Big Poppa ~ Part II

6.
Poppa didn’t join them. He went up to the office, to have a chat with the assistants, and to take a look at the playground from above. He had seen it all before. He would offer his aid when Delwyn was bursting out of his pants. It was likely to happen.

Siarl offered his arms to both boys, and walked proudly. He finally had a few cuties at his side. He joked about it, and pecked a kiss on Jean’s lips. “Alright, then. We can look everywhere, even in the private rooms. Every guest of mine loves to be watched, even when the doors are closed. They can’t be locked from inside. It wouldn’t be safe.”

Delwyn and Jean looked around. The Dome was enormous, but cozy at the same time, if you could call a room like that ‘cozy’. As it was early, there were no spent slaves chained to the walls yet. They were still being served, in the cages and the slings. The boys were in awe, feeling a little awkward, as they saw what happened in public.

Jean took Siarl’s hand, and pressed against the man’s arm as he looked at the two outer slings. They were hanging from chains, attached to heavy beams. The restrained slaves were chained with their heads towards each other, but with a large space between them. In the middle of the dome, there was a third sling. Every master could watch the other when they were... Oh hell, who cared. When they were fucking the slaves senseless.

Siarl led them to the middle sling. The slave was young and had a beautiful body, but they couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a full, leather mask, enclosing his whole head, blinding and gagging him. His legs were pushed up and back, tied at the chains. His ass was already dripping with sperm, pressed out by the slamming cock. The master was big and hairy. Jean heard Delwyn groan softly, and he too had to control his breathing. He could easily imagine Poppa dressed in leather like that. And if he could imagine it... Delwyn would be rock hard already.

The master came, with loud groans, and stepped away. He never touched the slave, leaving him hard and needy. Jean licked his lips, looking at the wet, opened asshole, and the leaking erection. Another man volunteered immediately. He stepped between the legs, aimed his bare cock, and ruthlessly pushed inside. He began to fuck with short, hard thrusts. The slave cried out, even with his gag, and he came without being touched.
Jean felt dizzy.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” whispered Siarl. “Come. We’ll go to the Lavatory.”

Half expecting to see the restrooms, Jean was shocked to see what a lavatory was in the Black Lotus. “Couldn’t you start with something easier?” he piped, turning half away. He curled his nose at the smell, but couldn’t help being fascinated.

Siarl grinned. “We’ll skip room Number Two; the Scat-room. Okay?”

“Please,” nodded the two quickly. This was bad enough as it was. Still, he looked at the tied men. They were naked, or clad in tight rubber, with masks on. Some had their mouth opened with clamps, others had funnels in their mask. Either way, they would be human urinals.
A man stepped in. He nodded at the spectators, smiling and winking. His cock and ass were bare. He chose a slave, and stepped up to him, aiming. He relieved himself calmly, into the mouth, and shook off. He left again. The treated slave had grown hard instantly. Jean was amazed...

As promised, they skipped the next room. Siarl took his two guests up the stairs, to the ‘private’ rooms. “These are the fantasy rooms,” he explained. “Downstairs was mainstream. Let’s visit the Church first, shall we?”

What could they say? The followed the man, Delwyn holding his arm and Jean holding his hand, and they entered a beautiful room. It looked like a church, to the smallest detail. Jean repressed the urge to make a cross.
In the middle of the room, lit by lights shining through glass-in-lead windows -showing fucking and sucking choirboys of different ages- there was an altar, and a rough wooden cross in the shape of an X. A man was tied on the cross, facing the wood. Another man was hitting him with a whip. Jean pressed Siarl’s hand against his front as he grew hard, and moaned. He could see the butt plug between the reddening, trembling cheeks. The part sticking out had the shape of a cross, complete with a silicone Jesus.
Jean could hear the groans, every time the whip hit the man. He didn’t move, even when Siarl slowly stroked his cock with the back of his hand, and looked at the growing pleasure of the slave. The man uttered a raw scream as he came without being touched. The master stopped whipping. He removed the silicone cross and shut it off. It appeared to be a long, vibrating dildo. No wonder the man had come just like that.
Next, the master stepped behind his slave, and pushed his cock into his ass with a single thrust. He fucked him with long strokes. Jean breathed faster, rubbing against Siarl’s hand, again moaning softly. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. He watched the man as he reached his climax, and nearly shot his load in his pants. Luckily, Siarl led them out to see the next room.

“We’ll skip the Nursery,” Siarl said. He was grinning broadly now, clearly pleased with the reactions of his guests. “Are you alright?” he asked Delwyn.

“Oh yes,” nodded the blonde. “I love it. I’ll have Poppa to fuck me later... Show me more!”

“And you, handsome?” He turned to Jean, and licked him over his lips. “Horny?”

“Yes,” Jean sighed. “Boiling hot. I’m afraid I need some of that later, just as Del.”

“I’d be happy to give you everything you need, Jeanie,” Siarl assured. He kissed him deeply for a moment. “Here’s the Prison. You’ll probably know what to expect here.”

