Big Poppa ~ Part II

11.
The suit fitted Jean perfectly. It was tailor made, black, with a crisp white shirt and a silk tie. He was wearing the same sort of boots Siarl was wearing; black snake-skin. They were comfortable. Jean loved looking at himself. Siarl was already spoiling him.

Jean knew the man was feeling a little awkward. He knew he was taking things too fast. So he kept at a distance, working rather than being around him all the time, giving the man time to adapt. It seemed to work. Siarl was happy to see him in the office every now and then, and he didn’t object to spending the night -or rather, the day- in his private room with him. Jean didn’t tell him he loved him. It was way too early for that, and he wanted the man to say it first. He had patience. So far, he had a great time.

For a few weeks now, Jean walked around the club during opening hours. At first, he simply enjoyed watching the sex in every room. Of course it turned him on. He rubbed his cock through his pants, knowing he would be in bed with Siarl later.
That day, he watched a man slamming his hips against the spread cheeks of a masked slave, and he felt bored. If all they wanted to do was to fuck a masked man, why didn’t they just do it at home? Why pay a lot of money to do it in a club?
With a frown, he walked to the other side of the sling. They were in a private room, a beautifully decorated barn. The fact it had a sling was no problem, as the hay was fake anyway. It was the fact that slave couldn’t enjoy it.
Without consulting the master first, he unzipped the mask. The slave held his breath, catching his gaze. The master’s hips stalled, but he said nothing. He wouldn’t dare to say anything nasty to Jean.

“Get up,” Jean said, pushing the slave against a shoulder. The man wasn’t tied up. He helped him out of the sling. “Come. Pretend you’re cleaning the stables.”

The master watched his slave walking away from him, opening a fake stable at the end. The horse was lifelike, but made of wood and fake hides. It had an impressive cock for those who wanted to know what it was like.

“Look at him,” Jean said, standing next to him. “He’s a handsome little cowboy, isn’t he? I bet he gets turned on by that horse... Look at how he reaches out for that cock. Kneel down,” he said to the slave, who obeyed instantly. “Lick that cock. Suck it in your mouth. It’s only a toy, so don’t feel awkward, okay?”

“What should I do?” the master asked softly, glancing at Jean.

“You play, of course... That’s why you’re here, aren’t you? Play you’re a cowboy, walking in on him. He’s being bad with your pride. That’s your champion! Oh, he deserves a punishment now...”

The man blinked, a smile slowly appearing. His cock had gone limp, but was rapidly growing again. “Yes,” he breathed. “He’s bad. He should suck my cock instead...”

“Wash yourself first. And then you’re free to do whatever you want to do. Just remember you’re a cowboy, okay?” Jean left the man to it, but listened at the door. He could hear the voices. They were acting now, pretending to be cowboys who had never heard about homosexuality. Soon, the words were muffled. They were kissing. Jean almost cheered.

He wanted to see the Dungeon. It was his favorite room, after all. He wanted to see a naked man tied up on the rack, with a master torturing him. To his disappointment, there was no master. A big man was sitting on a stool, naked, shivering in the cold. Jean looked around. “Where is your master?”

“There is none,” said the slave, humbly averting his eyes.

“Mm...” Knowing there was a camera in the corner, Jean looked up. He grinned. “Then I will be your master,” he said. After all, Siarl had promised him he could have a slave. “Are you experienced?”

“Yes, my Master.” Jean could hear the capital M.

“Excellent. Get up, you witch!” he suddenly snarled. He grabbed the man in his hair, yanking him up. “You have been accused of sodomizing! How do you plead?”

“Ah!” The man staggered, shocked for a moment. “I plead innocence, sir! I’m innocent!”

“Of course,” Jean growled. “But you will confess, sooner or later. I will make you confess your sins. Down on the rack! Spread your limbs!” As the slaved hurried to obey, Jean wondered of Siarl was watching. He hoped he would. He wanted the man to show up. He tied the wrists and ankles, and walked to the wheels at the man’s head. He turned them agonizingly slowly, tightening the ropes and chains. “Will you confess?” he stayed in his role.

“Argh! No! No sir, I didn’t do it!” The man grunted as the chains were tightened even more. Of course Jean stopped before it would damage him, but he couldn’t move a muscle.

“I can see you like it,” Jean growled, flicking a finger against the eagerly growing cock. “This cock has penetrated a man’s ass, hasn’t it? Well?”

