Chapter Eleven - A Taste of What's Coming
Continuing the ‘special’ evening at Freeman’s
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But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
‘Walk on the Wild Side’ Lou Reed
A few hours later, Major Karl Heinz stepped out a pair of French doors and sucked in a well-needed breath of fresh air. It was cool out here with the marine layer just rolling in, covering the city spread out at his feet. God! He couldn’t take any more. Why did every dowager thrust their unmarried daughter of all ages at him? He was a career soldier, his lifestyle preference notwithstanding, he did not need a female ‘to make his life complete’. Before his escape, he was beginning to hallucinate being smothered between powdered and perfumed fleshy globes of all the low-cut décolletages thrust at him all evening. Damn Billy and his antics earlier!
The cloying perfume of his hostess’ daughter filled his nostrils and the young major sighed. A neutral expression on his face he turned to her, mentally counting the minutes until he could leave.
Sawyer stroked Greg’s back idly as he lay on the bed next to the sated boy and smoked his cigar. Sniffing a little, he turned his head to study Greg’s face. The youth’s eyes were closed and he was quite clearly happy enough with the action he’d just received, which pleased Sawyer. Not Matt; not anything like him, really, but somehow closer than most of the other boys here. Must be the brown eyes and clear skin, Sawyer decided. He never had that same look in his eyes though, and somehow that was always vaguely disappointing to Sawyer, who would probably indulge with him more if he could see it just once.
As it was, he pretty much only went with Greg when he was annoyed with Naveen, or something made him wish he hadn’t left Matt. Shit! He was getting far too caught up in his emotions these days and it wasn’t good. Naveen didn’t mean that much to him, why was he letting his actions get to him tonight? It had to be that; he sure as hell wasn’t missing Matt.
Giving the boy a shove, he muttered, “C’mon, sweetcheeks, time to move. You’re not paid to fall asleep on me. Need you to get me some water to wash up, and then maybe we’ll see what’s on show downstairs, eh? You want to make a few more bucks? If it’s sexy enough, I might let you suck me off.”
Greg moaned weakly and rolled over, stretching his fine body out for Sawyer to admire. Nick hadn’t come in yet tonight, but that wasn’t altogether surprising. Maybe he’d show up soon, or had arrived while he and Sawyer had been busy! He shifted himself at the thought, smiling at Sawyer like his suggestion had got him excited again.
“Won’t be long,” he told the gambler as he pulled on clothes quickly and went out the door to fetch the water.
Warrick sighed and shifted closer to René. Finally, René was reacting and a large palm was covering his needy awakening shaft. His fingers began to clumsily work on the buttons keeping his lover’s thick rod hidden. A lightly furred patch of chest came under Warick’s lips and he licked at the warm expanse.
Eric wasn't as surprised as one might think at the actions Warrick was beginning. He’d seen Vin’s reaction, and heard tell that Marton had walked away with a similar erection. If the guy was awake enough to be starting this… he shrugged to himself as his need built, and reached to reciprocate. The tongue against his chest made him groan, and he bit his lip as he debated whether to pull the half-asleep man further up so he could test out his beautiful mouth.
Squeezing his hand gently around the hard length under his fingers, Eric was just about to give in to the desire when the door to the room opened, revealing Cook laden down with a full tray of food.
He wasn’t quite fast enough to remove his hand and she’d seen him. He groaned again, in dismay this time, as he tried to move away from Warrick’s hand which was rather intent on its goal.
“What are you doing to that poor child?” Moving faster than her bulk should allow, Cook was at the bedside yanking Eric up by his ear. Unfortunately as she continued her diatribe and tugs, she wasn’t listening to Eric’s protests, nor did she realize Warrick was tightening his grip on the cock in his fist.
Eric yowled at the hand on his ear, which tightened into an almost shrill whine as the hand refused to release his cock.
“Honest, Cook, he started it…” he tried to explain, then added desperately, “Please, leggo!,” his voice rising an octave as the grip tightened between his legs.
Ineffectually, he tried to prise the fingers away as Cook continued to drag him by the ear, and his breathing was rasping now, the pleasure/pain growing despite his best efforts. He wasn’t usually interested in being hurt while he was getting off, but the surges going through one part of him were almost too much and he was scared that despite Cook’s presence and her hold on his ear he would be coming any minute. She must have realised what the problem was and finally let go. At the same time, Eric finally managed to wrench Warrick’s hand away and he was saved the embarrassment.
