BDSM Mansion

Instead of eating in the fucking gazebo; being naked and a little sweaty we just headed for and jumped in the pool. 

"You have got to tell me how Avery was convinced to let you stay here with me. I find it so hard to believe after seeing you three together. You fit so well together"

Laying on the loungers, it being too hot to dry off. 

"Master Avery knew we were seeing you at night. At one point he'd check our asses to see if we had been fucked. That was it for us"

"Honestly? He checked your asses for cum or something?"

"He never found any and had no reason to punish us. He knew we liked having sex with you and his pride wouldn't t let him go back on his saying we could.  We would never argue with him. We signed the contract. We knew what we agreed to, but he promised to care for us. Provide for our every need. Keep us happy "

They shared the look, giggled, and turned back to me. 

"So we asked"

"Fuck me, you just asked? Asked to come and live with me for six months?"

"After a day of not talking about it. He made us a bargain. We could "visit" you for six months. That would take us right up to the time we were to resign or renegotiate our contract. He would take on another slave while we were here and we'd meet in six months"

The more I think about it the more I thing Avery has cut these boys loose. Sure, they can go back to him if they want.  But six months?  A six month "visit". I don't buy it. Did they do something to lose their masters trust?

"I'm so glad this happened. I'm really glad you're here. This is surreal. It's so unbelievable"

I was looking at their flawless bodies. Their smile that stretched to include the whole face. I'm feeling a little nervous. 

"I'm just at a loss for words"

"Oh, we have a better use for any of our mouths"

Giggles. The look. 

"Do you boys think of anything besides sex?"

After a few moments of "the look"

"We've always loved sex. Like , since puberty. We had hardons before our balls dropped and that's when we started playing. Thanks to the internet we watched porn and agreed we liked boys more than girls. We've been fucking boys ever since."

I was still shell shocked that these beautiful boys were here. 

"You guys are so alike. I know twins, blah blah blah. But, it's like you have the thoughts and even the same feelings at the same time. Besides that, I don't want to scare you or run you off now that you're actually here, but I left because I had grown too fond of you guys"

In unison: 

"We're in love with you Jason. That's why we're here. You really aren't so naive as to believe all

that bullshit Avery was saying are you?"

 Yeah. Yep. Yowzaa.  This is when my life changed. Again. 

The boys refused to wear clothes while here and I was totally cool with it. The cleaning folks however, not so much. They sped up their cleaning and finished two days earlier than planned. I think it was brought on by the girls who were part of the crew. Young, couldn't keep their eyes off the twins.  Since their dad was the crew chief the job finished quick. 

We had sex almost every night. If we didn't it was because we fell asleep on the loungers outside. The one time I woke up before they did, I was going to favor them with the same morning treatment they give me. But I found them laying together, no surprise, spooning. The big spoon still had his dick in the little spoon's ass; and the little spoon's hand was wrapped around his own dick and covered with what I could only assume was cum. 

Where the hell is Reagan when I need him?  

I had put off thinking about what to do with the estate when the boys arrived. We were always together. Not always having sex, either. These guys were smart. Real smart. One day I casually mentioned doing something productive with the place they were all questions and full of ideas. So the three of us decided a BDSM clothing optional resort made perfect sense. They informed me that if it's BDSM of course it's clothing optional. Duh. 

I started talking with contractors to build a second building, while the boys were plying social media with "opening soon" teaser posts to test the market. The comments were mostly agreeable. I enlisted professional help to redesign the grounds to add "value"to the experience, like rose garden slings. These boys were brilliant. The renovations were going to take awhile so, taking another suggestion from the twins I contacted the Academy Annex offering the estate and especially the dungeon for filming. Liking the idea, a group was coming to check this idea out, the boys became nervous, they knew a few of the guys in the group. Of course I was immediately jealous. And of course the boys sensed it. 

The Annex group were all familiar faces. We knew them from the Dungeon. The three of us had been on our knees for these guys one or more times.  To my surprise the twins were slightly behind me and in the kneeling position. I had dressed for the occasion but the boys were still naked.  

