Lightfoot" Wright swirled into their home. The younger man was still euphoric from their night of dining and dancing. Despite numerous offers made to both of them, the couple had only danced with each other. Lord, they had been a *couple* this night.
At Talon he'd been swept away by the pure romance of the place. A romance which normally stung. But not tonight.
Donald gasped when he found himself pushed up against the wall and kissed by Justin. "I had such a good time, Donald. Let's not let it stop at the door." He trailed kisses across the smaller man's face. "*Tell* me your deepest desires. Make me please you. Demand anything you want of my body, my mind, or my soul. I'm yours to command."
Donald's resistance shattered and the one thing he was going to deny himself during this year bubbled up to the top. "Make love to me, Justin. Fill me with your cock."
"Oh yeah!" Justin shouted. He hurried Donald along. "Should I carry you?"
"No, I'll walk," Donald said firmly. As excited as the younger man was, he'd probably drop Donald on his head.
Lake allowed Justin to undress him, though he feared for the buttons on his shirt because Wright's hands were shaking so much.
Once Donald was naked, Justin lifted him up and placed him on the bed. Wright stripped quickly, then climbed onto the bed. The larger man parted Lake's thighs and began licking and sucking his cock.
"Oh, you're getting so good at that," Donald panted. He stroked the insides of his thighs as he kept his legs parted so his big man could fit more comfortably between them.
Justin didn't answer. The only sounds Donald's slave made were moans of delight as he licked, teased, swallowed, and savored Donald's cock until the older man had no choice but to cum.
Wright licked him clean before raising his head. "Which way to you want to do it?" he asked.
"What would you like?" Donald asked.
"I want to see your face," Justin said passionately. "I want to make sure there's nothing but pleasure there."
Donald felt another flutter of soul deep pleasure in his stomach. They'd been coming right and left since he'd brought Justin home. The man was supposed to be a sex slave, a servant, a temporary thrill. Instead the other man was becoming a necessity.
Lake had hoped that Justin would keep things professional between them since Donald hadn't been able to. Instead, every day the two men became closer and more intimate. Donald loved to please the young man, and Justin loved to please Donald.
"Okay," Donald whispered as he waited for Justin to mount him. Maybe he should have stopped and tried to put some distance between them, but he didn't want to. Even though this was temporary, Donald was going to greedily take all he could from Justin.
"Okay, I'm going to do it," Justin puffed as he aligned himself and pressed inside Donald.
Lake moaned his approval as his body accepted Justin's cock. Justin started moving, sending wave after wave of pleasure through Donald with every thrust of his powerful hips.
Donald had never been fucked by a man so much larger than himself before. It was incredible, but only because Justin wasn't just mindlessly pounding him.
It seemed as if the younger man had absorbed every lovemaking session they'd had. Donald could see his own techniques being used by Justin as the two of them moved together.
"Gawd, it can't feel this good," Justin declared before kissing Donald hard. "Lord, Baby, you feel so fucking good." The big man changed his angle. "Shit, Baby, that's even better." He twisted his hips as he moved in and out. "Damn, it's all good!"
Justin released his grip on Donald's hips and latched onto the smaller man's nipples. "Do you like this, Baby? Do you like me fucking your hot ass?"
"Yes, yes," Donald gasped. Lake wrapped his legs tightly around the younger man and humped upward as his orgasm coursed through his body. "Gawd!"
"Oh, Baby, oh, oh, oh!" Justin made gurgling noises as his spunk filled his condom. "Gawd, Baby, tell them I died a happy man." He kissed Donald softly before easing out of him.
Donald rolled toward Justin. "Baby?" he asked.
Justin blushed and moved his lips, but made no sound for almost a minute. "I'm sorry, Master." He ducked his head. "Are you going to punish me now?"
Donald hoped the trembling he saw in the other man's body was from the force of his orgasm and not from fear. Lake didn't want fear from Justin Wright. Fear had no place in their lives, certainly not in their love life. "No, I'm not going to punish you. It's just that no one has *ever* called me Baby."
Justin looked puzzled. "No one?"
"Not since my grandma passed away," Donald assured him.
