Big Poppa ~ Part II

14.
Delwyn didn’t have to do much in the kitchen. Poppa was clearly looking for an excuse to stay out of the lounge, and took his time to prepare dinner himself. It was still early, far too early for dinner.
Siarl stood up from his loveseat. “Boys, try out that tub outside,” he said in his characteristic calm tone.

Jean immediately stood up, but Delwyn scowled at him. “You’re not my man,” he muttered.

“Delwyn,” said Poppa, friendly but firmly, “how about you and Jean have a dip? Siarl and I have a lot to discuss.”

With a sigh, Delwyn got up. He went to the loft to get the towels. Muttering under his breath, he undressed, pulling on a robe and slippers. He had a set for Jean as well. Stubbornly, he grabbed the set they had brought for Siarl. When the men wanted to have ‘grown-ups’-talk together, they didn’t need a bathrobe.
“I hope you’ll act normal again soon,” he said to Poppa, when he went down again. “I hate it to be left out.”

Poppa pulled him closer, and gave him a kiss. “I’m sorry you feel that way, pretty. I doubt you will find it interesting to discuss the other cabin.”

“I am interested in plans for the future,” Delwyn said. “What will happen to our friendship?”

“Why don’t you discuss that with Jean, in the tub? It will relax you. You wanted that bath outside. Use it.”

Unable to win at all, Delwyn gave in. He handed the towels and bathrobes to Jean, and walked out, dropping the robe on a chair. Naked -sorry he had no bathing gear- he lowered himself in the hot water. Oh. That was good...

Jean followed shortly, with Pryce. They both climbed in the tub, naked as well, and leaned back. Jean sighed contentedly. “Wow, this is good.”

Delwyn looked at him, and at the blond slave at his side. The young man sat close against him, he saw, with that permanent faint smile and serene face. “So... Jean,” he began, conversationally. “Where did Siarl get him from?”

“I have no idea,” Jean answered. He leaned back, closing his eyes, enjoying the caressing bubbles from the bottom and sides. Visible under the water, he kept one hand on Pryce’s thigh, gently kneading it. “I believe that’s a well-kept secret, but I didn’t ask.”

“You can ask Pryce, can’t you? Where are you from, Pryce? It’s a Welsh name...”

“That’s because I named him when I got him,” Jean smiled. “And he won’t answer you. He only speaks with me, when I order him to talk. I’m not interested in where he came from. What does it matter?”

“He could have been kidnapped when he was a child! He’s awfully young, Jean, I bet he’s a victim of child-abuse, and he’s broken and brainwashed!” Delwyn tried to see any marks of abuse on the smooth body, but he saw none. It surprised him.

“Hm.” Jean turned his head to Pryce, looking him in the eyes. “Pryce, answer me. Have you been abused?”

The slave simply blinked, and he didn’t answer.

“Let me rephrase that. Were you taken from your home when you were a kid, and have you been raped by men you didn’t know?” A nod and a shake of his head. “Do you know your parents?” Again a shake, without emotions. “Are you an orphan?” A nod.

“Jeesh. Can’t you just tell us?” Delwyn got no reply whatsoever.

“Are you happy?” Jean asked. This time, the handsome face split open in a genuine smile, and Pryce nodded.

Well, at least that was positive... “Jean, do you whip him and hurt him? You’re in a BDSM club all the time, with violence and sex around you. How do you... use him?”

“Would you whip your dog?” Jean asked, frowning. “I don’t have to hurt him. There are men in the club who are more than willing to be whipped.”

“Okay, but I wouldn’t have sex with my dog either,” Delwyn muttered. “And you sleep with him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, well... He’s a healthy young man with a lot of stamina and needs. So am I. I would bother Siarl all the time if it wasn’t for Pryce. Siarl doesn’t want that. He’s happy to fuck me every now and then, but certainly not every day.”

