Big Poppa ~ Part II

I guess I think too deep. I can't just ignore the fact Pryce has been stolen when he was a kid... What was a lovely erotic story threatened to become a thriller about child abuse, but I am not willing to go there.

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18.

Delwyn knew something was wrong immediately. He wrapped his arms around Jean, hugging him, and he kissed the pale cheeks. “You look dreadful,” he said softly. “Come on in, and have a cup of coffee. You can tell us all about what’s going on, hm?”

Jean nodded quietly. Before he stepped in, he took away the leash, because he knew Poppa would appreciate that. Pryce followed him, staying close at his side, and he sat down on the loveseat with his slave next to him.

Poppa sat in his chair, watching him. “Jean,” he said with compassion. “I think I’m glad to have you here... You look utterly confused and unhappy, boy. Spit it all out, okay?”

“Just like that? No Christmas spirit?” Jean tried to joke, but he failed. He buried his head in his hands, and felt the tears again.

Pryce sat closer against him, gently caressing his hair. They were indoors, with Jean’s friends, so he could touch and comfort him now. “Shh...” he said softly, leaning over to him. “It’s okay. Your friends are here, Jean. It’s going to be alright.”

“Oh, fuck!” Jean cried out, frustrated, and he jerked his head away from Pryce’s hand. “I’m not in love with Siarl!” he burst out. “He’s good to me, because he spoils me, but I’m not in love! I don’t know what to do!” Sobbing, he pressed his hands against his face again, feeling more than just miserable.

Poppa and Delwyn exchanged glances. “Oh well,” said Poppa calmly, “it all sounded too good to be true anyway. Drink your coffee while it’s hot. We gave your ‘dog’ a cup too. I trust that’s alright...?”

“He’s not my dog,” snapped Jean. “He’s my...” Slave, he wanted to say. He tried again, “My... Goddammit, I can’t even say it.”

“Your lover?” Poppa smirked, looking at the worried blond man. He chuckled as Jean jerked his head up to him. “Not your slave, Jean. I know you wanted to say it, but there’s a reason you can’t get it out of your throat. You’re in love with him. Admit it. Or lie to me, but then at least try to do it convincingly.”

“Poppa,” Delwyn said softly, watching the inner struggle of his friend. “Give him a break, will you? Jean, take a deep breath and try to relax. There’s no rush, and no pressure. We’re here, sweetheart. You’re okay now.”

Jean leaned back. So did Pryce, and he looked at the worried green eyes. “I suck, so hard,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I thought I could own a slave. I thought it would be a matter of giving orders, like you order a dog to fetch and beg. I thought I would get a slave for sadism. I saw it in the club, all the time.” As he took his cup, so did Pryce. He sipped, put away, and the boy copied every move. Jean looked at him for a moment.
“I expected to get a big slave, Poppa,” he said softly. “I never imagined Siarl would bring a young, extremely pretty boy. And I never expected to keep him at my side all the time...”

“You thought you would get a private room, for when you felt the urge, didn’t you?” Poppa asked. “A room with a faceless guy for when you wanted to hurt someone. I’ve seen it, in that club. I know how it goes. But Siarl wanted to impress you, didn’t he...”

“Not just impress me,” Jean said. “He wanted me out of his face. I came too close, I was too often around. He never said he loves me. I don’t think he does.”

“Oh, I think he does,” Poppa said. “In his own, mysterious way. He’s your sugar daddy, Jean... He will give you everything you want, and all he wants back is your butt, every once in a while. Nothing else. That’s what makes my brother happy, baby... So he gave you your handsome blond puppy. Toy boy. Slave. Whatever.”

“Did he ever think of the consequences?”

“What consequences?” Big Poppa pulled up his eyebrows. “Got something to tell us?”

Jean sighed. It didn’t sound too stressed, anymore. The pressure on his chest was gone, now. He turned to Pryce, and stroked his hair. “Pryce is very precious, to me. He’s a skilled... perhaps you would call him a whore?”

“A whore sleeps with different men,” sputtered Delwyn. “For money,” he added for good measure.

“He’s skilled anyway, and no whore. Without going into detail, I simply adore that tongue, in any situation. I don’t think Siarl has thought about what can happen, if one young gay man kisses another one every day, with ever growing pleasure.”

“What can happen, Jean?” Poppa urged, smiling amused. “Butterflies?”