Justin snuggled down onto Donald's chest, making himself small against the older man. He traced Donald's lower lip with his thumb. "Were you offended by my calling you Baby?"
"No, I wasn't. It's sweet," Donald assured him. "Just don't get sappy on the names. No Sugar anything. No Sweetie anything. No fruits or vegetables," he said firmly.
Justin grinned, but it faded. "Of course as my master you can call me anything you want, but I beg you--" Wright looked up with such pleading in his eyes that it caused another emotional quake in Donald's belly.
"What?" Lake prompted.
"Please, never call me Whore. I'm your bitch, your slut, your body pillow, but not--"
Donald lifted the younger man's chin and kissed him. "You were never my whore, Justin. You're my companion, my boyfriend, and my hot box of strutting sex appeal. I'll never call you whore," Lake promised.
Justin put his arms around the smaller man and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
Donald stroked the younger man's silky, golden locks. "No, thank you."
Lake kept stroking Justin's hair until the younger man fell asleep. Whore? He'd never thought to call Justin a whore. Yes, the younger man had sold his body for money, but he wasn't a whore. He was Donald's love slave. Yeah, he liked that phrase. His sex slave had evolved into a Love Slave.
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Justin placed the casserole into the oven after reading the instructions very carefully. Your Personal Chef took few chances with the culinarily inept. The instructions were clear and precise. They even had a listing for their website and an emergency phone number if these instructions were beyond you. Thankfully, Wright wasn't that pathetic.
He'd been with Donald for almost two months, and he was finally going to meet his master's partner tonight. Anthony and his lover Nick had been in Europe making buys for customers and, according to Donald, fucking their way across the continent.
Though they'd gone to a play, two concerts, and dozens of dinners out since Justin had arrived, this was their first time entertaining as a couple.
As Donald's sex slave, Justin could have been told to serve the three other men and stand aside from the table, nude and silent. But Donald wanted them to be presented as a couple. It was the way Wright preferred it too. He wanted his status as sex slave to Donald to be a private thing.
The whole 'sex slave/master' thing was hardly put into practice. In everything but the way they had met and gotten together, they were boyfriends, lovers, even... mates. Donald had taught Justin so much about his own sensuality, and Justin liked to think he'd taught the older man about fun and experimentation.
Donald arranged a dozen long stemmed, yellow roses, Justin's favorites, in a crystal vase and moved it to the coffee table in the living room. Things like Justin's favorite flowers, books he wanted to read, even his favorite magazines and papers were making themselves known in the house. Donald didn't have to do that for a sex slave, but it was an expected move for a boyfriend and live-in lover. "How do they look?" Lake asked.
"Beautiful," Justin replied after a moment.
Lake moved into Justin's arms and hugged him. Wright's arms immediately encircled the smaller man. "What's the matter, Justin?"
"I'm just a little nervous about meeting your partner. What if he doesn't like me?" Justin tried to keep the pout out of his voice, but he wasn't successful.
"He'll like you. I'm more worried about him liking you too much. Nick has given him a taste for blondes." Donald scowled dangerously. "I'd have to hurt him if he tried."
Justin smiled before tilting the smaller man's head up for a kiss. He'd needed that bit of reassurance. Normally he was cocky, but not when it came to Donald. All the angst he'd missed by growing up an athletic, handsome, white, blonde, male overachiever had risen up to bite him on the ass now.
Right on time, Anthony and Nick arrived at their door. Justin was surprised to find out that Anthony Morton was even larger than himself. Donald's partner was very dark skinned, highly muscled, and had a deep rich voice. He shook Justin's hand without trying to crush it.
Nick Ambrose was Anthony's opposite in so many ways, but the two of them fit together well visually. Wright almost grinned when he noted that the ultra handsome, blonde, blue-eyed Nick stuck very close to his man after they were all introduced.
Justin served dinner, and the four men ate while Nick and Anthony talked about their European adventures. They loaded the dishwasher, then moved into the living room.
Donald pulled one of the roses out of the vase and teased Justin's lips with it. Wright was glad the thorns had already been removed, because he didn't want his man to get pricked.