“Are you serious?” Delwyn thought about his sex life with Big Poppa, and couldn’t imagine not to fuck every night. Sometimes they just cuddled, and he would jerk off next to him while Poppa kissed him, but it was always good. “I would’ve thought Siarl was insatiable, with that performance he gave us in his club...”

“That’s because it was new and kinky. Now he has tasted it, it bores him. He’s a gorgeous man, Del, and he’s good to me. But he is what he is: a businessman with a lot on his hands and little time to play. He’s happy with it. And I am happy to have Pryce.”

As Jean said the young man’s name again, the blonde leaned against him, with his face against Jean’s neck. One hand slid over his master’s stomach, and down. Jean didn’t object when the fingers curled around his limp cock. He looked at Delwyn as if nothing was happening between his legs.

“Siarl got him because they assured him he was trained well,” Jean said, still conversationally. “And before you ask, I don’t know who ‘they’ are. But they lied. Pryce is no well-behaving slave. He has a mind on his own, and does things normal slaves wouldn’t even think of. Like this,” he nodded down. “No slave with a right mind would ever touch their master without being told to do so. A normal master would punish his slave for being bold.”

“Yes. Even I understand that.” Delwyn looked at the young man rubbing up against his friend. Pryce obviously liked to touch Jean. If he didn’t know any better, he would say he was in love. “But you don’t punish him, do you?”

“No.” Jean kissed the blond head, and leaned his cheek against it. He sighed softly as he warmed up by the stroking hand. “I like it, the way Pryce comes to me when he feels the need. Mm... And he’s so goddamn skilled...”

“Don’t come in the water, will you? We just filled it!”

“Stop it, Pryce,” Jean gently commanded. “You can make me come later. Kiss me.”

Delwyn stared at the two as they kissed. Pryce offered his lips, and Jean sucked his mouth on them with so much passion... No way this was a ‘normal’ master-slave relationship. He could see the dueling tongues, heard the sucking and soft moans, and finally blinked. He wouldn’t comment, but this couldn’t be the way Siarl had expected it to be when he gave his younger lover a slave.

“Is this how you expected it to be?” Big Poppa stood in front of the window, looking out at the tub.

“You mean the kissing and all?” Siarl leaned against the window frame, and shrugged. “I didn’t expect much. If Jean were a skilled and dedicated master, I would be surprised. But he’s a normal guy with normal desires, so yeah, I guess I expected something like that.”

“Aren’t you jealous?” Poppa asked, looking at his friend. “I would flip if I saw Del in an embrace like that...”

“No,” Siarl said, thoughtfully. “I’m not jealous. Why would I be? I can be with Jean when I want to.”

“But he’s your lover! That’s what you say, isn’t it? You live with him. Are you in love, at all?”

Again, the dark-haired man shrugged. “I like to have him around, yes. I never had that before, with anyone. But I wouldn’t be able to be with him like you and Delwyn. Being together every day and night? No. I would be bored out of my skull in no time. I’ve been thinking about giving him his own apartment in the new club.”

“You’re a strange man, Siarl,” Poppa grumbled.

“Am I?” Siarl chuckled. “Poppa, I think you are strange, for dedicating your life to Delwyn. You don’t understand me, and I don’t understand you. But we can live with that. Can’t we?”

“Yeah,” the bear said after a moment. “I guess we can. Want to join them?”

“No. You can, if you want to... But I want a drink.”

Poppa didn’t want to join them either. He would have a dip later, after dinner. Perhaps he wouldn’t even mind to have Pryce in the same tub. He wasn’t sure if he felt it correctly, but as long as he thought about Price as a quiet lover of Jean, he was more at ease. He would be able to accept it, eventually. But a playful night like they had at the club, would be out of the question.

*

Normally, Pryce wouldn’t be allowed at the dinner table. Only because the idea of ‘feeding’ the man elsewhere freaked Poppa and Delwyn out, he was allowed to sit next to Jean. He had excellent table manners. Still, it was an awkward evening, with long silences. They were all glad to leave the table to have coffee on the sofa. Poppa didn’t feel like having a dip after all. He wanted an early night. It would take some time, to get used to the situation.

