Big Poppa ~ Part II

I wonder how Poppa will react to this 'pet' XD

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12.
In the following weeks, Jean came up with much more ideas for the new addition to the club. As Siarl kept protesting they were a BDSM club, he came up with a plan.
“The Blue Lotus,” he said. He was sitting on the sofa, with Siarl working behind his laptop. Paul and Alex were at the other desk, working on the new memberships. They had a lot more members, since Jean was walking around, teaching the men to role-play properly.
“You should make a second club for softer games.”

“A second club?” The three men looked up, staring at him. “And how do you see that, Jeanie?”

“It will be great. You make a second club, and your members can either be at one or the other. If they want to be in both, they need two memberships. At a reduced price. We want them to have full memberships, of course.”

“Okay...” Siarl nodded thoughtfully, and saw the other two nodding as well. “And you would call it the Blue Lotus?”

“Yes! Sounds good, doesn't it? Then you can finally stop complaining about how I soften your members,” he grinned. “What do you say?”

“Good suggestion...” Siarl still nodded slowly, thinking it over. “We'll have to hurry up with the rooms... It may still take a while before it's all finished.”

“Let's set a deadline of a year. That will be enough, won't it?”

The men laughed at that. “I told you the Dungeon took two years, darling, remember? And that was only one room!”

“Yes, but you didn't have me around to whip your craftsmen, did you? I bet I can make them work faster. You better get all the electricity done first.” He put his magazine away, and pulled his legs under his butt. “With all those new members, you have more money to spend. It will take a bit of investment, I'm sure. But just think at all the members you will attract!”

“I'm thinking, I'm thinking...” Siarl promised. “Let us talk this over first, and I'll come back to it, okay?” He stood up, closing his laptop. “Come with me for a moment. I have to give you something.”

The club was closed that day, and the cleaners had gone. Jean enjoyed the peace in the Dome, and breathed in the fresh scent. It was a welcome different to the sweat and sperm he smelled every day. “Is it a present?” he asked, happily following his big lover. He loved the presents the man gave him. Usually it was a great outfit, or a new toy for the rooms. This time, however, the man took him all the way up to the Dungeon.

“Yes, it is a present,” Siarl said as he pushed the door open, only a crack so Jean couldn't look inside yet. “It's very special, and I want you to promise me you will take good care of it. It is all yours, my sweet Jeanie.”

Jean nearly burst with anticipation as Siarl opened the door completely. On the rack, spread out but not tied down, he saw a slender male figure, dressed completely in leather. “Oh!”

“Go on... Get inside, and take a good look.”

Slowly, Jean walked in, barely believing his eyes. He couldn't see anything of the man, other than he was slender and small, as he was completely covered in leather. He had a full mask on, with only a few holes to breathe. “This is my doggie?” he piped, completely in awe.

“Yes, it is. You can unpack him, if you like.” Siarl followed, and sat down. He smiled, highly amused and pleased with Jean's reaction. “He's mature, but young, and he's trained well.”

“And blond?” Jean’s fingers trembled as he tugged on the zipper of the mask, slowly revealing the hair. “He is! Oh!” It wasn’t dyed, he saw. The sleek, blond locks fell out of the mask. It was wet with perspiration. He slowly unzipped more, but he didn’t reveal the face just yet. That would be the last to unpack, like the cherry on the cake. “It’s not even my birthday yet,” he chuckled.

“I know. I’ll think of something else for that day. I couldn’t resist to give you a reward for your good behavior.”

With another chuckle, Jean left the slave for a moment, to kiss Siarl firmly on the lips. “Thank you,” he said passionately. “Oh, thank you! Now I’ll unpack him. What’s his name?”

“Oh no... I’ll tell you nothing. That’s all for you to find out.”

Almost squealing, Jean pulled the man’s gloves off. The hands were slender, with perfectly manicured nails. He couldn’t resist to see the feet as well. They were just as delicate. Jean clapped his hands, squealed for real, and very slowly pulled down the long zipped of the body suit. “Ohh...” he breathed as he saw the smooth, pale skin. He was perfect! He unzipped it completely, looking at the beautiful, slightly hard cock, with barely any pubic hair and smooth testicles. “Yamm-yamm! Look at that beauty! Oh! I have to look at his face...”
Slightly breathless, his heart pounding heavily, he pulled the mask away. Two bright, green eyes looked straight at him. The heart-shaped face, smoothly shaven, was as delicate as the rest. He smiled a bit, showing a row of perfect white teeth.
“Oh, he’s gorgeous!” Jean exclaimed happily. “Siarl, thank you!” Turning to the dark man, he gave him a firm hug. “Thank you, thank you! Thank you!”

Siarl laughed, answering the embrace. “I’m very glad you like him,” he said. “Get acquaintance, hm? I’m going back to work. Like I said, you can do anything you like, with him.”

