Big Poppa ~ Part II

15.
Poppa seemed more than happy to see them leaving. He would get used to it, he told himself again and again, but that would take some time. It was so odd to see Jean with his blond slave, doing absolutely everything together, like sleeping and showering. It seemed as if Siarl was completely content with the whole situation. They would probably be together, happily ever after, but still. It wasn’t his lifestyle, and he would never get used to it completely. But he would try to accept it. Eventually.

Back at the club, Siarl went up to his office immediately. He could relax, there. Jean didn’t feel like working. They had two days more without guests. He wanted to do something else, not work.

“Are you bored?” Siarl asked, looking up from his already opened laptop. As Jean shrugged and nodded, he hummed. “I told Poppa I wanted to give you your own apartment in the other building. Perhaps you should take a look at what rooms you would like, and make plans for it. Don’t use the whole upper floor, alright? Have fun.”

His own apartment? Jean’s face split open in a wide grin. “Cool! I’ll come up with ideas!”

“I’m sure you will,” Siarl smiled. “Let me know. Now let me work, and don’t disturb me. There’s a lot to do before Paul and Alex arrive.”

Jean quickly left, tugging Pryce with him. He didn’t need the leash, as the boy would follow him anyway, but he liked to hold it. “This is our new club,” he said as he unlocked the door. “The Blue Lotus. It will have nice rooms to play games in, like in the Black Lotus, but then a bit more friendly. Making love instead of just having anonymous sex, do you know what I mean?”

Pryce nodded, standing close against Jean. The leash wasn’t needed as he followed inside quicker than Jean could tug him. Although it wasn’t necessary, Jean locked the door behind him before he walked further into the empty building.
It was all wired now, a true blank canvas. The designers and craftsmen had already made a start in the main room. It would be cave, as Jean suggested. He couldn’t wait to see it finished.

“We’ll have garden,” Jean continued his tour. “With flowers and plants, and a pond with a fountain. Wouldn’t you love to be naked on soft grass, with a warm sun on your skin, and a cool breeze, like on a perfect spring day?”

Again, Pryce nodded, smiling, and his eyes gleamed.

Jean chuckled. “I bet you and I will have a lot of fun together,” he said pleased. “Siarl wouldn’t want to laze around with me, but you would love it, wouldn’t you. I can just picture us, making love for hours in any room we choose.”

Pryce stopped walking. The leash tugged, and Jean turned around. “What’s up?” he asked worriedly, looking at the slave as he stepped closer. Pryce slipped his arms around his waist, and leaned up to give him a soft kiss. Jean didn’t close his eyes, keeping a close look on him. He felt something, deep in his belly. Something he barely recognized. Ignoring it, but at the same time giving in to it, he answered the embrace, and returned the kiss. The tongue pushing into his mouth was demanding and hot. Jean moaned, ever so softly, and he licked along it. “Bad boy,” he whispered, unconvincingly, as they finished the kiss. “Follow me upstairs. We’ll choose some rooms for our apartment.”

They would need a big bathroom, a kitchen, and a lounge-slash-bedroom. Jean didn’t think he needed separated rooms to relax and sleep in. One large room would do just fine. Pryce agreed with everything he suggested, as he had expected, and after hours they returned to the office to tell Siarl what he had come up with.
The dark-haired man got to it so quickly, Jean had the silly idea the man wanted him out of his face.

He wasn’t too far off with his feeling. Siarl loved him, he would give him everything his heart desired, but he simply didn’t want to have him around all day and night. Giving Jean a slave and an apartment would keep the young man happy, and it would give him peace again.
It took only a week to finish the whole apartment. Jean was almost stunned.

“Do you like Christmas?” Jean asked, walking around in his new home. As Pryce shrugged, he nodded. “I’m not particularly fond of it either. I don’t have contact with my relatives anymore. How about we spend it here, together? Without all those silly decorations?” He knew Poppa and Delwyn had invited them over, but somehow he didn’t feel like it. Now Pryce was with him, their friendship would have changed. Siarl would be more than happy to stay at work during the holidays, as it was the busiest time of the year. “I’ll inform Siarl,” Jean said, more to himself.