Donald replaced the soft petals with his own lips, and the two men kissed as if they were alone. "I want you," Donald whispered. "I want you now."
"Here?" Justin asked.
"No, the bedroom. If I got you naked here, both Nick and Anthony would want to put their dicks in your beautiful ass." Donald turned to his friends. "Anthony, Nick, help yourselves to anything you want. I need to speak to Justin about something in private."
The two men rushed up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Justin barely got his pants down around his knees before Donald was on his back, humping his cock between Justin's tight cheeks.
They fell on the bed where Justin managed to get his pants off before Donald began sucking on his cock. He hadn't worn underwear since he'd stepped into the house. They'd only bought cold weather underwear for Justin on their shopping trip.
Justin had his head thrown back in joy as Donald worked the full length of his cock. He loved twisting his fingers in the smaller man's braids under any circumstance, but to do it while his lover was sucking him was just wicked. "Damn, Baby, you do that so well," Wright moaned.
Donald kissed his way up and down the larger man's cock. "Almost as well as you ride my cock, lover," the older man replied wickedly.
"Gawd, yes," Justin begged. In less than two months, Donald had turned Justin from innocent virgin to begging slut. "Put that monster up my fuck hole."
"It's coming, big boy. It's coming," he promised.
Justin pumped his own cock while waiting for his master to fill him up, stretch him wide, and send him screaming to orgasm. He diddled his ass, thinking about his man's fingers, tongue, and cock filling him up. "Need it, need it, need it," the big man chanted.
"Easy, lover, easy," Donald soothed as he began working his cock into Justin. "I'm going to take you so good."
Justin pushed up, greeting every thrust of Donald's with a grunt of pure pleasure. He was so caught up in their lovemaking, Justin almost didn't notice Anthony and Nick standing in the open doorway.
The two men stood side by side, watching them as if Justin and Donald were on a movie screen. Instead of shock or anger, it turned him on. He was a fucking porn star, bottoming for one of the most handsome and sought after super studs in film.
"Do it, Baby, do it to me," Justin begged.
Donald pumped with full-length, hard strokes into Justin. In this position they could kiss and did. Justin loved to kiss Donald and was happy the other man also loved to kiss him.
"I love your sexy mouth," Donald asserted before he licked Justin's lower lip. His strong hands kept the larger man's legs parted and pushed back. "I love being with you."
"They're watching us," Justin whispered.
Donald's eyes widened and it seemed to take a supreme effort to turn his head. Lake looked toward the door and moaned. "Gawd."
"Don't stop, lover. Please don't stop," Justin begged. To Justin's delight, Donald didn't stop. He kept pumping until Justin knew they were *both* going over. Without having to touch his cock, Justin sent a thick stream of cum onto Donald's chest. Donald came and gently lowered the larger man's legs. "Gawd, Baby, that was divine," Justin declared before kissing his master.
Justin turned his head to see if Nick and Anthony were still standing in the doorway. They were. The two men were holding hands and sporting obvious erections.
"Donald, I didn't see Justin's name on the payroll. I expect to see that corrected Monday. You obviously need an assistant like Justin. I know Nick has made all the difference for me." Anthony scooped up Nick. "Nick and I need to borrow one of your beds. Ignore my screaming. I actually like what he's going to do to me." The big man grinned.
"You slut," Nick mock-complained before kissing his lover.
"But I'm your slut, Nick-love, and only yours," Anthony replied before carrying the smaller man off.
Justin gently rubbed his master's back. "I'm sure you can talk him out of that on Monday," he assured the older man.
"Why would I talk him out of it?" Donald asked. "You've been a tremendous help to me in the business."
"What are you going to tell him when you send me away?" Justin asked, trying to keep the hurt and fear out of his voice.
"Lover, you may leave, but I'll never send you away," Donald replied firmly. "You're a keeper."
Justin closed his eyes as the knot in his stomach untied itself and disappeared. He could stay. He was wanted. "So are you," Wright answered.
Downstairs, Nick and Anthony began a sexual chant.
"Want to go down and watch them?" Donald asked.
"No, I just want to hold you. Nothing turns me on more than that," Justin answered before taking another kiss from his man.
-- Roll Credits --
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