Before Cook could berate him any further, Eric quickly made for the door, leaving Cook to deal with the wayward patient as he adjusted his severely aching cock and rapidly descended the stairs. With some luck, someone would be available to finish him off or he’d be forced to take himself in hand. Christ! He wouldn’t be able to look Cook in the eye for weeks!
Charging down the stairs, he got to the main parlour where things seemed fairly quiet for a change. He frowned as he slowed down to an uneasy walk, and then threw a hopefully nonchalant glance towards Dominic who was quietly dealing a game to a solitary player, before heading for the steps to the Ruby room. Apart from Dom’s player, there was only one other customer and he was propping up the bar drunkenly while Billy regaled him with some sordid tale or other, no doubt. Hopefully, there was a show on downstairs that Eric could perhaps join in, rather than one of those unexpectedly quiet nights where nothing much was happening and all the whores were upstairs entertaining clients.
Upon reaching the door to the room, Eric paused, tugging at his collar and knocked lightly, in case he was interrupting anything.
The room smelt of come and sweat, Boone having already sucked two men off. He was still kneeling blindfolded and licking his lips as he decided if he had guessed the last man right. He’d already named the first man; Hume, a man who came looking for Naveen usually, but Ian had sucked him off a time or two when the East Indian was busy. He wasn’t the regular that Sawyer was, and Boone doubted that Hume got anywhere near the thrashing the gambler did, but he obviously quite liked a bit of pain. Boone grinned to himself as he remembered how much the guy liked having an ungreased finger shoved up his ass and wondered if Naveen shoved more than that up there. He’d thought he had it right and testing by prodding at the waiting hole revealed everything he’d needed to know before he went the whole way, which Ian wasn’t sure Hume would appreciate in front of so many people.
“Mr Grissom,” Ian decided this time, lowering to sit on his heels. This one was worked out more from the way he always stroked through Ian’s hair than from anything in his taste. The man was nothing if not methodical, and Boone was a little surprised that he’d been willing to do something so public.
As one of Marg’s girls helped the older man refasten his breeches and led the sated man away, Marton leant forward. “Perhaps we should up the ante,” he rumbled in Ian’s ear, licking the shell lightly. “Make it a little ‘harder’ for you to concentrate, eh?” A glance to the mirror across the room showed come dripping from his lovely boy’s bruised lips.
Clad only in his thin chemise and thong, even with the silken blindfold covering his gorgeous blue eyes, Ian still looked more girl than boy. Marton ran his hands up from the narrow hips he’d been clasping, over the soft skin of the boy’s chest, stopping to again play with peaked nipples as one hand continued up to scoop the streak of pearly fluid along Ian’s long neck and smooth chin. He fed the substance to Boone as he nodded Naveen forward.
Using the thin gold chain (more for show than as any means of restraint) to urge Boone higher on his knees, Naveen piled pillows in front of the boy.
Both men were stripped to their silken pants, Naveen’s muscles gleaming from a light coating of oil. Loosening his drawstring, Marton first rubbed his engorged rod along Ian’s crease, then with Naveen’s help slowly impaled the boy on his length. Once fully seated, he pushed forward until Boone was propped hands and knees over the cushions.
"Now let's see how well you do with myself and anyone else who wishes to fuck you insensible. Naveen, Vin and most likely Eric should be in quite a state by now."
Marton moaned from the tight heat surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when Vin (body also oiled and clad in loose silken pants) brought in the next ‘contestant’. No where near as modest as the prior client, this blondish man smiled wolfishly as he sat to remove boots, pants and vest. The tails of his unbuttoned shirt covered all but his long lean legs as he and Vin approached the bed.
Oh God! Boone gasped with pleasure as his boss pulled him down onto his hard cock, Naveen helping by pinching at his nipples and stroking smooth fingertips over his abdomen. Then Marton was forcing him forward onto his hands and knees and Naveen stepped away, no doubt to lead the next man in, clearly handing the end of the choker chain to the man behind Ian. Rippling his inner muscles around Marton’s heat, Boone took several short breaths, tipping his head back to expose his neck, which he knew would please the many men watching. The idea of being fucked by all of the men Marton had named had him hot too, his desire swirling achingly in his gut.