“No!” The slave also kept his role perfectly. “It never did! I never penetrated a man, sir!”

“But I don’t believe you, do I...” Jean slid his warm hands over the man’s belly, slowly caressing the hairy skin. He slid up to the firm tits, and squeezed. “Look at those beautiful nipples. Did your mate bite them, witch? Did the devil lick your tits, like so?”

The slave opened his mouth in a silent plea, shivering as Jean licked his nipples. The warm lips closed around them, sucking, and nipping him. “Oh...”

“You like that, witch?” Jean breathed, blowing cool air over the hard, wet knobs. He got up, sliding his hands along the man’s sides, and walked to a shelf. “I want them hard,” he said, returning with clamps. “I want them to burn... with every breath you take.” He clamped each nipple, and flicked against them. The cock jerked up. The slave licked his lips, breathing slowly. “Nice...?”

“Ah... Yes...”

“Are you confessing already?”

“No!”

“I thought so. You want me to try harder, don’t you? It takes a lot of pain, to make you confess.” He walked to another shelf, as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Slightly disturbed, he answered it.

“I’m watching you,” he heard Siarl say in a husky tone. “Do everything. I want to watch you. Hurt him, fuck him. Do it.”

“It will be my pleasure.” Jean blew a kiss to the camera, and disconnected. He took a supple whip with a cock-shaped handle and a dozen leather straps.

The slave loved to be whipped. Jean didn’t hurt him real bad. He reddened the skin of the man’s legs, occasionally caressing the stripes. Slinging the straps around, he even slapped against the man’s balls, dragging happy groans from the unwilling lips.
After a while, Jean put the whip away, and he took the Iron Maiden. He knew how it worked, by now. The pins were blunt and retractable. With enough lube, it was a joy to be jacked off with it. Jean used plenty of lube. The iron casket snapped shut, enclosing the cock and balls completely, and he slid his fingers between the spread cheeks.
The slave sighed deeply, and smiled.

Jean pushed his fingers deeply inside, slowly and thoroughly fingering him. Meanwhile, he moved the Iron Maiden up and down, with studious care. “Are you confessing?” he asked.

The man blinked, returning to earth. He had been completely lost in his pleasure. “No,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t even know what sodomizing is!”

“Oh, you want a demonstration! Why didn’t you say so... I would be happy to show you. But first...” Jean opened the iron case, and put it aside. He blew on the red skin, licked it, and sucked him in his mouth. He pushed his fingers deeper, rubbing up against the man’s tender gland. If he could, the slave would have pushed up in his mouth. As it were, he merely groaned louder.
Jean sucked him for a while, bringing him to the edge of climaxing. The slave obviously loved it. He moaned deeply, rolling his head from left to right on the rough wood. He protested quietly when Jean drew back completely. “Time for a demonstration,” Jean smiled. He loosened the man’s restraints, and helped him up.

In the corner of the room, another torturing device was waiting. It was a padded, slightly horse-like shape. Jean pushed the man over it, chaining the wrists to the rings in the floor. He kicked the legs apart. He took a leather strap, and tied it around the man’s balls and cock. Not too tightly, as he wanted him to squirm. He fastened a chain, pulled it all the way down to the floor, and clicked it around a ring. Now, it was time for some real action. He took another whip.

Up in the office, Siarl opened his pants. He watched the monitor, and was disappointed they didn’t have sound. He would love to hear that slave crying out as his lover whipped him, a lot harder this time. He knew Jean would love to have a slave. He would get him one, for real. For now, he was happy to watch the big man squirm like that. “Fuck him,” Siarl whispered, licking his lips. “Oh yes, I want to see you slam against those trembling cheeks, baby... Mm...”

Not knowing what his lover was saying, Jean stopped whipping, but he didn’t fuck the man yet. Again, he didn’t get a confession, and the slave stated he still didn’t know what sodomizing was. He took the lube, spread it royally over the three fingers of his right hand, and pushed them harshly through the supple muscle. The slave cursed through clenched teeth.
“No do you get the idea?” Jean asked, still playing.

“It’s getting to me,” the slave grunted breathlessly. “Ah... Deeper, Master... Oh yes...”

“If you come before me, I take that as an confession,” Jean warned. “Then I’ll stop and throw you in the fire, do you hear me?”

“Yes. Yes! I understand, Master... Don’t burn me. Please. Mm...”

