Blackbourne got a pinching feeling in his chest. He stood looking it all over with an unblinking gaze. It was what he had expected, and still, he had difficulty drawing his breaths.

  I should go. Turn around…grab my clothes, and…

  Carlson sidled next to him. He coiled his arm around him so that his hand could reach his nipple. His lips drew close to his ear as his fingers teased.

  “Can you come more than once?”

  Blackbourne had to swallow down some dread before he could answer. “Usually,” he said. “Though when I’m afraid, not at all.”

  “Oh, don’t be afraid.” His other hand came onto him, caressing his shoulder while he drew close enough for their bodies to connect. “It’s all for fun in here. You’ve gifted us with your presence. We’ll do nothing to make you regret it.”

  Blackbourne turned his body to look into the President’s eyes. “You mean that?”

  Carlson gazed back at him. Their faces had never come so close. His senior’s lips quivered, his breaths had quickened. In the fleeting moment the man’s face neared his and their lips connected. Carlson wrapped a hand around his nape, pulling him into the kiss. The hunger that had propelled the older man infected Blackbourne almost too easily. His mouth merged sensually with his, and he moved so their bodies could come together, front to front. Blackbourne closed his eyes and met the hot tongue that came into his mouth. He brought a hand to Carlson’s back. Heat and inebriation swirled inside to replace the misgivings of just before. Blackbourne gave into the sultry kiss—and the situation he’d brought himself to.

  “Ohhhh.”

  The twin’s moan came from the bed. Blackbourne was too busy succumbing to the kiss to look.

  “Fuck, da, that’s hot.”

  Blackbourne felt Carlson smile against his mouth. He broke, but kept Blackbourne wrapped in an arm beside him. The twins had seated their naked asses on the white-linened bed.

  “Have a care, will you?” Carlson chided with a smile.

  “You going to fuck him, da?” a twin said (Blackbourne had once again lost track of who was who.)

  “No, frot him,” said the other.

  “Frot him then fuck him,” said the first.

  “Do you think we’re going to be performing a show for you?” Carlson said.

  One of the boys began to tug on his erect cock. “Yeah.”

  Carlson headed for him. “You’re getting cheeky, Lionel. You know what I do to cheeky boys.”

  Blackbourne’s cock lurched. Oh, do spank him.

  His senior strode with determination. The movement and his sharp words had shifted control of the scenario to him. He didn’t slow when he came to the boy on the left. Carlson hitched his arm, dragging him to his feet, and took him to the horse in the corner.

  “Aw, fuck, not me, da.” The twin protested with a smile.

  Carlson bent him over the horse. He plucked a leather paddle from the nearest wall and began swatting both cheeks of the boy’s young round ass.

  The erotic surge that hit Blackbourne at the sight nearly took him off his feet. He stepped barefoot across the floor-bed towards them. The remaining twin was still seated on bended knees. Blackbourne eyed him.

  “You’re Rodney, then?”

  Rodney smiled. He tilted back his face and pointed to a light brown beauty mark. “You can tell us apart by this mole on my ear.”

  “Ahh.” Blackbourne lifted the edges of his mouth as a show of gratitude. He offered a hand to help him to his feet.

  As they walked toward the more hapless twin, Rodney snuggled near him to whisper.

  “Wish it was just you and me.”

  Blackbourne spoke softly in return. “I feel the same, you precious thing.”

  “Ah! Aw fuck!” Lionel squirmed where he was bent over the horse.

  Carlson had one hand on his lower back to keep him in place. He gave rapid smacks to each buttock without pause. The boy had already turned pink.

  “There. Getting a nice color already.” He stopped. “Have a look, Professor.”

  Blackbourne looked with his hands. He smoothed both of them over the heated mounds, feeling the pulse in the flesh.

  “Nngh,” Lionel said, with his head pointed down. He was lifting his legs one by one from the floor. “That’s enough, then. I’ve learned my lesson, da.”

  Carlson scoffed. His cock was now standing tall enough to touch above his navel. He hung the paddle back on the wall. “Lionel fancies himself a dom.” He let the boy stand.

  Lionel put his hand back on his cock. “Spank him now.” He tipped his chin toward Blackbourne.