Naveen stood from where he knelt next to Ian, moving quickly and silently to assist Vin with the next client. Ooh, and Eric. Who looked about ready to burst. A hand was placed on the blond’s chest, and he winked. His other hand reached to tug down the big bouncer’s pants. As he melded his body to the lanky client’s, he began to stroke Eric’s cock. Boone’s job was to guess which client’s cock he was sucking. The best thing to throw him off would be to throw in a non-client. Especially one who wouldn’t last long.
Eric knew he wasn’t going to hold out much longer and much as he really didn’t want to, he had to move away from Naveen before he made himself look like a total beginner. Obviously, from what he was seeing, Boone’s show tonight was to suck cock until he’d had enough. Which, knowing Boone, was quite a lot. The sight of Marton thrusting lightly into the boy - girl - boy (half the time Eric didn’t know how he was supposed to describe Boone) almost pushed him over the edge without any additional friction though and he gulped as he squeezed the base of his cock briefly, the way Naveen had taught him, to hold back climax. There, that would help… for a few minutes at least.
Following Vin, who had whispered in his ear as Naveen spoke to the blond next to him, he made his way quietly to the bed, where Boone’s gorgeous lips were parted delightfully, damply waiting for another man to satisfy. Eric didn’t need to be told twice, and Boone was clearly happy to attend to him.
The blond was confused when Naveen motioned for Eric to take what should have been his rightful place. Did they not want him to be with Boone? He had paid to be sucked by the boy-girl, but if the more exotic whore was offering to take his place… that would be fine, as well. He just wanted to know.
“Quiet,” Naveen whispered in the man’s ear. His words were obviously chosen to go along with the game. “Boone must guess. Then we shall see.”
The whore's hands were all over him, then. Circling his cock, running along his thigh, going up underneath his shirt. Ahh, so that was what was going on in the dark-skinned man’s head. Well that worked just fine for him.
Boone took the new man’s prick deep into his mouth straight away, the tension in it evident, and he could already tell that the man wasn’t likely to last long. He’d either been playing with himself while he waited - or someone else had - or he was new to this whole scene. Swirling his tongue around the hard shaft inside his mouth, Ian sucked hard, once, and then swallowed deeply, hearing the man’s groan as he could hold out no longer. The no-longer-mystery man bucked hard once, shot his load and rocked his hips slowly as he gripped Boone’s hair harshly. Even Marton’s continual thrusting hadn’t put him off, despite the fact that he was sliding over Ian’s sweet spot incredibly deliciously.
They’d tried to fool him with this latest one being one of the staff, but they really should have paid attention to how many times Boone had actually helped Eric relieve his tension. It wasn’t so much the taste of anyone that gave Ian his ability, Marton had to know, it was more the little clues each one gave in their style and manner that told Ian the answers, but perhaps he’d underestimated how well Boone had studied each one. Or perhaps not, he smiled to himself as Eric’s now flaccid cock slipped from his lips and Marton slowed down behind him, letting his own pleasure ease away from that delightful edge of near-bliss. The bonus tonight would be well worth this effort. And so would the money.
Marton slowed his movements, his body tightening in the need for release. A pointed glance to Naveen and then the front of Vin’s pants, only resulted in the Dom shaking his head and lofting one shapely eyebrow. Sadistic bastard Marton thought fondly. He thrust forward just as Ian took his next contestant’s cock deep. Once Marton did have Vin replacing him within Boone’s clenching channel, Naveen would be in for some sweet torture of his own.
Eric stumbled away, breathing heavily. Christ, he hadn’t even lasted a minute, despite his best efforts! Boone was just too damn good, and watching Marton saw in and out of the boy hadn’t helped either, the final straw being when his employer’s sultry eyes had met his just as Boone swallowed him whole.
“Oh God…” he muttered just as Boone spoke behind him. He turned briefly to grin and shake his head as the boy said his name, twisting slightly almost as if he could see Eric from behind the silky blindfold.