"Xian, glad you guys came up here, you won't believe this place. The basement will knock your sox off. 

Xian was a god, 5'11" 200, all muscle. Narcissistic muscle. Abs like the proverbial washboard. Tattoos in the right places, not covering his entire body. Body jewelry and a bulge to draw anyone's attention, showing the outline of an oversized PA. Handsome in a breath taking way. Late thirties or early forties. Eyes and a smile to melt both men and women. 

"We were planning on staying  the weekend , your invitation sounds perfect. This place is like a Hollywood set."

I was feeling awkward. 

Xian, Looking at the twins, whose heads were downcast. "Good to see you, boys.  You're missed at the Dungeon and the coffee house. I hear this is going to be your new home."

The boys were obediently silent except for a "Thank you sir" they did not look up. 

Reagan walked into the foyer in a completely inappropriate costume, his timing is always fucked up. 

"The staff says my aunt was quite the social butterfly. Lots of parties. Her friends came from all over. And I think I know why. The basement is made for you guys. Reagan here will show you around, starting downstairs. Then we'll have some lunch. You fellas are my first real guests, you know"

Reagan, dressed like a scullery maid wearing a thong, led the group of five on a tour of the place. Turning to the twins " What the fuck!! ?! Why are you two kneeling?"

The look. 

"These men were regulars at the club. They're used to getting what they want from the subs like us. We want them to see you're our master now so it's hands off" 

"Okay. Okay. I see that. But I'm not your master "

The look. The smiles. The giggles. 

"And I was afraid you'd want to be tag teamed by these hunks."

"You were jealous?"

"Hell yeah.  You know, you guys aren't owned here. You can do anything you want "

The boys rose to give me a tight and affectionate hug. 

"This is what we want"

Fuck me. Why did it take so long to get here?

Lunch was served in the kitchen. The dining rooms here were the size of ballrooms. Xian asked if they'd be allowed to film this weekend. So in an hour or two the cast and crew will invade us.  The boys are ecstatic, asked to be background, they were turned down for that position but offered starring roles instead. That's when I stepped in. 

So now they're prop boys, reflector holders, but I had to submit to letting them fluff. Only because I heard with the inception of viagra and now the dirt cheap generic , the industry had switched to the drug. But that information hadn't reached the Annex yet. 

The van arrived full of equipment and a dozen trainees from the Academy. As soon as the boys got inside they were told to disrobe and to plan to not put them back on all weekend. 

 "Is everybody staying all weekend?"

All Xian did was smile. I heard loud "ooooo" and "ahhhhh". I guess the trainees were the toys.  

The boys and I spent most of our time by the pool. 

This weekend the sun was especially hot. We opened the umbrellas to cool off. 

"We have a couple boys upstairs "

I'm not sure I heard him right t tried to convey that with a quizzical look. 

"We tied them in stress positions, they should be ready by now."

" Boys upstairs? Ready?....... Am I like missing ever other word or something? Because I would swear you said you have two boys upstairs that you tied up?"

"Yeah. You heard right. They should ready by now. It's been a couple hours. "

"Ready?"

"Yeah, compliant   Come on, let's go play"

There indeed were two naked, hogtied Academy trainees grunting while in a wire pillory their chins are held in a single position. "Gagged and plugged" in our bedroom. 

The boys each chose one to pet and pamper teasingly. 

"You're good boys but the fun hasn't really started yet." The grunts were joined by groans and struggles to free themselves. Giving no resistance whatsoever the trainees had their wrists tied together and pulled forward and up to attach to a hook on the door. Their feet were spread eagle and held by similar means to furniture on the other side of the room. As I watch the boys position these young men I am surprisingly proud. Couldn't say why. I was grinning through the whole procedure. Facing us the trainees were wide eyed and they seemed breathless in anticipation of whatever comes next. 

Ericke and Derick, each choosing a boy , began caressing them and softly saying what good boys they are. Their reward will be theirs soon.