Jean could barely believe it. He had a slave! A real, true, trained slave! Again clapping his hands in the most delighted manner, he looked at the now naked man on the rack. When he was alone, he gave him another good look. “Hi!” he said, eyes still wide. “I’m Jean. What’s your name, beautiful?”

The green eyes narrowed a little as the smile broadened. He lifted an elegant hand and showed Jean a card. “Name me,” it said.

“Oh! I should name you myself? Oh dear...” Of course he had thought about names for his slave. Siarl had promised him he would get one, after all. First he had been temped to call him Winnie, but of course he didn’t. This was no substitute for Delwyn, even though he had joked about it. “Then I will name you,” he said, softly. He leaned over the blonde, and brushed his lips with his own. “I will call you Pryce.” He sealed it with a soft, warm kiss.

In the office, Paul switched off the camera of the Dungeon. “You know best, I reckon,” he said to his boss. “I wouldn’t give my lover a slave though...”

“You’re insecure and jealous,” shrugged Siarl. “I’m not. Jean wanted a dog, and now he has one. He can love him with all his might. It would only make me happy to see him happy. Did you see his reaction?”

Yes, they did. They went back to work when Siarl began to talk about Jean’s ideas. There was a lot to do. It was for the best, to keep Jean entertained elsewhere. Now they could actually do something.

Jean pulled Pryce up from the rack, and folded the leather clothes. “Come! Let’s give you a bath. You’re all sweaty!” Taking the slender hand, he tugged him to one of the big showers in the hall. Inside, he undressed, and turned the taps.
It was a brand new room. Siarl had already planned to make a bigger shower, but Jean had come up with the idea of building a large tub as well. Since he spent most of his time at the club, he wanted some comfort. And the guests loved it, of course. Today it was all his, so he stepped in, helped Pryce, and sat down. The bath would take a while to fill. In the meantime, he had full view on the smooth slave.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said in awe. “Come between my arms. I want to explore you!”

The blond slave turned around, and leaned with his back against Jean’s chest. He smiled faintly as Jean began to soap his legs, and his cock grew just a big harder. Jean ignored it, and soaped his belly and chest, then his arms, finishing with his armpits. With thick soap all over him, Jean started his exploration with his hands. He felt every dip and curve. Pryce closed his eyes, relaxing with his head bent back on the other’s shoulder.

Jean loved every inch of his new toy. The skin was so smooth, yet without stubble, so he wasn’t shaved. There were absolutely no marks, no imperfections. Pryce was a doll. When he had felt everything, he slid his soapy hands down, brushing over the cock. It instantly hardened some more. Pryce spread his legs a bit, allowing the hands to slide under his balls, to feel his hidden treasure between the soft, round cheeks. It was tempting to fuck him just like that, it really was. Especially since Pryce was ‘trained’ as Siarl had put it. He had clearly no objections to anything.
Looking at the boy’s face, Jean watched his reaction as he closed one hand around the cock, and slid the other one deeper to enter the ass. To his pleasure, he saw the lips purse and eyes closing tighter. Trained, but not brainwashed. Perfect.

Jean was aroused by the whole experience. He pushed Pryce up a bit, pushed his cock down, and let the boy sit on his cock. He didn’t enter the ass. It was much nicer to stay on the edge, instead of coming already. As he moved his hips, he rubbed between the cheeks. The boy closed his legs, putting more pressure on him, and relaxed again. Jean stroked him slowly. The soft sigh made him swoon. “Do you like that?” he whispered in the small ear. He licked and kissed the lobe.

“Mm...” Pryce only moaned, very softly. It was affirmative. Of course it was... But the slight blush proved Jean he meant it.

The slick water had reached their hips now. The bath foam bubbled up against their bodies, and he couldn’t see his hands anymore. Jean pushed it a bit aside, looking at the pink head, with the little hole winking at him as he stroked. “I like it too,” he whispered. “Kiss me.” He licked the offered tongue, and sucked it in his mouth, speeding up his hand a bit. He heard the breathing, heavier now, and shivered in delight. His own cock was throbbing. He knew he was leaking precome already, but still, he didn’t want to fuck him. Not yet. He knew Pryce would do anything, but didn’t want to give the impression he only wanted him as a big Fleshlight.

Pryce didn’t try to coax him to do anything else. He gasped occasionally, bit his lower lip as Jean broke the kiss, and kept his eyes shut. The water sloshed as he moved a bit into the stroking hand. His own hand closed around Jean’s wrist, caressing it, and his chest was now raising with every deep breath. “Mm...”

For what Jean had seen in the club, slaves weren’t allowed to touch the masters or make a sound without being told to do so. Siarl had said Pryce was trained, but apparently he wasn’t trained enough. Jean didn’t mind at all. He rather had a passionate toy than a limp pupped. “Would you like to come?” he whispered, keeping a close look at the deepening blush.