As Naveen led the man he’d replaced towards the beautiful boy-girl, Eric put himself to rights and huffed at Boone’s stamina as he took yet another hard cock into his eager mouth like it was the first. No doubt even Eric hadn’t been, going by the flushed cheeks and swollen lips of the pretty youth when he’d slid his own cock into the inviting warmth. And Goddammit if he wasn’t getting hard again himself as he watched the show continue…
Karl could’ve happily throttled his General, the U.S. Army, the San Francisco socialites insistent on the interminable dinner parties and charity balls, and the young lady (though ‘lady’ hardly described her actions out on the patio) whose clutches he’d barely escaped. When another local confirmed bachelor had stepped outside, snaring the girl’s attention, Karl was completely unrepentant as he let the policeman, Stokes, be dragged back to the dance floor. Every man for himself, and all that, he thought with a mischievous grin.
Choosing to walk down Nob Hill and up the Lafayette Heights slope instead of hailing a rig, Karl sucked in lungs-full of damp night air. Why couldn’t they just let him do what he did best? Command his men and protect settlers and ranchers across the plains from Indian ‘insurgencies’ as they swallowed up more and more of the nomadic peoples rangeland.
He snorted softly; it wasn’t his place to question his government policies, however wrongly they went about ‘taming’ the West. This assignment was making him soft. At least his men and the horses got a break from boredom when they patrolled the Sequoia and Yosemite forests, keeping them pristine and safe from poachers and squatters. All he fought anymore was citizens determined to tame him. But… a leer broke across his face as the major turned the last block and Freeman’s electric lights spilled softy to the sidewalk, his ‘riding’ skills hadn't waned.
Admitted to the house by Wang-zu, Karl took only a cursory peek into the front parlour. By the time he’d thundered down the basement staircase, his uniform jacket was removed and his heavily starched white shirt was mostly unbuttoned with sleeves rolled to the elbows.
Neither bouncer was in evidence when Karl reached the viewing cubicles. Hopefully that didn’t mean the festivities had progressed too far. When those two participated, Karl knew the shows were extra special to watch, or join in.
He blushed when an open curtain revealed young Livvie and her client. As he twitched it closed for them, he chuckled when the girl declared she wasn’t using her mouth, but would gladly ride the man’s lap, as she wasn’t about to miss watching the action.
Vin exited the Ruby room in time to see Karl slip into a booth. His smile turned smug when he heard the man gasp loudly and breathe the name of the client ‘stepping up to bat’ with young Boone. Yeah, tonight was shaping up to be an event indeed.
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But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
‘Walk on the Wild Side’ Lou Reed
A few hours later, Major Karl Heinz stepped out a pair of French doors and sucked in a well-needed breath of fresh air. It was cool out here with the marine layer just rolling in, covering the city spread out at his feet. God! He couldn’t take any more. Why did every dowager thrust their unmarried daughter of all ages at him? He was a career soldier, his lifestyle preference notwithstanding, he did not need a female ‘to make his life complete’. Before his escape, he was beginning to hallucinate being smothered between powdered and perfumed fleshy globes of all the low-cut décolletages thrust at him all evening. Damn Billy and his antics earlier!
The cloying perfume of his hostess’ daughter filled his nostrils and the young major sighed. A neutral expression on his face he turned to her, mentally counting the minutes until he could leave.
Sawyer stroked Greg’s back idly as he lay on the bed next to the sated boy and smoked his cigar. Sniffing a little, he turned his head to study Greg’s face. The youth’s eyes were closed and he was quite clearly happy enough with the action he’d just received, which pleased Sawyer. Not Matt; not anything like him, really, but somehow closer than most of the other boys here. Must be the brown eyes and clear skin, Sawyer decided. He never had that same look in his eyes though, and somehow that was always vaguely disappointing to Sawyer, who would probably indulge with him more if he could see it just once.
As it was, he pretty much only went with Greg when he was annoyed with Naveen, or something made him wish he hadn’t left Matt. Shit! He was getting far too caught up in his emotions these days and it wasn’t good. Naveen didn’t mean that much to him, why was he letting his actions get to him tonight? It had to be that; he sure as hell wasn’t missing Matt.
Giving the boy a shove, he muttered, “C’mon, sweetcheeks, time to move. You’re not paid to fall asleep on me. Need you to get me some water to wash up, and then maybe we’ll see what’s on show downstairs, eh? You want to make a few more bucks? If it’s sexy enough, I might let you suck me off.”
Greg moaned weakly and rolled over, stretching his fine body out for Sawyer to admire. Nick hadn’t come in yet tonight, but that wasn’t altogether surprising. Maybe he’d show up soon, or had arrived while he and Sawyer had been busy! He shifted himself at the thought, smiling at Sawyer like his suggestion had got him excited again.