Of all people Reagan comes into the bedroom pushing two fucking machines. One for each boy, presumably.

Reagan looking gleeful set them into place, the boys checked the dildos and set them just inside each boys's hole. With a remote control the machines were turned on and slowly began the entering then fucking of the boys. 

"Change them every fifteen minutes, Reagan. 

Ok boys first the strap then the cat-o-nine-tails.  No gag, so yell all you want, all you'll do is attract a crowd"

The speed of the dildos increased sharply giving the bound trainees a jolt. Before any recovery came the loud smack of the leather strap. The twins seem to be working in tandem doing the same things. Finding the boy's nipples they each got a squeeze then a kiss and a bite, a bite that pulled the nipples almost off their chests. To this the boys began loud groaning. Their bodies stiffening, as soon as they relaxed another smack of the strap. The nipples were now surrounded by a deep red mark. That brought howls and pained yelps. The bound boys squirming to resist more smacks to no avail. Ericke and Derick caressed the flaccid dicks  and massaged the scrotum. Then squeezing the ball bag to evince another loud groan. Unbelievably, their dicks were beginning to engorge. Still groaning as the twins drew a finger over the red strap marks. 

One of the twins, acting surprisingly out of tandem bent and began sucking a hickie into one of the red marks. The boys wailing must have been heard throughout the mansion. Proud of the "badge" he had just given, he smiled the oddest smile at his brother, who bend down over the boys he was abusing. Making eye contact with his brother he found a similar spot and bit a love bite in the middle of a strap mark. 

Oh fuck!! The duel had begun. 

The fucking machines had cranked up a notch with Reagan adding lube to the dildos and holes. 

Taking the other whip, three or four dramatic smacks were heard. The other twin followed suit. The bound boys were getting too loud, their flesh looked ravished. They struggled to no avail. 

Then they were flipped over. Again no resistance. Their stiff dicks hard against the table's edge the fucking machines were again put into position and turned up another notch. This time however the dildos angles had been adjusted. They will be hammering these boys's prostates. Fuck me!!!!  The twins are as sadistic as they are masochistic. 

The duel increased to include more hickies and love bites on the boys while they screamed. The whips were put down, the dildo machines rolled away. Erick and Derick took the ball bags in hand and squeezed until the boys bodies were manically struggling, their yells muffled by seemingly uncontrollable sobbing. 

Giving the ball bags a finger snap, they moved to the penises which had become flaccid. Taking the dicks in their mouths they pumped until the boys had hardons. The twins both stopped and their own dick in hand pushed them into the dildo beaten asses. There was no yelping now.  The only noise being skin against skin. Whipped red skin. 

Surprises never cease.  Reagan began pumping the bound boys's dicks. 

"Don't you dare come, slaves. Not until we say so. Hold it back."

The twins weren't fucking fast or powerfully, making sure every thrust slammed against the boys's prostates. Reagan, on cue, again strokes the hardons hanging off the table. Now the boys were fighting it. The fondling, the fucking.  I knew almost what they felt. But I did have to hold an orgasm for fucking hours while the twins did everything they could to make me cum. The twins hadn't lost eye contact with each other since this whole debacle began. They began a blistering fast power fucking.  Their faces the same, as if on cue 

"Cum boys. Cum for us now."

The twisted faces, exhausted from the long ordeal and the concentration on not coming, finally breathed a groan of sheer pleasure. The twins while deep in a kiss both came into the asses of these trainees. 

The boys were unbound and laid on the bed right away. Ready with ointment they carefully applied it to the motionless trainees. Kind words flowed as they tenderly caressed the unbeaten parts of their bodies. 

"Let's leave them to rest. Their recovery will keep them from working for a few days."

We three stood together. The twins wrapped their arms around me, smiling at the catatonic boys on the bed. They were showing off their accomplishments. If I hadn't been so horrified I would be patting them on the back. I didn't know how to act, prideful one moment, horrified the next. Again, speechless. .