Big Poppa ~ Part II

16.

He was dressed like an elf. Delwyn couldn’t believe Poppa had managed to lure him into it. The family loved it, and when Poppa showed up in his Santa costume -looking mighty convincing- the party was complete.

They were at his parents house. The children had welcome the big man, knowing it was him all along, and had claimed him immediately. Delwyn was claimed by his relatives. They were all very happy to see them. It was the first time in four years, since the family was complete. Dad had tears in his eyes and mum was so proud she could burst. Even showing them his ring, and telling them how they got ‘married’ by making testaments and signing official documents couldn’t spoil the mood. They were all happy for him. Even more, now. Delwyn was impressed by the way his old-fashioned Welsh country family members accepted him and his love. It made him think. If they could accept and adapt... maybe he should try to accept Jean’s lifestyle too?

Dinner got served early. Poppa pulled off his beard, hat and gloves, but he kept the costume on. He sat close to the children, keeping them remarkably calm, and the adults could actually have some conversation. To Delwyn’s relief his brothers and sisters had enough stories to tell to keep the evening going. It was funny to hear Harri talking about a female gay colleague. It was of course not more than normal to accept it, but for Harri it was quite an achievement. Delwyn didn’t even mock when he complimented him. The older man beamed proudly.

After dinner, it was time for Big Poppa’s Christmas Tale. The kids had been looking forward to it. Delwyn helped with the dishes as his big lover sat on the floor in front of the tree, with the group in half a circle in front of him. The story was about dragons and villains, kidnapping Santa and the elves, and locking up the reindeer for a later feast. A female slayer had to save them. The kids were listening in complete silence as Poppa told them about the hazardous adventures of the noble warrior. Rescuing Christmas was insignificant to defeating the bad guys with their dragons. She used snow tigers. As the girls would say, it was utterly awesome.

Delwyn listened to part of it, but not all. Enjoying the peace for as long as it lasted, he again thought about Jean and his strange relationship with Siarl. Delwyn wasn’t sure he liked Siarl, after all. He didn’t know the man, but he knew he was a successful businessman. That’s why Poppa never saw him during all those months they were together. It was a bit naif to think the man would change into a dedicated lover for a guy he had just met. Wasn’t it?
It was. Delwyn sighed, playing with his cell phone. He was dying to hear Jean’s voice. He was very sorry they wouldn’t see each other the next day. They had spent every Christmas together...
He was dying to hear from Jean, but not from Siarl. He didn’t know how he would tell anyone.

*

Christmas was the busiest time of the year, in the Black Lotus. Jean understood why as he stepped into the Dome. Siarl had kept him from it, as it had to be a surprise, and he hadn’t been in the club for a full week. It sure was a surprise. Stunned, his jaw dropped, Jean looked at the transformed room.

It was Christmas. The slings were removed, to make room for the tree. The tree reached all the way up to the ceiling -the fake dome- filled with pinpoints of white lights and black and red balls. He could just see the star at the top. It was a gold colored dildo. The walls were decorated with wreaths and small lights. If Jean didn’t know any better, he would have thought he had walked into a mall.
Around the room, there were stacks and stacks of colorfully wrapped boxes. They divided the different scenes. Jean tugged Pryce with him as Siarl showed him around, still too stunned to make comments.

Santa was a big, bearded bear. Sitting on his throne, he took the men on his knee, one by one. Most were naked, or at least scarcely clothed. Some kissed him madly, giving in to age-old urges. Jean hoped the costume could be cleaned easily, because there were quite some stains on it already. And the party had only just begun...

In one, slightly hidden part of the room, the members could experience what it was like to be fucked by a reindeer. It was a robot, and Jean didn’t know if the cock was realistic; it looked like a normal cock-shaped dildo to him, but no one seemed to notice. There was an actual queue.

There were elves everywhere. Their tights were crotchless, for easy access. As they were serving drinks and food, everyone was welcome to touch them at will. Some were thrown down and fucked, others had to please the guests with the lips. Serve them with lips or hips, Jean suddenly thought. He pulled Pryce a bit closer, but not because he was aroused. In fact... he got turned off rather than on.

Siarl was very proud as he showed the rest of the room. The guests seemed to enjoy themselves too. Jean was glad he could create the Blue Lotus. He would do it all differently, himself. Perhaps that was the reason Siarl didn’t consult him on this; Jean would have come up with ideas unsuitable for the club.

As the man went back up to his office, after kissing Jean and telling him he should have fun, Jean hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to have fun here. He hated Christmas, and seeing Santa with his pants down and a guy in leather on his knees, sucking him while he got whipped by another man in leather was suddenly a bit too much. Suddenly, the sound of the whip made him nauseous.

“I need fresh air,” he said to Pryce.

On the private parking lot behind the club, it was much better. Jean gratefully breathed in the cold evening air. He took Pryce to a concrete bolder, and sat down. He desperately wanted a smoke. Pryce only sat down when he ordered him to. As they weren’t in the apartment, he behaved like a well-trained slave. He wasn’t apathetic. He acted attentive and alert, just in case his ‘trainers’ would show up for the event.
It wasn’t such a weird thought, Jean knew. Pryce knew which men had taken him from the home when he was a child, and only Siarl and he knew who had trained him to be a good slave. Jean still didn’t know how one trained a boy to be a slave. Pryce wasn’t keen on telling him. Apparently, it took a lot of subtle pain and punishments.

Keeping the leash in a hand, caressing it with his fingers -it was the closest he could get to caressing Pryce, when they were in public- Jean smoked slowly. He startled up when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Fearing it might be Siarl, asking him to come inside again, he looked at the name of the caller first.
“Del!”