“Won’t be long,” he told the gambler as he pulled on clothes quickly and went out the door to fetch the water.
Warrick sighed and shifted closer to René. Finally, René was reacting and a large palm was covering his needy awakening shaft. His fingers began to clumsily work on the buttons keeping his lover’s thick rod hidden. A lightly furred patch of chest came under Warick’s lips and he licked at the warm expanse.
Eric wasn't as surprised as one might think at the actions Warrick was beginning. He’d seen Vin’s reaction, and heard tell that Marton had walked away with a similar erection. If the guy was awake enough to be starting this… he shrugged to himself as his need built, and reached to reciprocate. The tongue against his chest made him groan, and he bit his lip as he debated whether to pull the half-asleep man further up so he could test out his beautiful mouth.
Squeezing his hand gently around the hard length under his fingers, Eric was just about to give in to the desire when the door to the room opened, revealing Cook laden down with a full tray of food.
He wasn’t quite fast enough to remove his hand and she’d seen him. He groaned again, in dismay this time, as he tried to move away from Warrick’s hand which was rather intent on its goal.
“What are you doing to that poor child?” Moving faster than her bulk should allow, Cook was at the bedside yanking Eric up by his ear. Unfortunately as she continued her diatribe and tugs, she wasn’t listening to Eric’s protests, nor did she realize Warrick was tightening his grip on the cock in his fist.
Eric yowled at the hand on his ear, which tightened into an almost shrill whine as the hand refused to release his cock.
“Honest, Cook, he started it…” he tried to explain, then added desperately, “Please, leggo!,” his voice rising an octave as the grip tightened between his legs.
Ineffectually, he tried to prise the fingers away as Cook continued to drag him by the ear, and his breathing was rasping now, the pleasure/pain growing despite his best efforts. He wasn’t usually interested in being hurt while he was getting off, but the surges going through one part of him were almost too much and he was scared that despite Cook’s presence and her hold on his ear he would be coming any minute. She must have realised what the problem was and finally let go. At the same time, Eric finally managed to wrench Warrick’s hand away and he was saved the embarrassment.
Before Cook could berate him any further, Eric quickly made for the door, leaving Cook to deal with the wayward patient as he adjusted his severely aching cock and rapidly descended the stairs. With some luck, someone would be available to finish him off or he’d be forced to take himself in hand. Christ! He wouldn’t be able to look Cook in the eye for weeks!
Charging down the stairs, he got to the main parlour where things seemed fairly quiet for a change. He frowned as he slowed down to an uneasy walk, and then threw a hopefully nonchalant glance towards Dominic who was quietly dealing a game to a solitary player, before heading for the steps to the Ruby room. Apart from Dom’s player, there was only one other customer and he was propping up the bar drunkenly while Billy regaled him with some sordid tale or other, no doubt. Hopefully, there was a show on downstairs that Eric could perhaps join in, rather than one of those unexpectedly quiet nights where nothing much was happening and all the whores were upstairs entertaining clients.
Upon reaching the door to the room, Eric paused, tugging at his collar and knocked lightly, in case he was interrupting anything.
The room smelt of come and sweat, Boone having already sucked two men off. He was still kneeling blindfolded and licking his lips as he decided if he had guessed the last man right. He’d already named the first man; Hume, a man who came looking for Naveen usually, but Ian had sucked him off a time or two when the East Indian was busy. He wasn’t the regular that Sawyer was, and Boone doubted that Hume got anywhere near the thrashing the gambler did, but he obviously quite liked a bit of pain. Boone grinned to himself as he remembered how much the guy liked having an ungreased finger shoved up his ass and wondered if Naveen shoved more than that up there. He’d thought he had it right and testing by prodding at the waiting hole revealed everything he’d needed to know before he went the whole way, which Ian wasn’t sure Hume would appreciate in front of so many people.
“Mr Grissom,” Ian decided this time, lowering to sit on his heels. This one was worked out more from the way he always stroked through Ian’s hair than from anything in his taste. The man was nothing if not methodical, and Boone was a little surprised that he’d been willing to do something so public.