“Yes.” Jean admitted it with a sigh. Pryce looked at him, a smile slowly appearing. “We both have butterflies in our tummies. Don’t we?”

Pryce nodded, his eyes boring into Jean’s good one. It felt a bit like butterflies, this love.

Jean sighed again, pleased now. “I told him he wouldn’t be my lover. But yesterday I wanted him to talk about his feelings,” he chuckled, without humor. “I’m lost... I’m such a lousy master... I can’t even control my own emotions.”

“Well, then love him!” Delwyn exclaimed. “Don’t try to be a master; you didn’t want to hurt and command him anyway! You two are happy the way it is, right? So why not give in, and enjoy the ride?”

“But... Siarl...”

“I said, he’s your sugar daddy. As long as you realize that, things will be fine. Just give him your handsome little butt when he wants it, and make sure you have many wishes. He won’t ask questions, and you can have everything you want.” Poppa sat up, looking at Pryce. “Can you talk?”

Pryce looked at Jean for permission. “Yes,” he said softly.

“I’m bloody glad about that. Now. I am Big Poppa, and since you’re going to spend the day here, you better loosen that tongue. To talk,” he added. “The rest is for Jean.”

“What are we going to do with that cabin?” Delwyn asked.

“Oh yes,” Poppa said slowly. “Our impulsive plan. Yes yes, my impulsive plan.” Delwyn had muttered something, and he raised his hand. “My fault. But since it’s here now, and Siarl won’t ever use it, probably, it’s Jean’s. I bet you would like a break from all that anonymous sex every now and then.”

“Oh yeah,” Jean nodded quickly.

“Then we’ll have fun after all, won’t we!” Poppa slapped his hands together, wringing them with a pleased grin. “We’re having cake. I’m sure you both like a piece. And the tub outside is full and warm, so we will all have a dip later. We will talk like friends, all four of us, and have a good day. Are you gain, boys?”

“Thank you, Poppa,” Jean said, utterly relieved. “You make me feel so much better.”

“Oh, of course. Give me a kiss now, and relax. And you, handsome,” he said to Pryce, ruffling a large hand through the blond hair, “You better act like a normal boy, mh? I don’t give a shit about what they have taught you to do. When you are here, you are a friend, just like that gorgeous lover of yours.”

Pryce stared at him as the big man walked away. He turned to Jean, blinked, and reached up. “Love me, sweet Master Jean” he whispered, pulling him in for one of those delicious kisses. Finally, the man kissed him the way he needed it.

*

“My, my,” Poppa said admiringly. “Siarl knows what to get you, doesn’t he? He dug his own grave. I can’t imagine he was too dumb to think of the consequences. You two were together for such a short time, your feelings didn’t even develop yet, and he you gives such a pretty young man like that to have sex with. Tsk, tsk.”

They were sitting in the tub. Pryce just lowered himself, but at the words, he stood up again. He turned slowly around, giving the three men full opportunity to admire him before he sat next to Jean. He took Jean’s arm between his hands, and rubbed his cheek affectionately against the man’s shoulder.

“I’m pretty sure he knew what he was doing,” Poppa concluded. “But no matter how pretty you are, you’ll never compete with my own handsome little pretty.” Leaning aside, he kissed Delwyn warmly on the lips.

Pryce smiled. He smiled a lot, and had all reason to. He was happy. He still didn’t like to talk, though. Instead of saying Poppa was right, he waded over to the other side, and kissed Delwyn deeply. He leaned over to the naked bear before the man could protest, and gave him a deep kiss too. With a wink, he sat back again.

“Mm.” Poppa smacked, looking at Delwyn. “I think I know why Jean is so fond of that tongue. How about you?”

Delwyn licked his lips. “Yes, I get the idea.”

Jean laughed. “And that’s only a kiss,” he said. “He’s so good with that tongue... He knows how to suck a cock like no other, darlings.”

“Really! Better than Delwyn? You should know...” Poppa grinned.

“Oh, you can’t even compare. The first time we met, he had my load in his mouth within minutes. He’s far too skilled,” Jean chuckled. “But now he knows how to stop in time, hm? We have much more fun, now you know I like it slow.”

Pryce nodded, his eyes gleaming. He pressed up against Jean’s side, sliding a hand between his legs. Biting his lower lip, he kept a close eye on Jean’s expression, to see if he was allowed to warm him up.