They did. After the rooms they had seen so far, it was almost disappointing to see naked men on a narrow bench, in a bare room with bars instead of a door. Siarl took them further down the hall.
“This is more like it,” he nodded at a completely different room. This room had soft walls, and a padded ceiling and floor. A man, dressed like a nurse, was holding a huge syringe. Instead of a needle, it had a slim, silicone cock, and it was filled with a thick, milky white liquid. It looked like sperm, but it wasn’t, as Siarl explained. It was lube.
The nurse didn’t have to use his syringe anymore. He watched a man hanging from the ceiling, with naked lower body, his upper body tied in a black leather straightjacket. Like most slaves, he was faceless, hidden behind a full mask. Another slave was standing behind him, dressed just like the first, and was fucking him.

“Do they only fuck?” Jean whispered. He had seen enough of it.

“Oh, no... Let’s see the Glory holes. No masked slaves, and no fucking. A lot of anonymous cocks and hungry mouths, though...”

Indeed. Jean and Delwyn stared at the row of hard cocks, sticking through holes in a wall of what was decorated like a filthy highway restroom. Two men were jacking off while sucking at each cock. As soon as one climaxed, it was replaced by an other one. Jean was impressed, and showed it by rubbing up Siarl’s hand again. This time, the man grabbed him firmly through his pants, kneading him. “Next... a bit of pain,” he whispered huskily. “Can you handle torture?”

“Uhh... Yes,” Jean moaned, eyes closed. “Stop rubbing, please... Mm...”

“Hey! Don’t forget I’m here too!”

Siarl turned to Delwyn, with an apologetic smile. “Want to be rubbed too?” he winked. “Alright, moving on.”

Now this was a dungeon... “Finally,” Jean nodded. This looked like how it should be, to him. “You have a skilled decorator,” he said in awe, looking at the convincing details. It truly looked and felt like they were in the damp cellars of a castle, instead of on the second floor of a modern building.
In the middle of the room, they saw a rack; a rough wooden table with ropes and scary big wheels at either end. A man was tied up, arms and legs spread up and out. Another man was slowly turning the wheels, tightening the ropes some more.
“They not restricted,” Siarl explained quietly. “We’re all adults, and I expect some responsibility.”

Once the slave was tied up nicely, the master took a few heavy clamps from a shelf. He pulled at the slave’s testicles, winking at the spectators, and clamped them. The slave merely groaned in delight, even when the man fastened the clamps with chains, and pulled.
Jean’s eyes grew as large as the balls were pulled out.
Next, the man took a metal, cock-shaped case, and opened it. Jean staggered as he saw the pins inside. But he kept watching, utterly enchanted, as the hard cock was pushed against the metal. The cage slapped shut. The slave screamed, but Jean would swear it sounded delighted. The slave shook and shuddered, uttering loud cries of shear pleasure, until the master straddled his chest, slapped his face and yanked his mouth open. He forced his huge cock into the throat and began to fuck his face. The moans were muffled now, but still frequent.

“Siarl, my darling,” Jean murmured close against his ear, “I’ll burst if you don’t fuck me now.”

With a dark chuckle, the man turned to the corridor. “No problem,” he said with a wink. “Let’s get Poppa, and go to my room, hm?”

Poppa was in the office, sprawled on a leather sofa. The room was disturbingly light after the rooms they had seen. “Seen everything?” he asked, grinning.

“Not even half of it,” said Siarl with a smirk. “They want some privacy already. Are you coming? My room is over here, darlings...” He opened a door, with a tag stating it was ‘private’. This room really was private. He locked up behind them.
The room was large. The high windows had long, velvet curtains, black, of course, and dark red walls between them. In the middle stood a king-size, round bed, covered with a deep-red satin sheet.

“Nice,” said Poppa, with a pleased nod. He grabbed Delwyn, and kissed him deeply as he pushed him towards the bed. The blonde didn’t object as he was undressed. He was hard, Jean saw with growing amazement.

“And us...?” he dared to ask, once he found his voice again.

Grinning, Siarl watched the men getting naked, clearly admiring the different body-shapes. “Us?” he smiled, turning to Jean. “We’ll do the same, won’t we...” He stepped up against Jean, moving his hands to his behind, pinching him. He ground his front against Jean’s, and leaned in to kiss him.

Frankly, Jean was too hot to object. He tugged at the man’s shirt, pulling it out of the pants, and opened the buttons with trembling fingers. They broke the kiss to undress their upper bodies, but quickly conquered each other’s lips again, fumbling at the pants.
Behind Siarl, Delwyn was pushed on his knees, and Poppa knelt behind him, licking him along the notch. Jean glanced at them, and his kiss stalled. “Mm!”

“What? Oh... Very nice,” Siarl said. He pulled his pants off, and undressed completely. He helped Jean removing all of his clothes. “Salad-tossing,” he grinned. He stepped behind the smaller man, pushing him to the bed. From where the were standing, they could see Poppa’s tongue working deeply in Delwyn’s ass. The blonde moaned and squirmed, his cock already leaking precome. “Excuse me... Gotta hand over the lube.”