The apartment was, of course, perfect. Everything Jean had come up with, had been created. The kitchen was luxurious, the bathroom large, he had a great four-posted bed and large sofas. Everything was light and modern, yet it was cozy and comfortable. “We’ll try out that bath later,” Jean promised. “Let’s have bubbles now, hm? See if I can get you a little drunk.”

Pryce sat down on the sofa when Jean told him so. He accepted the glass, sipping the exclusive Champagne, watching every move his master made.

Jean undressed completely. This was his home, and he could be naked if he wanted to. He’d always wanted to do that, but he had always been afraid someone would see him. In this apartment, he didn’t have to worry about anything. He flopped down in a corner, pulled his legs up, and relaxed.
After a while, he opened his eyes. “Pull them off,” he mumbled with a smile. “I like you naked. You don’t need clothes, in here.” He realized what the consequences of his words would be. Pryce would get naked every time they were in this apartment.

The slave undressed, neatly folding his clothes before he sat back in the same sofa. He nestled in the other corner, legs spread, showing Jean what he had to offer as he sipped his drink.

“Gorgeous,” Jean murmured. “Touch yourself. There’s lube in that drawer behind you, if you need it.

Pryce took it, but he didn’t use it yet. He dipped two fingers in his Champagne, and rubbed it onto the head of his swiftly growing cock.

“Do you like to be with me, Pryce? And you can talk, if you please.”

“Yes,” the blonde whispered. He wet his fingers again, and slid then between his hairless cheeks, rubbing against his pink, puckered muscle.

“Tell me what you like.”

“I like you,” Pryce said, his voice so soft it was barely audible.

“I know you like me,” Jean laughed. “But I want to know what you like about me. You’re my slave for life, Pryce... Doesn’t that bother you?”

“No. I’m happy.” Two digits pressed inside, and he wiggled them. His eyes fluttered close. “You are good to me,” he whispered. At Jean’s question about how, he licked his lips, pushing his fingers deeper. “You are sweet. You have passion. You respect me.”

“Respect you?” Jean laughed again, but not mockingly. “Perhaps,” he admitted nothing. His eyes were glued on the fingers, sliding in and out in a slow pace. He grew hard, just like Pryce, and he pulled at his balls. “Would you like a dildo?”

Pryce didn’t answer. Jean knew he would rather have him, but today he wanted to watch a show. He stood up to get a good sized, clear silicone dildo from his collection of toys. He lubed it, and gave it to his slave. Pryce pulled his fingers back, and slowly eased in the toy.

Jean sat down quickly. He saw the anus stretching wide, clamping around the silicone shaft as it slid deeper and deeper. Pryce’s cock shook up as he slid against his sweet spot. A soft moan escaped the luscious, red lips.
“You’re so sexy,” Jean sighed. “Fuck yourself. Give me a good, hot show, sweet puppy... At your own pace. No rush.”

Pryce pulled up his legs, pushing up his hips to meet the toy. It slipped in completely, and he moved his muscles for a while, milking the slightly soft shaft before he drew back and lowered his butt. He did it again, and a bit faster, until he was fucking himself firmly. Both hands were keeping the toy in place as he moved up and down. His head bent back in his neck, and he groaned deeply. “Jean...” he gasped. “Please, fuck me...”

Unable to move at first, Jean stared at the hot display. He could see the ring of muscle contract around the silicone, and he wanted it to cramp around his own shaft. Finally able to tear away his hot gaze, he sat up on his knees, and pulled the hands away. He didn’t pulled the toy out, though. He leaned deep down between the legs, sucked the severely leaking cock in his mouth, and moved the dildo slowly in and out.

Pryce uttered a surprised cry. His hands shot to Jean’s head, grasping the thick hair. “Oh, Jean!” he cried out passionately. “Oh please, yes!”