Pryce nodded. He writhed now, his slim brows furrowing. He was rubbing his legs together, stimulating his testicles with his thighs. “Ah...”

At least he wasn’t mute, Jean noticed to his pleasure. He pulled his arms firmly around the waist to keep him in place, and stroked faster, ready to make him come. Pryce reached behind him, gripping his hair. Now that was bad behavior, Jean thought with a grin. He licked the slave’s shoulder and neck, biting the wet spots, pushing his hips up and down in pace with the squirms.

“Ah! Mm!” Pryce tried to be quiet, he really did. But still, he cried out softly as he reached his orgasm, stiffening in Jean’s arms. He sighed deeply as he relaxed again, leaning heavily back. He was smiling again, but kept his eyes closed.

Jean waited until the heated blush had faded. He cuddled him, and kissed his cheek. “I think you liked that,” he mumbled, amused. He was rock hard himself. The bath was full enough now, and he closed the taps, leaning back with his new toy between his arms.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized he had been sleeping for a while. One look on Pryce’s face told him the boy was asleep, breathing slowly, his face serene and happy. As Jean moved, he noticed he was still hard. His balls were cramping. He really had to do something about that, or he would be sore for hours.
Gently nudging Pryce, he woke him up, and pushed him off his lap.

Pryce blinked sleepily, repressing a yawn. The water reached to his chin as he leaned against the side, and he spread his arms to push up a bit.

Jean leaned over him. “Gotta come,” he whispered. “Want to help me?”

Pryce nodded, eyes widening. He followed Jean with his eyes as the man climbed out of the bath, sitting on the rim with his legs in the water. Immediately, he knelt in front of him, leaning down.

Jean leaned on his hands as the warm mouth sucked over his cock. Suddenly, he knew how well-trained Pryce really was. “Take your time!” he whispered urgently, as he nearly shot his load in the experienced mouth. The slave pushed deeper down, taking him in his throat, and he closed his eyes with a groan. Bobbing his head slowly up and down, his tongue pressed against the shaft, Pryce sucked him expertly. Jean stood no chance against so much skill. Far too quickly, he cried out, climaxing in the boy’s throat. Pryce swallowed everything, and let go with the sound of a plop. He looked up with expectation, but Jean shook his head slowly.
“Now that was way too quick,” he muttered. “Next time, you will take more time, okay?”

Pryce pouted cutely, averting his eyes. He nodded.

“But you are good,” Jean said to ease the boy’s feelings. He slid back in the water, taking him between his arms. “I’d be happy to discover what else you can do, little puppy.”

True to his nickname and role, Pryce looked up with big puppy-eyes. He pressed his hands against Jean’s nipples, rubbing them against his palms, hardening them. He pinched them softly. Again, it was bad behavior. His new master would have to train him all by himself, it seemed.

For now, Jean wouldn’t want to change anything. He pulled him close, nuzzling him, and gave him a kiss. “One rule, if Siarl didn’t tell you already,” he said softly. “You are mine, and only mine. You will never give yourself to anyone but me, unless I tell you to please someone else. Do you understand?”

Pryce nodded quickly, eyes wide and sincere.

“Good. Now get out of the bath. I need a drink.”

Jean dressed up. Pryce had no clothes yet, so he took his hand, and took him with him through the club naked. He went up to the office.

Siarl was alone. Work was done, and his assistants were allowed to have an early day off. He smiled as the two came in, and immediately stood up to give Jean a glass of wine.

“Pryce can have a drink too,” Jean said. “tell him what you would like,” he ordered.

“Wine, please,” said Pryce. His voice was soft and submissive.

“Nice name,” smiled the dark-haired man, giving the slave a glass. “Are you pleased with him?”

“Yes, I am. But he has to learn,” said Jean, sitting down. He pulled Pryce on the floor, next to his feet.

“He has to learn? I was told he was trained...”

“Oh, he is trained,” smiled Jean, stroking the damp, blond hair. “But not to perfection. I want to collar him.” He lifted the head, looking at the long neck. “Do you have a collar with a padlock?”

“One second.” Siarl walked into their private room, and returned with a collar.

“Perfect.” Jean put his glass down, shifting forward. He fitted the collar around the slave’s neck, and closed the padlock. “Now you are mine,” he smiled pleased. “I’ll give you a tag when I have time. Relax, Pryce, enjoy your wine.”

Siarl grinned broadly at the behavior of his lover. “I’m sure you will have a lot of fun with your puppy,” he said.

“I’m sure I will,” nodded Jean with an equal grin. “And he’s a real turn-on, too. I’m in bad need of your hard cock, handsome... I hope you have saved yourself for me?”

“I didn’t watch you this time,” Siarl assured him. “All my load is for you, baby. As hard as you want it.”