Jean didn’t protest. He parted his lips, leaned forward, and pushed his tongue deep into Pryce’s mouth. The boy melted against him, slowly stroking his hardening cock.

“Wow,” Poppa said. Delwyn groaned softly, shifting a little closer as the mere sight turned him on. “Getting hot?” Poppa winked at him.

“Yes,” Delwyn admitted with a blush. “But... Should we do this?”

Jean broke the kiss as he heard Delwyn. Pryce moved his mouth to the side of neck, and didn’t stop stroking, as he wasn’t ordered to stop. “You didn’t mind playing with Siarl,” he said. “I can take him somewhere else, if you want to. I would like to relax.”

Poppa snorted. “No way. You’re not going anywhere. I am going to fuck Delwyn, right here, and you can do the same with your pretty. It’s you and me in the top-role now, sweetie. Shall we see who’s best?”

“Poppa! It’s not even dark yet!” Delwyn nervously glanced around, but of course they were alone. No one ever came here. That’s why he loved the place, didn’t he?

“Do you need rubbers?” Poppa ignored his lover.

“No. Just a bit of lube. Do you have it?”

“I’m always prepared,” the bear smirked. “Perhaps you didn’t notice yet, but I like to fuck my man a lot.” He opened a hidden hatch in the edge of the bath, and took out a large can with lube. It had a pump on it. He pushed it, catching a large blob on his hand, and gave it to Jean. As he rose up to grease his arousal, even Pryce stared at the enormous body. His eyes fell on the large cock, and made a disbelieving sound.

“What’s up?” Poppa grinned, swinging his impressive tool up and down. “Bigger than you ever saw?”

Pryce didn’t answer. He looked at Jean instead, as he always did when someone else was asking him a question.

“Tell the man, sweetie,” Jean said amused. “He wants to know if you ever had a cock like that to penetrate or suck.”

With a frown, Pryce shook his head. He pointed at Jean’s front.

“What do you mean?” Jean laughed surprised. At the other side, Poppa wasn’t fussed, and he pulled Delwyn on his lap for a nice, warm cuddle-with-extras. Jean had lost his excitement a little. “You only saw my cock?” he whispered above the first pleased grunt.

Nodding, Pryce ignored the other two, even though the water sloshed over the sides as the bear moved the smaller man up and down. He heard the sounds, so similar to the sounds Jean made when he had fun, and he knew it was good.

Jean’s jaw had dropped. He barely moved as Pryce climbed on his lap, and his body reacted on its own as the boy stroked him. He merely held his breath, when the hotness enclosed him. He kept looking into Pryce’s eyes, even when he began to ride him slowly. “How can this be the only dick you ever saw?” he finally asked.

Pryce leaned his forehead against Jean’s. He moved a bit faster as he heated up. His fingers combed through the black hair and caressed his neck and face, and he tried to coax the man into a kiss.

“How on earth did those people train you, if they never raped you?” Jean couldn’t understand. He had said he wasn’t interested in Pryce’s past, but the more feelings he developed for him, the more curious he became. “Uff,” he sighed as Pryce stimulated his own sweet spot by moving only inches up and down, with quite a pace. “You sure know what to do to pleasure yourself though...”

Licking and nipping Jean’s lips, Pryce now begged for a kiss. Finally, the man gave him his tongue. He happily sucked it, pushing his butt deep down, receiving the reward he so badly needed. He didn’t pull his mouth away, not even when he felt the man thrusting into him. He didn’t want words. He wanted love.

With his arms tightly around Pryce’s waist and shoulders, completely forgetting about his two friends who did the same, Jean fucked his precious toy the way the boy demanded it from him. There was something almost desperate about Pryce’s orgasm. Jean added his hand to finish it completely, and then worked on his own. It wasn’t as hot as usual, as he was still thinking. It was nice to come, and it relaxed him some more, but he didn’t have that wiped out satisfied feeling afterward.
“You were made for one master, weren’t you,” he said when Pryce finally broke the kiss.

Pryce pulled up so the limp cock slipped out, but he didn’t climb off the warm lap. He leaned forward, his arms loosely around Jean’s neck, looking at him as he nodded.

