Acrylic Bonds

​The Tutor

 

It was the third time in a row. Brian’s legs were now dangling over Victor’s shoulders, while his penis was pulled deeply in and out of Victor’s mouth, Brian panted in time to the fantastic rhythm that Victor had created with his body over the course of the last two hours. He was having a hard time catching his breath, the sensations were flowing over him like a hot liquid, he moaned and thrust deeply wanting to fill Victor’s jaws until he choked.

This was not to be however, as he thrust upward, Victor shifted and abruptly lifted his buttocks higher off the bed so his hard penis lined up with Brian’s hole. Instead of another warm slurp over the head of his dick, he felt a strong penetrating thrust as Victor planted himself deep inside the unprepared Brian. He squeezed his eyes shut anticipating an excruciating pain, but instead had a taste of unadulterated pleasure. 



Brian relaxed and took a deep breath, feeling every inch of Victor’s thick pole. The feelings were so intense, the heat, the movement, the intensity. Brian had reached a point of comfortable acceptance, when Victor slid across Brian’s gland sending a shiver running through his body, He screamed and grabbed Victor in a strong tight embrace, praying this pleasure had a limit. Victor smiled at the tortured expression, grasping Brian’s hips, he plunged, increasing his force until Brian could feel tears starting to form in his eyes, he bit his lip so hard it had started to bleed.

Brian couldn’t control himself anymore, spasms wracked his body over and over in constant waves … he never felt anything like this before. He remembered being with other guys in the orphanage, but none, not one had made him feel like this! He wondered if he would be satisfied with anyone else after having an orgasm of this magnitude. He wasn’t sure what Love was, but this had to be pretty close! His body continued to respond to Victor’s caresses and kisses.

 Brian had shuffled himself backwards in an attempt to move away from the powerful rod that had recently filled him. Anticipating his movements, Victor captured Brian’s mouth in a deep kiss as he entered him again, His warm fluids flowing into Brian, filling him to overflowing… Brian gasped, sucking in a brief breath of air around Victor’s lips. Looking into Brian’s flushed face, Victor filled his mouth with a strong thrust of his tongue, before laying his head on Brian’s chest. He was tired from the hours of effort. Brian didn’t want to move, he wanted to lie here forever, breathing in the soft soapy scent of Victor’s hair. 



A few hours later, Brian woke up alone. The room had been straightened, a pitcher of ice tea and a fresh glass sat on the nightstand table. Brian sat up and noticed a folded piece of paper lying on the table near the glass. 



“Feel free to explore the grounds, I had to go to another appointment. I will see you this evening at dinner. You are an amazing student.” - VC 



Although he didn’t really understand the letter, he knew he didn’t want to stay in bed all day and he really needed to find Stephan. Brian had a hard time walking after spending the afternoon in Victor’s care. He was sore, but satisfied. No matter how good it felt, somehow he felt as though he were cheating on Stevie. He walked out in the garden expecting to find Stephan sitting under a tree somewhere drawing on a canvas. But so far, he was nowhere to be found. After searching for over an hour, Brian became worried. What if he thought he was unloved and decided to try and go back to the orphanage? Brian shook his head, that’s a stupid thought. He glanced over at the tree house and decided that might be the next best place to look. 



He climbed up slowly, trying not to shift his weight, afraid his legs might give out due to his earlier ‘work out’. Finally reaching the opening, he peered inside and found Stephan pressed against the wall with his eyes closed tightly, his face a picture of ecstasy, A blond head moving slowly between his legs. Stepping inside the room, his presence apparently shocked the daylights out of Stephan whose eyes had snapped open along with his mouth as he stared up at Brian … the color draining from his face. Sensing the immediate change in Stephan’s reaction to his sucking, Victor stopped and turned around slowly meeting Brian’s surprise with a calculated look of his own. 



“I thought I told you to leave him alone.” Brian squeaked, his voice dying, losing all the power and authority it held earlier in the day. He knew that deep down, he had no right to demand anything of anyone after he had spent all afternoon with Victor burrowed deep inside him. 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Stephan quipped rising to his feet as if he suddenly held all the cards in this evil game of sexual conquest. Brian tore his gaze from the smug smile on Victor’s face to plant it squarely on Stephan’s face. It seemed as though this journey had changed his friend, from an adorable yet helpless boy into a demanding sinister man. His face still held it’s childlike features, his body still as beautiful and tempting as it had always been, but his eyes… those bright green gems had taken on a look of experience, a knowing, telling, screaming gaze that swore they would never return to the days full of questions, seeking answers and accepting lies. 