As one of Marg’s girls helped the older man refasten his breeches and led the sated man away, Marton leant forward. “Perhaps we should up the ante,” he rumbled in Ian’s ear, licking the shell lightly. “Make it a little ‘harder’ for you to concentrate, eh?” A glance to the mirror across the room showed come dripping from his lovely boy’s bruised lips.
Clad only in his thin chemise and thong, even with the silken blindfold covering his gorgeous blue eyes, Ian still looked more girl than boy. Marton ran his hands up from the narrow hips he’d been clasping, over the soft skin of the boy’s chest, stopping to again play with peaked nipples as one hand continued up to scoop the streak of pearly fluid along Ian’s long neck and smooth chin. He fed the substance to Boone as he nodded Naveen forward.
Using the thin gold chain (more for show than as any means of restraint) to urge Boone higher on his knees, Naveen piled pillows in front of the boy.
Both men were stripped to their silken pants, Naveen’s muscles gleaming from a light coating of oil. Loosening his drawstring, Marton first rubbed his engorged rod along Ian’s crease, then with Naveen’s help slowly impaled the boy on his length. Once fully seated, he pushed forward until Boone was propped hands and knees over the cushions.
"Now let's see how well you do with myself and anyone else who wishes to fuck you insensible. Naveen, Vin and most likely Eric should be in quite a state by now."
Marton moaned from the tight heat surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when Vin (body also oiled and clad in loose silken pants) brought in the next ‘contestant’. No where near as modest as the prior client, this blondish man smiled wolfishly as he sat to remove boots, pants and vest. The tails of his unbuttoned shirt covered all but his long lean legs as he and Vin approached the bed.
Oh God! Boone gasped with pleasure as his boss pulled him down onto his hard cock, Naveen helping by pinching at his nipples and stroking smooth fingertips over his abdomen. Then Marton was forcing him forward onto his hands and knees and Naveen stepped away, no doubt to lead the next man in, clearly handing the end of the choker chain to the man behind Ian. Rippling his inner muscles around Marton’s heat, Boone took several short breaths, tipping his head back to expose his neck, which he knew would please the many men watching. The idea of being fucked by all of the men Marton had named had him hot too, his desire swirling achingly in his gut.
Naveen stood from where he knelt next to Ian, moving quickly and silently to assist Vin with the next client. Ooh, and Eric. Who looked about ready to burst. A hand was placed on the blond’s chest, and he winked. His other hand reached to tug down the big bouncer’s pants. As he melded his body to the lanky client’s, he began to stroke Eric’s cock. Boone’s job was to guess which client’s cock he was sucking. The best thing to throw him off would be to throw in a non-client. Especially one who wouldn’t last long.
Eric knew he wasn’t going to hold out much longer and much as he really didn’t want to, he had to move away from Naveen before he made himself look like a total beginner. Obviously, from what he was seeing, Boone’s show tonight was to suck cock until he’d had enough. Which, knowing Boone, was quite a lot. The sight of Marton thrusting lightly into the boy - girl - boy (half the time Eric didn’t know how he was supposed to describe Boone) almost pushed him over the edge without any additional friction though and he gulped as he squeezed the base of his cock briefly, the way Naveen had taught him, to hold back climax. There, that would help… for a few minutes at least.
Following Vin, who had whispered in his ear as Naveen spoke to the blond next to him, he made his way quietly to the bed, where Boone’s gorgeous lips were parted delightfully, damply waiting for another man to satisfy. Eric didn’t need to be told twice, and Boone was clearly happy to attend to him.
The blond was confused when Naveen motioned for Eric to take what should have been his rightful place. Did they not want him to be with Boone? He had paid to be sucked by the boy-girl, but if the more exotic whore was offering to take his place… that would be fine, as well. He just wanted to know.
“Quiet,” Naveen whispered in the man’s ear. His words were obviously chosen to go along with the game. “Boone must guess. Then we shall see.”
The whore's hands were all over him, then. Circling his cock, running along his thigh, going up underneath his shirt. Ahh, so that was what was going on in the dark-skinned man’s head. Well that worked just fine for him.
Boone took the new man’s prick deep into his mouth straight away, the tension in it evident, and he could already tell that the man wasn’t likely to last long. He’d either been playing with himself while he waited - or someone else had - or he was new to this whole scene. Swirling his tongue around the hard shaft inside his mouth, Ian sucked hard, once, and then swallowed deeply, hearing the man’s groan as he could hold out no longer. The no-longer-mystery man bucked hard once, shot his load and rocked his hips slowly as he gripped Boone’s hair harshly. Even Marton’s continual thrusting hadn’t put him off, despite the fact that he was sliding over Ian’s sweet spot incredibly deliciously.