‘Hi, Jean...’ Delwyn’s voice was soft. He was outside, where he could talk at peace. ‘Are you busy?’

“No! I mean... Inside it’s crowded, so I fled outside to have a smoke. How about you? Are you at your parents? How did they react?”

‘I’m with my family, yes. Poppa is telling tales. And they took it well, Jean... They’re even happy and proud.’

“Oh, that’s so good to hear! I’m so glad, Del. I’m happy life is treating you so well... Are you more relaxed now?”

‘Yeah.’ Delwyn sighed in the phone. Jean asked him what was wrong. ‘I miss you,’ he said.

“I miss you too,” Jean admitted, also sighing. “You and your big bully. I had hoped to be with you two, you know? You know I hate Christmas, but I never thought about not being with you this year.” His next sigh was so deep, that even Pryce touched his hand. “Can we at least meet in the new year? I never spent New Year’s Eve without you...”

‘Oh, Jean...’ Delwyn had tears in his eyes and in his voice. ‘I want to see you, tomorrow, and on New Year’s Eve. Can you make it after all?'

“Del...” Wiping his tears, Jean took a deep breath. “Siarl will never leave the club these holidays. But I can... I’m a bit sick of it, to tell you the truth. Siarl was right; too much of the same and you suddenly don’t want it anymore.” Next to him, Pryce fell out of his role, and jerked his head to him. Jean didn’t see it as he rubbed his eyes. “I will come, tomorrow. You know what that means, do you...?”

‘Yes. You will bring Pryce with you. That’s okay, Jean. It really is. I just want to see you, and I want to convince myself you are happy. You aren’t happy, are you?’

“I am,” assured Jean. “It’s simply not going the way I thought it would go. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I promise to tell you everything. I can hear voices... You have to get back inside.”

‘Yeah. Have an early night, sweetheart. I love you.’

“I love you too, Del. See you tomorrow.” Jean disconnected, and put his phone away. “Let’s go to bed,” he said softly, standing up. He still didn’t notice the change in Pryce’s act.

First, Jean told Siarl he would go out the next day. The dark-haired man gave him his blessing, and a warm kiss. He told him to have a good time. Jean smiled, but his heart wasn’t into it. He was very glad to get into his own room, and locked the door. With a grunt, he fell on the bed, on his stomach, hiding his face in the pillow as he started to cry.

After a while, as Jean still heaved deep gulps of air, Pryce climbed on the bed. He had unclasped the leash himself, but he didn’t undress. He crawled against Jean, stroking the dark locks, and lay his head on the pillow. As Jean turned his face towards him, he kissed the tears away. There were a lot of them, and they kept flowing until Pryce kissed him on the lips. Jean turned on his side, pulled Pryce between his arms, and held him until he felt a bit better.

When Jean stopped sobbing, Pryce left the bed to get him a glass of water. Jean sat up and drank it. “Thank you. I don’t know what got over me, all of a sudden.” He wiped his face with a hand, and smiled a little embarrassed. “I’m the worst master, ain’t I?” he laughed without humor. “Crying in front of a slave. No one trained me to be a ‘master’,” he almost spat. He shook his head. “No, I have to figure it out all by myself. Siarl is too busy to care, and I make mistake after mistake. Fuck,” he added with a deep sigh.

Pryce listened in silence, sitting at the edge of the bed. No one had told him he would have an emotional owner, and he wasn’t taught to handle a situation like that. He did what he felt like doing best. Reaching out, he ran his slender hand along the man’s arm, quietly comforting him. Jean had issues, they had told him. He would need a whip to get over them. So he stood up, got a whip from the wardrobe, and offered it to Jean.

Jean stared at what Pryce held up to him. He took the whip, ran it through his fingers, and threw it away so hard it slammed into a vase. “No,” he growled. He snatched out, grabbed the collar, and yanked Pryce against him for a hard kiss. “No whip,” he muttered as he rubbed his nose against the other’s. “I need love.”

Pryce pulled away as soon he was allowed, sat on his knees, and fumbled into Jean’s pocket for his cell phone.

Jean watched him looking for a number. He shook his head as Pryce held it up to him. “Siarl? No.”
Another number. “Del. Yeah.” He smirked. “He’s my best friend, not my love.”

Pryce went through the other numbers, but they were all names of people he hadn’t heard of. Out of ideas, he dropped the phone, and folded his hands in his lap. He looked at his nails, with a thoughtful expression. Jean wasn’t going to help him, either. Eventually, he glanced up, and spread his arms.

Jean smiled. “Yes,” he said with a nod. “You.” He lay on his back as Pryce crawled forward, and caught him between his arms. “This is what I need,” he whispered. “Forget the whip. My issues and frustrations can only be solved with hugs and kisses.”

Since Jean didn’t mention sex, Pryce didn’t try to do anything sexual. It was odd and new, to cuddle Jean with his clothes still on, and no intentions to pull them off either. They weren’t even aroused, either of them. A little surprised, Pryce looked into Jean’s eyes, trying to read them.

“Speak,” Jean said. But Pryce shook his head. “Yes,” Jean urged. “Talk with me.”

Pryce shook his head again, and sighed. “No talking about feelings, remember?” he then whispered.

Jean groaned and closed his eyes. “Shit... I should choose my words more carefully. See what I mean? I’m a lousy master!” He pushed Pryce off him, and stepped off the bed to undress. He wasn’t sleepy at all, but tomorrow they would leave early. He had to sleep.

Even though Pryce offered his services, Jean didn’t want to have sex with him. He rolled on his side, pretending to sleep, but in fact his mind was raging. He didn’t notice the tension in his slave, overwhelmed as he was with his own emotions.
He was looking forward to see Delwyn. Hopefully, it would be all right again.