  Blackbourne clutched his shoulder and swiveled him to face the horse again. He gave Lionel’s ass a vicious slap. The boy jolted onto his tiptoes with a yelp.

  “Absolutely not,” Blackbourne said.

  Lionel swirled back to press himself against the professor’s body. He had a delirious grin. One hand rubbed his ass, the other wrapped around Blackbourne’s shoulders.

  “Fuck, that stung so good.” He locked their lips together.

  Blackbourne hugged the boy against him. He kissed him deeply at once, reveling in the union of their slippery tongues. Their cocks touched. Lionel pivoted his hips. He let a hand wander down to get a good squeeze of the boy’s ass. Then he broke, only because savoring his heat and taste much longer would have been rude.

  Rodney’s hand glided up Blackbourne’s chest. He looked to see the boy’s beautiful plaintive blue eyes.

  “Me now.”

  Blackbourne hugged and kissed him with equal vigor. He could feel the boy melting in his arms. Again, he forced himself to break, despite wanting more.

  “Now each other,” Carlson said. He nudged Lionel towards Rodney.

  The two melded together with both their mouths and bodies. Rodney hitched a leg on Lionel’s hip so their cocks could come fully together. The bolder twin held up his leg while devouring his mouth. Their pelvises squirmed together. Their lips parted, but only to lick each other’s tongues, and then they rejoined, a soft nasal sound coming from each.

  Blackbourne glanced at Carlson. “I want to see them fuck each other.”

  A devious grin darkened his face. “There’s an admission fee for that show. Are you prepared to pay it?”

  His instinct was to demand to know what it was. When his eyes returned to the lurid twins, tongue-entwined and gesticulating their hot bodies against each other, the ache of desire grew too potent for debate.

  “Fine,” Blackbourne said.

  Lionel broke from the kiss at once. “On the sling?”

  Rodney looked back at Carlson also. His face had reddened and his lips had turned dewy.

  “Yes,” Carlson said. “Go on then.”

  Rodney crawled onto the bed. Lionel went to the side to untie a loop that would lower a chained sex-sling rigging down to three feet over the bed. A leather cot supported the subject’s back, while allowing their ass to hang off the end. On chains above this were cuffs for the wrists and ankles.

  Rodney reclined on the cot and spread his legs high and wide. Lionel secured the straps around his ankles. When he moved around to the other side to do his wrists, Blackbourne got a clear view. The luscious boy had been made completely vulnerable. A pink asshole flashed its color beneath a straining hard cock. When his wrists were secured, Rodney looked stretched in four directions. His flushed body heaved with expectant breaths. When Blackbourne met his gaze, he realized the boy had glimmering eyes fixed on him. Rodney fed off his arousal.

  Bit of an exhibitionist. Blackbourne didn’t consider this a detriment.

  Lionel scrambled up to his feet and ran to a wall of implements. “He needs a good beating first.”

  Blackbourne swooped to his knees before Rodney, capitalizing on the unattended boy. He glided his hands over his torso to his nipples. He took the firm nubs between his thumb and forefinger and gave a squeeze. Rodney bit his bottom lip. He kept his eyes glued to Blackbourne, his chest quivering with each breath.

  Blackbourne kissed down his stomach. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and then engulfed him in his mouth.

  Rodney gave what sounded like a stifled squeal. Blackbourne’s mouth encased half his length. He let his tongue tease over the slitted cap. Ohh…how he’d wanted to taste him. The firm flesh yielded against his pallet. He began his sucking motion, taking him until he felt the cap at the back of his throat.

  Rodney squirmed against his restraints. His sounds began as punctuated gasps, but then turned to mewls. He peeked at his face as he sucked. It had reddened further, and was contorted in an ecstatic expression. He bucked the chains, making them jingle. A quiver started in his inner thighs, just around the indentation.

  “Ohhh!”

  Salty precum coated Blackbourne’s taste buds. Magnificent. He sucked with more gusto.

  Rodney twisted with the whole of his body, as if trying to escape his mouth. His cries were now like that of a porn star’s, though undeniably sincere. Blackbourne started jacking him as he sucked. The boy struggled with every spare inch of his restraints.