“I’m not here to tell you what to do.” Brian spoke softly, wishing he could grab the little face and hold him tightly to his chest like he always did before. “I was looking for you because I was worried, but I see I didn’t need to be.” He turned his head so neither person could see the tears starting to moisten his eyes. “I’m sorry for intruding. You are right, you’re free to do what you wish. You don’t belong to me.” He turned to start going back down the ladder, not sure where he was going to go, only certain he had to get away from the image burned in his mind. Before his foot touched the ground, he felt hands grip him around the waist with such power and force, he forgot to struggle and found himself dangling in the air like a limp ragdoll. 





“That’s all you’re going to say?” It was Victor. 

“How did you??...” Brian looked up at the tree house then down around the ground, there was no way he could have gotten down here before he did! He tried to force the hands to let him go, only to find his energy was still depleted from earlier and struggling wasn’t accomplishing anything. He stopped moving around, in a way, he hoped this man would pull his clothes off and take him right there, right where Stephan could hear their passionate love making, then run back to him in a jealous rage… He was too tired to smile at his own ridiculous thought, he knew deep down it was time to throw in the towel and admit defeat. . 



A playful laugh rang in his ears as the grip on his waist loosened a little. 

“I believe the game has come to an end… Victor.” He said looking up toward the entrance of the tree house. 

Another blond head poked from the doorway. 

“Haha, so it has!” Brian stared incredulously trying to figure out what was going on. Why the hell were there two of him?… um them??

“That’s my twin brother Vincent, he’s the one you’ve been f*cking all afternoon.” Victor laughed before making his way down the ladder. 

“You’re little friend was so eager to find a way to make you want him, he asked me for lessons, so I decided to oblige him. In the meantime, you seemed so sexually frustrated; I thought you could use a little release, so I asked Vincent to join us in this afternoon adventure.” The brothers stood next to each other like carbon copies. Brian could only stare, unable to form coherent words as ‘Vincent’ finally set him down, laughing sweetly and running his finger along Brian’s lips. 

“I’m glad you let me have this one. He’s really pretty good and easy to train.”

Vincent laughed, displaying his perfect line of white teeth. Stephan sidled up next to Brian, all the bravado having faded away, his eyes brimming with tears. 

“I’m sorry Bry. I thought you were gonna leave me here after I said all that to you. I didn’t mean it, I was just… I was embarrassed because I wanted to learn how to please you so you would finally want to be with me.” The tears were flowing freely, his nervous hands tugging at his shirt. Without really knowing the reason why, Brian threw his head back and laughed until his sides ached. The other guys stood around looking at him as if watching a crazy man shed his skin and turn into a snake. By the time he stopped laughing, he turned a stern look toward Vincent.



“Okay, so you’ve had your fun. Are you going to introduce Stephan to your father?” Victor grinned, “Of course! A deal’s a deal!” 

He turned his attention to Stephan, “So, are we together or not?” Stephan nodded. Brian lifted the little face with his finger under Stephan’s chin. “I’m not taking pity on you, I’m not using you, you’ve been my friend for as long as I’ve known you.” He paused, waiting to make sure Stephan was paying attention, “If we become lovers, will we still be friends?” 

“Damn.” Vincent whistled through his teeth, “Now that’s one of them harlequin moments right there!” He grinned a toothy grin moving closer so he could hear Stephan’s answer. 

“I’ll be with you forever Bry.” Stephan whispered, catching his breath between tears. Brian smiled and gave him a light hug. 

“Aaaaw, you guys practiced that didn’t you?” Vincent laughed while Victor elbowed him in the gut. 

“Well, now that you two love birds have made up and everyone should be ready to eat by now, what say you all come in to the kitchen for vittles.” Victor mocked Vincent’s poor dialect. 

“Vittles?” Brian and Stephan asked almost in unison, pulling another round of laughter from Vincent. 



Apparently the twins were night and day. Victor, prim and proper while Vincent was rugged and loud, between the two of them, the parents had had to replace more than a third of their breakable belongings, as the boys later learned, the twins had tempers and each ran on an unpredictable gauge of emotions. Getting ready of dinner was no easy task. The “V” twins insisted on dressing their new vagabond playmates. Each taking turns pulling slacks on, then pulling them back down again. Placing well timed kisses in inappropriate places and apparently their favorite pastime, creating an erection then forcing it into clothing that was too tight for words; at least words that were civil.



The hour long dress-up game produced staggering results. The boys appeared as though they had worn expensive silks their entire lives. The contrast of color, the well tailored cuts, lines and seams boasted in a language that only the rich would appreciate. Victor had Stephan’s work displayed in the dining room, Vincent had the servants prepare extra plates and provide the additional seating. By nightfall, everything was in order and it was time for the ultimate test…impressing their father.