Delighted to hear such passion in the boy’s voice, Jean doubled his efforts. He took the cock in his throat and moved the dildo a bit harder, bobbing his head at the same pace as his hand. Pryce seemed to lose control completely. He groaned and squirmed, pushing up to meet the mouth and down to receive the artificial cock, his fingers harshly gripping the hair. “Make me come!” The usually so soft voice was now loud and demanding. “Yes! Oh yes, now!”

Jean couldn’t move the dildo anymore as Pryce stiffened, and he caught the squirts on his tongue. He sucked him completely dry, swallowing every drop. The blonde panted and trembled. He shook up as the dildo pulled out of him, and he sighed deeply. “Wow,” Jean heard under the young man’s breath. He sat up, dropped the cock, and smiled down on him. So far for ‘training’, he thought amused. This was not slave-behavior. “Should I remove the collar?” he asked, seriously.

Pryce’s eyes shot open. He had looked pleased and satisfied, but now his eyes were worriedly wide. He shook his head frantically, no longer talking, blushing deeply. His hands closed around the tag and pressed against the collar, as if he wanted to defend it with his life. He backed away in the cushions when Jean moved.

Jean didn’t touch the collar. He sat back in his corner, taking his glass, and looked at his ‘slave’. “You enjoy having sex with me, don’t you, puppy?”

Pryce nodded slowly. He didn’t completely relax, but let go of his hold on the collar. He nodded again as Jean asked him if he enjoyed being with him.

“Do you love me?” Jean asked, and he saw another nod. “Are you in love with me...?”

This time, Pryce didn’t move immediately. He looked up from under his eyelids, observing Jean for a moment, before he barely visibly nodded.

“Okay.” Jean sighed, emptied his glass, and refilled it. “I don’t think that is how it should be, is it?”

Pryce scrambled up, and took his glass. He avoided Jean’s eyes when he slightly shook his head.

“I think your trainers have told you never to fall in love. Am I right?” The nod affirmed that suggestion. “But they also told you you would be a slave, and you would have a master, right?”

“Yes,” Pryce said, softly.

“Did they tell you I would hurt you?”

“Yes...” Looking at the bubbles, Pryce sighed a bit. “You wanted a slave to whip,” he whispered, even softer. “You had frustrations.”

“Oh, I do,” Jean chuckled. “Really, I do have frustrations. But I didn’t want a slave to hurt him. They got the wrong idea...” Siarl had the wrong idea, in fact. “Why would I whip you, if I can hurt all those willing slaves in the club as much as I need it? I wanted a puppy. I wanted to scratch someone’s belly, and to love him...”

“Mmh...” Pryce smiled a bit, and emptied his glass. Jean filled it again, and for a while he only sipped. “My trainers, as you call them, would be utterly shocked if they knew what you wanted. You wouldn’t have me.” He touched his collar again. “They will take this away from me, if they ever find out.”

Jean was very glad he had no cameras in his apartment. He knew for certain. He had searched for them, very thoroughly. “Then they will never find out,” he said, seriously and softly. “Can you keep it a secret?”

“Of course I can,” Pryce chuckled. “I’m a trained slave, remember? And I don’t want to be taken away again, so yes,” he nodded, also seriously. “I can keep up appearances.”

“Good. Are you drunk yet?”

“No,” Pryce giggled, looking young and cute. “Are you?”

“No. Come here, and cuddle me, slave... I want to scratch your belly.”

Pryce was happy to offer his belly. He crawled over, rolled on his back between Jean’s arms, making himself comfortable against his sweet, caring master. He answered the soft kiss with pleasure, and shivered as Jean leaned down to kiss his collar. “You don’t have to hurt me,” he whispered, “but I still want to be your slave.”

“I’m so glad that you do,” Jean smiled at him. “I love the way this goes. You don’t have to be my lover. I already have one.”

“Mm... Define ‘lover’...?”

Jean kissed him on the lips. “Quarrels, long talks about feelings, the lot. I don’t want that. Do you understand?”

“Oh, yes... I understand.”

“Only fun, you and I,” Jean murmured against the lips.

Pryce couldn’t agree more.