  “Stop! Stop! I’m about to come!”

  Carlson pulled Blackbourne off him by the shoulders. He fell backwards on the man, who then entrapped him in his arms.

  “Now, now, mustn’t end his fun too soon.”

  Blackbourne looked back at him with disappointment.

  Lionel had been standing just on the other side of Rodney with a tasseled whip in one hand and a squeeze bottle in the other.

  “That was fucking hot,” Lionel said. “Didn’t know you liked to suck it, Prof.”

  Blackbourne grinned and lifted his brows suggestively at him. (He sought to taste the second twin’s cock as well.)

  Lionel took the spot where he had been in front of Rodney. “I’m liable to come right off, too.”

  He put the whip under Rodney and flung it upwards, bombarding his asshole with the tassels. Rodney gave an ear-stinging yelp and jolted. His brother whipped upwards twice more, then he looked back at Blackbourne.

  “I like to get him good and hot there before I fuck him. Makes him more sensitive, you see.” He looked at his brother. “Plus you like to get beat, don’t you, Rod?”

  Rodney gave a fast enthusiastic nod. He drew his lips into his mouth to wet them. “Give me a second, Lion. I’m so fucking close.”

  Lionel put down the whip and stroked his still tremulous thighs. Blackbourne couldn’t take his gaze from the two. As before, they’d hardened his cock to stone.

  Carlson’s hands curled around to feel over his stomach. In his agitated state the touch had him tingling. His back was against Carlson’s chest. The older man leaned down to kiss his neck. Blackbourne flinched at the heated contact on so sensitive an area.

  “They’re such a sexy pair, aren’t they?” he said to Blackbourne.

  “Oh yes.”

  His hand dipped down to clasp his cock. “You’re quite sexy as well. Particularly when you’re docile like this.” He jacked him. “I do like to feel in control.”

  Blackbourne swallowed. The hand compressed the pleasurable heat that had built in his cock. He stroked with a slow tight fist. A quaver started in Blackbourne’s breaths.

  “I think you’re a sensitive bloke, just like my Rodney.” Carlson other hand pinched and tugged his nipple. “I’m going to enjoy giving you a…Good. Hard. Fuck.”

  “Mmph.” Blackbourne realized he was already enjoying how their flesh connected. His employer had an erotic voice. It’s true he was resistant before, but now he could see himself submitting to the man. His manner compelled Blackbourne to yield.

  Lionel smeared a goodly amount of lube over Rodney’s asshole. He truly must have been sensitized by the whip because he arched his back and hissed at the touch. His brother squeezed more lube to coat his insides with two fingers. Now Rodney whimpered. His ass wiggled against the invading hand. Lionel then coated his cock with the lube and knelt in the position to penetrate him.

  Blackbourne had a close 3/4ths view from the side. Lionel’s fat cock head compressed the wrinkles of Rodney’s slick hole. He could scarcely breathe as he watched.

  “Fuck me,” Rodney said, still in a whimper.

  Lionel pulled on the chains of the sling. The head of his cock popped into his brother.

  “Oh…!” Rodney craned his neck.

  Lionel worked the remainder of his length in. He made two more slow strokes, glancing once at Blackbourne as he did. Then he started ramming him.

  Blackbourne gasped. The muscular boy’s pelvis moved frenetically against his brother. He made a slapping noise each time his groin connected to the taut cheeks of Rodney’s ass. This did nothing to drown out Rodney’s moans. The boy’s muscles had tensed. He craned his neck enough to make the tendon become articulated. Each moan ended in a stutter.

  The sounds reverberated in Blackbourne’s ears. The vision kept him in unblinking awe. His flesh felt enlivened. Even his insides swarmed with heat. Carlson continued his methodical jacking of his cock. Prickly pleasure already built at the base. If his President’s hand turned furious he could not have held back his orgasm.

  The room blurred around the boys so that he saw only their wantonness. Carlson too disappeared. He only existed in where he touched Blackbourne. The rest of him, along with the bed and the room around them faded. His perceptions had fallen to a state of inebriation beyond the brandy he’d taken earlier.