Jean reached up, touching the collar. He saw the boy smile and briefly closing his eyes. That was the only right thing he did, Jean thought, giving that collar and closing it with a padlock. He had done it because he wanted to make a statement of ownership. But it meant a lot more to his young slave. “What did they promise you, Pryce? Please. I want to know. I have to know. Tell it to me.”

“A loving and caring master would take me away and look after me for the rest of my life,” Pryce whispered after a brief hesitation.

Jeesh, Jean thought. He spoke his mind when he said, “What was love, in their opinion?” As Pryce instantly grabbed his cock, he groaned with a frown. “That is sex,” he muttered. “Love is that feeling you have here,” he poked the boy’s stomach. “And there,” he pointed at his head. “You can have one without the other, but only when they go together, it’s complete. How did they prepare you for lovemaking, Pryce?”

“Dildo,” Pryce beamed. He had learned what they were called since he was with Jean. “And...” He pinched Jean’s arm, and said “Bzzzt! Ouch!”

Behind them, Poppa and Delwyn were listening. “Electricity,” Poppa helped Jean, who didn’t understand.

“Electric shocks?” Jean said in disbelieve and with disgust. “No whiplashes?”

“Of course not,” Poppa rumbled. “That would damage the merchandise, wouldn’t it? My gods,” he groaned. “Siarl knows his sources. Your handsome little buddy is a very expensive toy, Jean. No marks, no cocks. He gave you a trained, but virgin slave, English speaking and blond. I bet there are just a few of those in the whole world.”

“I told him I wanted a blond boy,” Jean said, almost desperately. “Good grief, Pryce; how old were you when they began... When they started... How the fuck should I call it?”

“Training?” Poppa suggested laconic.

“I was six,” Pryce said. He said it without pain, fear or frustration. He wasn’t traumatized. He didn’t know better.

“Six?” both Delwyn and Jean squeaked.

Poppa snorted. “That friend of mine sure knows his sources, doesn’t he? Del said he’s an orphan. So there are people who take good-looking kids from a home, lock them up, and raise them to become devoted slaves without traumas, using nothing but dildos and electric shocks.” He sighed deeply, and shook his head. “No matter how much I want to break their necks, sweethearts, I’m not going to be involved. This is way over our heads. Siarl probably paid at least a million for him.”

“What?” Jean startled up, looking at Pryce with completely different eyes.

“Can’t we tell the police?” Delwyn said with desperation. “Those people have to be stopped!”

“Whoa, darling!” Poppa raised his hands. “Just whoa there, pretty... Think for a second. We know nothing, alright? We have a grown up here, who has been taken from an orphanage when he was a kid. Siarl has bought him, but there’s probably a whole network of people between Pryce and those people who abducted him. This is Big, baby, Big with a capital B. Bigger than Big Poppa, and like I said, I’m not getting involved.”

“But... Siarl can tell us where he got him from!”

“Of course he can. If he ever wants that... He’s not stupid, though. He paid a fortune; he knows what he bought. He knows he’s trotting on thin ice. I doubt that he’s willing to put his neck on the line. Do we want him to be locked up? And you, Jean... Do you think the police or FBI will believe you when you say you had no idea how Pryce became what he is today?” Poppa nodded as Jean didn’t answer. “Of course you knew, right? We’re all supposed to be intelligent, sensible adults. But we are going to pretend we don’t know. We’re going to pretend Pryce is a slave by choice.”

Delwyn still sputtered. “But... Those people... We can help those kids...?”

“How?”

“I don’t know, do I? By blowing the whistle?” In his mind, Delwyn saw what would happen if they told anyone. He groaned. He didn’t want his life to turn upside down. “You’re right,” he said. “This is far too big.”

“And they will take Pryce away,” Poppa added.

Both Jean and Pryce uttered a cry, and the water sloshed over the edge as Pryce clung to his master.

“Yeah,” Poppa smirked. “I tell you what, though. I will have a nice talk with that friend of mine, about this whole situation. Alright? He’s the one with power and influences, unlike us hardworking buggers.”

Jean doubted if the man was willing to betray his middleman, but it sounded good enough to him. He had Pryce now, and the boy was now happy. He tightened his arms a bit. He would keep this boy safe and happy, like the men had promised him. He would be the loving and caring master.
“I honestly had no idea what I asked for, when I said I wanted a blond and pretty slave,” he mumbled against Pryce’s shoulder.

“You know what they say,” Poppa smirked. “Don’t wish too hard, because it may come true.”