Poppa straightened up as his friend offered him a tube. “Thanks,” he grinned, pushing a large blob on the head of his cock. He swiftly divided it along his shaft, and sat in position.

“Ah yes! I need it!” Delwyn cried out happily. “Fuck me!”

Jean groaned, and he crawled on the mattress, ass pointing up. “Me too,” he sighed. “I want the same!”

The dark-haired club-owner laughed. “So needy,” he said, sitting behind Jean. He pushed him closer to Delwyn. “Kiss him,” he ordered.

Too hot to care, Jean obeyed, sticking his tongue deep in Delwyn’s mouth and licking along the hot tongue. Poppa gasped, and his hips lost their rhythm. “Fucking hell,” he cursed from the depth of his heart. “This is hot...”

“Oh, yes,” Siarl agreed completely. “Two lovely, sexy boys... Mmm...” He tugged Jean up again, and kissed him just as deeply. One hand slid down to close around the cock, while the other pressed against the ass. He slipped two lubed fingers inside. Jean turned into a puddle, moaning, happily receiving the attention he craved so much.
Still kissing him, Siarl forced him on his back. Jean had no problem spreading his legs for him. He lay between them, and gently pushed inside.

Delwyn and Poppa had full view on them. Poppa grunted appreciatively, picking up his pace again. Delwyn grinned, reaching out. He pulled Jean’s head under him, and pushed his tongue in his mouth.

“Ah, yes! You two are delicious... Jean... Jean! How about you two suck each other while we fuck you?”

At first, Jean thought he heard it wrong. Once convinced he had heard correctly, he didn’t hesitate long. He moaned as Siarl drew out of him, and got tugged to the edge of the bed. His hips were lifted on a firm pillow. Delwyn crawled over him, sucking him in his mouth without as much of a thought. As Jean did the same to him, he looked up at Poppa’s huge cock, entering the slick ass only inches away. He almost chocked. Siarl pushed back inside, distracting him. He happily began to suck his best friend while the marvelous cock fucked above him, and the huge pole slid in and out of his ass at the same pace. They soon had the perfect rhythm .

Poppa winked at Siarl, and blew him a kiss. The dark-haired man grinned back, winking too. He closed his eyes and moaned deeply, enjoying the delicious heat around his cock. His hands continuously caressed Jean’s slender legs, like Poppa caressed his lover’s hips and back. The boys sucked each other with fervor, moaning and squirming, clearly enjoying themselves.

Delwyn was the first to pull his head away. He gasped for air. “I can’t... keep up,” he groaned, eyes firmly closed. “Oh... Jean, your tongue is divine...”

“Come for us,” Siarl said hoarsely. He reached out to the blond hair, gripping it firmly between his fingers. “Poppa is big, isn’t he?” he breathed, still fucking Jean. “I want him to fill you, while Jean sucks you. I want my Jeanie to see that sperm dripping along your balls.”

Three men uttered a simultaneous cry. Poppa doubled his efforts, determined to come at the same time as Delwyn. Jean was glad Siarl drew out of him, so he could give his friend his full attention. He added his hand, much to Delwyn’s delight, and stroked him firmly.

“I’m coming!” Delwyn cried out, overruled by Poppa’s same announcement. Jean opened his eyes to watch the testicles pulling back; first Delwyn’s, then Poppa’s. He caught the first squirt on his tongue before the large bear bucked his hips, and then sucked every drop out of the throbbing cock. Poppa pumped his load deep into his lover’s ass. He drew back slowly, to push in again, and his sperm got pushed out as Siarl had requested. Jean let go of Delwyn, and licked at his balls instead, cleaning them. When Poppa drew out completely, he licked the wet ass too.

Siarl laughed darkly, watching every lap of Jean’s tongue. “Mm... Thirsty, aren’t you... You please me, sweet Jeanie. You deserve a wonderful reward. Tell me what you wish, baby.”

Jean let go of Delwyn, and looked at the master instead. “I’ll tell you my special wishes in time,” he said, breathing heavily. “Now I just want to come!”

“I will make you come,” promised Siarl. He pulled him higher on the mattress, and lay down on him, giving tender kisses. “I want to hear your wishes too. I can fulfill every fantasy you ever had, baby.” He slid through the ring of muscle, without using his hands, and slowly moved his hips up and down. He kept one arm around Jean’s neck, while he moved his free hand between their bodies to stroke him. “I can give it all,” he whispered. “Do you want it?”

“Yes! Oh, yes...” Gripping the dark hair between his fingers, Jean pulled him down to kiss him. He moved in the same pace as the thrusts now, quickly working towards his climax. He had forgotten all about the other two. He had no idea they were watching, as he clamped at the larger body. His cry of pleasure was shameless and loud, and he writhed as he felt the burning inside when Siarl relieved himself not much later. “Siarl!”

“Jeanie... You’re the best...” He pushed his tongue deep in Jean’s mouth again, holding him tight for a long time.