Upstairs, Poppa told Delwyn what Siarl had said to him. Delwyn was shocked to hear the man didn’t love his friend the way they loved each other. He had wanted his friend to have a true and dedicated man... This was not what he had in mind, when Siarl stepped through that door the first time.

In the lounge, Siarl had a jet-lag. He was used to work all night and to sleep only a few hours a day. He took a few pills, covered his eyes with a silk mask, and fell asleep on the far edge.

Pryce crawled against Jean like he had done in the hot tub. After all, Jean had told him he could make him come ‘later’.

Jean didn’t object to the stroking hand. He lay on his back, legs spread under the blankets, and caressed Pryce’s back and head as he allowed the warm feeling to flow through his lower belly. “Suck me,” he whispered. He sighed when Pryce pushed the blankets off him, obeying instantly. He loved that skilled tongue. “Don’t make me come,” he warned quietly. He knew Pryce would quickly suck him to a climax if he didn’t tell him to slow down.

As soon as Jean’s testicles retracted in his loins, Pryce drew his head away. The cock flopped on the belly, hard and leaking, and he blew on the head as he looked at Jean with expectation.

Jean stretched, feeling content and relaxed. With a sigh, he sat up, to take some lube from his clothes. He sat on his knees. “Lay on your back,” he whispered, quietly so the others wouldn’t hear him. “And no sounds, alright?”

Nodding, Pryce lay on his back, spreading his legs. Jean pushed a pillow under his butt, so he wouldn’t have to use too much strength. Jean lubed his cock, pushed a bit of the grease in Pryce’s ass, and lay down on top of him. Without as much of a warning, he pushed through the ring of muscle. The blond slave sighed, closing his eyes. He reached up, wrapping his arms around Jean’s neck, and relaxed.

Jean pushed up until his balls hit the notch. He buried his face against the side of the other’s neck to keep quiet, and savored the slick, hot pressure around his shaft. He could feel the strong muscles, contracting around him. Pushing his arms under the slender body to keep him close, he drew his hips back, and pushed down again. Pryce shivered, and briefly held his breath. As he breathed out, it was with a soft moan, which they quickly stifled with a kiss.

Jean loved to fuck his slave slowly. He had never hurt him, so far, and didn’t think he ever would. There was no urge, to hurt him. He could hurt as many men as he wanted in the club.
He loved to be with Siarl in bed. The man could fuck like no other, always leaving him completely satisfied and wiped out. But even that simply couldn’t compare to the delicious warmth of Pryce’s slender body, and his gorgeous silky ass.
Jean loved to have a slave. For him, Pryce was perfect. He knew any other master would kick the boy out in no time, for being subordinate and far too bold, but for Jean he was simply perfect. He wanted that passion. He loved the kisses, the grasping hands, the leaking cock between their bodies as he pushed in and out, slowly, thoroughly...

“Mm...!” Pryce pushed his tongue deep in Jean’s mouth, tensing his legs around his hips. He pushed up hard, with uncontrolled, shaky movements, and he wet their bodies with an enormous amount of sperm.

Jean pulled his arms tighter as he realized he had just given his slave an anal orgasm. Breaking the kiss, he looked down on the twisted face, and grinned. “I love it when you do that,” he said under his breath. “My sweet, eager puppy... Mph!”

Pryce shut him up with another passionate kiss. He moved his hips, indicating he wanted to be fucked now. Jean happily gave him what he wanted, moving harder and faster until he could no longer withstand. With a muffled grunt, he released himself deep in Pryce’s body, spurting as if there would be no end to it.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Jean rolled on his back. He was sweaty and exhausted, but utterly satisfied. Pryce crawled half on top of him, silently begging for a cuddle. Jean was happy to give it to him. He held him with an arm, and gave him a few soft, lazy kisses, smiling as he looked at him. “You make me happy,” he whispered.

Pryce replied with a warm kiss and a wink, and he curled up against him for a peaceful, long night.