  “They’re putting on quite a show, aren’t they?”

  Carlson’s voice had become a distant echo. He couldn’t draw himself from his trance enough to respond.

  “How would you like to be fucked like that?”

  “Mm.”

  “Splendid.”

  Carlson released his cock and separated their melded flesh. Blackbourne blinked. The room returned to focus. He saw Carlson fetch the bottle of lubricant. The older man crawled back to him with his erection bobbing between his legs. He placed a hand on Blackbourne’s shoulder to pull him forward.

  “There we are. On your hands and knees.”

  For a fleeting moment he wondered if he should protest. Of course not. He assumed the position on all fours as Carlson wanted. His view of the twins remained unobstructed and riveting enough for him to become entranced once more.

  Then Carlson lubricated him with a thick finger. His head lowered from the scene before him. Titillating pressure came against the ring of his ass. He was penetrated by the finger gingerly, making his hole throb inside. A second finger pushed in, stretching him exquisitely, and then the hand withdrew.

  “This as been a long time in coming, you sexy wretch.” Carlson pushed his cock into him.

  “Umph!” Blackbourne keeled forward on one shoulder. He was brought to throbbing fullness in a quick thrust. He could feel a pleasurable pulse both in his ass and cock.

  “What a snug little passage.” He kneaded the flesh of his ass cheek with one strong hand.

  Blackbourne righted himself. His breath had quickened. Carlson stayed rooted deep inside him without moving. He focused on the pleasurable throbbing.

  “But if you could take Lionel’s cock, certainly you can take mine.” He drew out and then plunged back in hard.

  “Uh!”

  “Do tell me if it hurts.”

  He paused his rapid breaths to swallow. “It doesn’t.”

  “Make it hurt, da.” Lionel was now humping Rodney with long slow thrusts. Both boys were now transfixed on them.

  “All in due time, my son.”

  What?

  Carlson’s hands moved to clutch his hips. He began fucking him with slow pulls outward and hard thrusts in. Each one made Blackbourne cry out. His prostate was massaged on the outward movement, then run over with a rough surge of pleasure when he plowed back in. His cock gushed fluid when the tender knot was crush. His slit twinged and then pulsed in the aftermath.

  “Keep making those lovely sounds, Wesley,” Carlson said.

  He grimaced. Fine. They should be on a first name basis after this.

  “You do take cock beautifully. Look how your buttocks quiver.” His hands rubbed over the flesh. “You’re a delight.” He jammed his cock deep into him once more.

  “Stop!” Rodney’s voice was sufficient to cease their movement. “I’m going to come.” The boy was sobbing with his pleasure now.

  Lionel pulled out and let himself fall backwards on his ass. His cock blazoned red. He was gasping and covered in a sheen of sweat.

  Carlson clapped over Blackbourne’s naked back. “Bravisimo!”

  Blackbourne tried to catch his breath. “Yes. Brilliant.”

  Lionel got up to free his brother on wobbly legs. He looked over to his father. “Now make him pay for the show, da.”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  Carlson pulled out and stood on the bed. He helped Blackbourne to his feet, which nearly buckled beneath him. Rodney was suddenly under his shoulder, supporting him. He felt Lionel’s roaming hand on his ass as well.

  The three brought him to the black padded spanking bench. It had long rests for one to place their bent knees, a broad padded area where one could rest their chest and torso, and armrests to the sides with leather restraints. Blackbourne was urged to climb onto it.

  He did so, despite feeling his exposed ass tingle from its vulnerability. He wondered if he should be so compliant, and then Carlson wrapped the leather restraint around his wrist.

  He pulled away and looked at the older man. “No. I can’t stand to be bound.”

  Carlson gave him a patient smile. He leaned close and soothed a hand over his back.

  “The safe word is kitty-cat. Say that and it all ends. I let you loose. There won’t be a sore feeling in the room.”

  Blackbourne wet his lips.

  “Come now. You don’t think I’d spoil our play by being devious, do you? After you’ve been so delightful?”

  He let out a long sigh. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  Carlson gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I know, dear fellow. That’s why I’ll be certain you enjoy it. Then you might just want to try it again.”