They’d tried to fool him with this latest one being one of the staff, but they really should have paid attention to how many times Boone had actually helped Eric relieve his tension. It wasn’t so much the taste of anyone that gave Ian his ability, Marton had to know, it was more the little clues each one gave in their style and manner that told Ian the answers, but perhaps he’d underestimated how well Boone had studied each one. Or perhaps not, he smiled to himself as Eric’s now flaccid cock slipped from his lips and Marton slowed down behind him, letting his own pleasure ease away from that delightful edge of near-bliss. The bonus tonight would be well worth this effort. And so would the money.
Marton slowed his movements, his body tightening in the need for release. A pointed glance to Naveen and then the front of Vin’s pants, only resulted in the Dom shaking his head and lofting one shapely eyebrow. Sadistic bastard Marton thought fondly. He thrust forward just as Ian took his next contestant’s cock deep. Once Marton did have Vin replacing him within Boone’s clenching channel, Naveen would be in for some sweet torture of his own.
Eric stumbled away, breathing heavily. Christ, he hadn’t even lasted a minute, despite his best efforts! Boone was just too damn good, and watching Marton saw in and out of the boy hadn’t helped either, the final straw being when his employer’s sultry eyes had met his just as Boone swallowed him whole.
“Oh God…” he muttered just as Boone spoke behind him. He turned briefly to grin and shake his head as the boy said his name, twisting slightly almost as if he could see Eric from behind the silky blindfold.
As Naveen led the man he’d replaced towards the beautiful boy-girl, Eric put himself to rights and huffed at Boone’s stamina as he took yet another hard cock into his eager mouth like it was the first. No doubt even Eric hadn’t been, going by the flushed cheeks and swollen lips of the pretty youth when he’d slid his own cock into the inviting warmth. And Goddammit if he wasn’t getting hard again himself as he watched the show continue…
Karl could’ve happily throttled his General, the U.S. Army, the San Francisco socialites insistent on the interminable dinner parties and charity balls, and the young lady (though ‘lady’ hardly described her actions out on the patio) whose clutches he’d barely escaped. When another local confirmed bachelor had stepped outside, snaring the girl’s attention, Karl was completely unrepentant as he let the policeman, Stokes, be dragged back to the dance floor. Every man for himself, and all that, he thought with a mischievous grin.
Choosing to walk down Nob Hill and up the Lafayette Heights slope instead of hailing a rig, Karl sucked in lungs-full of damp night air. Why couldn’t they just let him do what he did best? Command his men and protect settlers and ranchers across the plains from Indian ‘insurgencies’ as they swallowed up more and more of the nomadic peoples rangeland.
He snorted softly; it wasn’t his place to question his government policies, however wrongly they went about ‘taming’ the West. This assignment was making him soft. At least his men and the horses got a break from boredom when they patrolled the Sequoia and Yosemite forests, keeping them pristine and safe from poachers and squatters. All he fought anymore was citizens determined to tame him. But… a leer broke across his face as the major turned the last block and Freeman’s electric lights spilled softy to the sidewalk, his ‘riding’ skills hadn't waned.
Admitted to the house by Wang-zu, Karl took only a cursory peek into the front parlour. By the time he’d thundered down the basement staircase, his uniform jacket was removed and his heavily starched white shirt was mostly unbuttoned with sleeves rolled to the elbows.
Neither bouncer was in evidence when Karl reached the viewing cubicles. Hopefully that didn’t mean the festivities had progressed too far. When those two participated, Karl knew the shows were extra special to watch, or join in.
He blushed when an open curtain revealed young Livvie and her client. As he twitched it closed for them, he chuckled when the girl declared she wasn’t using her mouth, but would gladly ride the man’s lap, as she wasn’t about to miss watching the action.
Vin exited the Ruby room in time to see Karl slip into a booth. His smile turned smug when he heard the man gasp loudly and breathe the name of the client ‘stepping up to bat’ with young Boone. Yeah, tonight was shaping up to be an event indeed.
Word Count: ~3086
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