Jean grinned, turning his wrist to add more friction. Slowly, he pulled back, and he wiped his hands. He undressed, completely, deliberately slowly in front of the camera. He jerked his cock, making it hard, and lubed up. Without warning, he pushed up between the legs. The slave uttered a delighted cry, and he began to fuck him.

Siarl sighed again, trembling this time. Jean was looking into the camera for a while, until his eyes fluttered close. Siarl’s wrist moved quicker under the desk. He breathed faster, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. He didn’t want to miss a second.

Reaching around, Jean grabbed the slave’s cock in a greased fist. The man protested feebly as he began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. “Master!” he cried pleadingly. “You make me come!” Shamelessly squirming and groaning, the man expressed his pleasure. His scream was raw when he came, and he clamped around Jean’s cock.

Jean laughed softly. “So you confess!” he yelled. “You have sodomized! You have been penetrated by a man, and you loved it!”

“Yes! Yes! I loved it! Fuck me! Do it pleaaase!”

Trembling on his legs, Jean slammed inside, bending his head back in delight. He cried out as he came, spurting his release deep in the man’s rectum. He bucked and shook a few times, until he was completely satisfied.

In the office, Siarl came with fat squirts. “Baby! Yes! Ah damn... You’re so in for a hard fuck, tonight, Jeanie my love...”

The ass was dripping as Jean pulled out. He huffed, caressing the perspiring ass and hips. “Wow, that was great.”

“Hell yeah,” the slave agreed breathlessly. “That was the best fuck I ever had, in here.” He was limp as Jean released him, and only pushed up a bit, still catching his breath. “This was why I came here in the first place,” he sighed. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Jean winked at him. “Take your time now, hm? Have a drink at the bar. I’m going to the office.”

“The office?” The man blinked, and his mouth formed a shocked ‘o’. “You are one of the bosses!” he gasped.

“Yes. My name is Jean.” To his surprise, the man dropped on his knees.

“Thank you, Master Jean!” the man said, his face pressed against his feet. “It’s been an honor!”

Jean tried to repress a chuckle. “And a pleasure, I’m sure.” He stepped back, and ruffled the man’s wet hair. “Get a drink. Spread the word of how you got fucked by me.”

“Damn right I will! Oh!” Still in awe, the man ran out of the room.

Jean stayed behind, cleaning the toys he had used, and neatly putting them back on the shelves. He cleared the sperm from the floor before he left with his clothes under his arm. He went straight up to the office, feeling a little nervous. It turned out he had nothing to worry about.

Siarl grabbed him as soon as he walked in, kissing him madly. “I came, and I’m still worked up,” he grunted. “Get on the bed, you!”

Stunned, Jean let him pull him in his private room. He landed on his stomach. Siarl was naked in no time, and fell on top of him, fumbling between his legs. He had lubed his cock, he noticed, as the cock slowly entered his unprepared ass. “Siarl!”

“Jean...” Siarl replied with a groan. “You made me so hot, with that slave... I loved the way you spanked him. I loved how you fucked him! Ngh!”

“Oh!” Glad he was relaxed, Jean received the whole length without much discomfort. He turned his head to kiss his lover as the man began to fuck him, and sucked on his tongue. Siarl didn’t need much time. He came with loud, pleased grunts, and it was obvious how much he had been turned on by the whole display.

“Baby...” Siarl nuzzled him, giving loving kissed on his cheek and shoulder, still buried deep inside. “You are the best that ever happened to me... I will give you a slave, all for yourself. You wanted a dog. I will give you one. A human dog you can pet and keep, my sweet.”

Jean could just imagine Delwyn’s look on his face, and he grinned broadly. “I would like that,” he admitted.

“Excellent.” Finally, Siarl pulled out and away. “I will get you a slave. Tell me what you wish, my darling.”

Still grinning, Jean crawled up against him. “I would like him to be like Del,” he said with gleaming eyes. “Blond and pretty.”

“Naughty,” laughed Siarl. “No problem, darling. A young and pretty blond slave. Don’t forget he’s your dog though; he won’t be your friend.”

“Dogs are a man’s best friend,” Jean chuckled. He kissed him deeply. “Mm. I will keep him on a leash, and scratch his belly!”

“You can do anything with him,” promised Siarl with a wink. “He’ll be all yours.”

Jean smiled, fantasizing about a pretty boy all for himself. He could think of many little games to play. “I still want to be your lover, though,” he said firmly.

Siarl caressed his face, kissing him. “And you will be,” he stated. “Don’t you worry, ever.”