Big Poppa ~ Part II

4.
Poppa had set the table, while Delwyn and Jean finished the food. Delwyn had made the potato salad earlier, and he grilled steaks and sausages, just the way Poppa liked them. Jean made a green salad with tomatoes, cucumber, olives and goat cheese. He loved the stuff. The peppers were filled with minced beef, onions and cheese. As Jean finished the dressing and sauces, Delwyn called the men at the table. “It’s ready!”

“Oh, just look at that!” Siarl slapped his hands together in pure admiration, looking at the table. “And in such little time! I can’t cook an egg, for what it’s worth... Mm... It smells delicious, boys!”

“I hope it tastes just as good,” Delwyn smiled, pleased with the compliments. He sat next to Poppa, opposite to Jean so they could kick each other’s feet if necessary.

Poppa stacked his plate with steaks and sausages, but he remembered to take a bit of the salads as well. Delwyn insisted on it. He didn’t need another lecture in front of his friend. Siarl took two stuffed peppers and plenty of the green salad, and one sausage. Apparently even real men liked to diet. At first, they ate in silence, simply enjoying the meal and each other company. After the first helping, the stories continued.

“I shouldn’t tell you this much,” Siarl said, pricking a few olives on his fork. He ate them with evident taste. “It would spoil the surprise of tomorrow.”

“At least we won’t be that shocked, if we know what to expect,” protested Jean. He blushed when the man laughed, and quickly kicked Delwyn’s foot for support. He just loved the sound of the man’s laughter.

“It’s different in reality, Jeanie, I promise. I bet there will be a few rooms you’d rather skip. Have you ever been tied up yourself?” Siarl couldn’t help but look at the blind eye, and his gaze dropped to the missing finger at the right hand.

Jean saw him looking, but he didn’t feel like filling in the blanks. “No... I never played such games, and I don’t think I fancy them myself. Have you?”

“Have I been tied up? Ah, no. I have been the one tying people up, before I started the club. Maybe it was a mistake to start it, I don’t know, because I quit those games rather quickly after that. It’s like an overload. Like you love chocolate, and then start to work in a chocolate factory. If you have the same of one thing every day, suddenly you develop a different taste.”

“No chocolate for you, anymore?” Jean asked jokingly.

“Nope... Only every now and then, when they’re handmade and very special,” Siarl replied, looking deeply in Jean’s good eye. He didn’t add a wink. If he had, Jean wouldn’t be as red in his face as he was. This was much sexier.

Suppressing a shiver, Jean sipped his wine. He was never restrained, but he would happily volunteer for this amazing Master. “Coffee...?”

Poppa answered for everybody. “I’m going to have a cigar on the porch with Siarl. Call us in when the coffee is ready, okay?”

The boys cleared the table, putting the dishes in the dishwasher Delwyn had insisted on buying. “Naughty boy,” chuckled Delwyn, nudging Jean.

Outside, the men lit their cigars, looking at the thin layer of snow. Siarl leaned against the balustrade, smiling. “You have such a lovely place here...”

“Yeah.” Poppa joined him, blowing the smoke against the snowflakes. “I love it here. We’re here almost every weekend... I would live here permanently if it wasn’t so far from the shop.”

“I want to build my own cabin at the other side of your lake. You own the whole area, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Poppa said again. He looked at the lake, and shook his head. “Too far away,” he said. “Next to the cabin is better. Then the boys can be together when they want to.”

“Next door?” Standing, Siarl looked at the open space next to the cabin. “Isn’t that too close?” Only then, he realized what his friend had said. “What do you mean, the boys can be together when they want to?”

Smirking, Poppa turned to the open space, picturing another hut next to theirs. “You’ll love it, being with a sweet and caring man like Jean. He’s just like my pretty, Siarl; Winnie takes care of me, pampers me, and all you have to do back is love him and please him. I’m sure you can do that too.”

“Rick... Aren’t you running ahead now? I don’t even know him.”

“I do,” shrugged Poppa. “I know he’s the right kind of guy for you. He likes expensive clothes, just like you.”

Siarl waited for more. “That’s it?” he asked when nothing else came. “He likes clothes? And that’s enough for you to picture him with me?”

“The rest is for you to find out,” said Poppa with a pleased grin. “You’ll love the ride, I’m sure. It’s time you slow down and settle, handsome; you’re getting older. I saw a few gray hairs already.”

Self-consciously, Siarl combed his hair with his fingers. He hoped the gray streaks wouldn’t be that obvious. He would never dye his hair. “What happened to him?” he changed the subject. “He misses a finger and one eye is odd. Did he have an accident?”

“He’s almost blind, at that eye. Yeah, he had an accident when he was a young man. Delwyn was with him. Del got locked up in his closet that day, and Jean almost got killed.”

Siarl let that sink in. “Oh,” he said after a moment. “Oh, dear.”

“Yes,” Poppa sighed. “We’re not all blessed with muscles and power, Siarl...”

“Is it a good idea to show them my club?” the other asked worriedly. “Aren’t they traumatized?”

Poppa shrugged. “We’ll keep close. Say... You’re staying the night, aren’t you?”

“Of course I...” Siarl’s voice drifted off. “You only have one spare bed,” he then said, accusingly. “You’ve been planning to fix me up!”

“Oh, yes,” admitted Poppa without shame. “I want you to settle down, and Jean is the perfect candidate for you.”

“You know I never sleep with anyone I don’t love, Rick.”

“Then don’t fuck him,” his large friend shrugged. “But I want to bet you’ll absolutely love it when those full lips kiss you, and feel that eager tongue in your mouth. Believe me, Siarl, there’s nothing like a beautiful, slender and pretty boy between your arms. I know. I’ve been there. Now look at me!”

The man couldn’t respond, as the door of the cabin opened. The two pretty boys came out with a tray, dressed up warmly. “Coffee!” announced Delwyn.

“And chocolates,” Jean added, with a sultry tone of voice. “Handmade,” he promised. He had bought them at an exclusive shop.

Poppa nudged his friend, winking at him. Siarl couldn’t repress a smile as he stood up in front of Jean, taking a good look at him. “I would love to taste a bit of chocolate,” he admitted softly, leaning down a bit. He could hear the gasps as he pressed a gentle kiss on the boy’s lips, and quickly reached out when Jean trembled so hard he would fall over. “I hope they’re special,” he added meaningfully.