BDSM Mansion

I could barely look at the twins for a week. The red lash marks had started fading earlier but no matter how those butts looked now, I only saw them brutally lashed.  By me. 

I saw to them personally and demanded Reagan to keep a constant eye on them until they were recovered enough to get around by themselves They knew I was having a difficult time with what happened. Actually, more with what I did. They did nothing but ask. I'm the one who brutally attacked these beautiful boys. 

It only took a few days for them to crawl into bed with me again. They were making a point to show how they felt, that basically nothing had changed. A concept I wasn't sure I could ever embrace.

Hank and I seemed to be hanging out often. We can sit in silence in the library without feeling the need to be engaged in conversation. Though when we do talk, the information I'm getting from him is helping me become more comfortable with the lame brained idea I have for the estate.  I think that I see it, the finished product, but he seems to have lived it.  It took him a while to tell me but it appears, though he didn't know my aunt, he was acquainted with my uncle and my cousin.  Two more relatives I had no knowledge of. My questions are plentiful as you can imagine. Where are they now?  Why am I here instead of them?  Hank's taking his time revealing the past about this place, he's busy with his new boyfriend (who is drop dead gorgeous) while I'm dealing with this perverse vision I have of this place.  And I discovered there are cameras in most of the rooms, including the staff quarters. It's all I can  do to keep myself from wanting to watch Hank and Stephen. A problem the twins don't have. In fact they're the ones who made the discovery. The media room was hidden behind the library shelves. I'm confused. The dungeon hasn't been used in years but these cameras seem state of the art. My conclusion being that there are still mysteries here. Of course the twins have taken on the quest of solving this particular mystery in all seriousness. They think that if there are cameras maybe there are also recording devices. Unfortunately I'm dealing with what I envisioned being a fun "lark" ,become this hugely expensive clusterfuck.  

Our so-called designer has been seen everywhere taking notes and speaking into a recorder. He's become accustomed to our nudity but hasn't joined in ....yet. Reagan believes our designer will soon be seen naked in the pool. 

"Daddy!! You gotta see this" 

Since the boys found the camera room, they have snooped on everyone. At first I found this disturbing but have grown voyeuristic since watching an Annex hunk "interview" a young trainee they planned to feature in a video. I'm sure glad the twins found a way to record these scenes. Watching the "interview " we three fell into a sweaty lust fest while watching it for the second and third times. I'll describe the scene later. 

Hank and Stephen were fondling and kissing. The boy was naked and Hank was still fully dressed. He was until Stephen sunk to his knees and after licking and biting the leather covering hank's crotch, took out his cock and put it in his mouth. Stephen was keeping eye contact and was smiling a particularly wicked smile. Something told me this was going to be interesting. 

Stephen held Hank's hips while he took his cock into his mouth. Smiling, Hank held Stephen's head and shoved his cock in deeper. Stephen's body responded by trying to pull away, but Hank held steady. Not being able to breathe the boys body began spasming and choking. Stephen slapped his hands against the man's thighs in an obvious plea to be released to get his breath. Hank didn't relent, he seemed to be trying to shove his cock in deeper.  Stephen's hands dropped, his body followed. His eyes were wide open, face contorted. 

"Holy fucking shit!!" 

"Daddy!!" I was standing thinking to try to save this boy from asphyxiation. 

"Daddy wait!! "

Hank was tenderly holding Stephen , kissing his forehead, his temple, then his gasping lips. The twins were whispering for some reason. 

"Daddy, it's breath play. Avery used to do it "

Hank lifted the boy and lay him on the bed. As Hank caressed the boys body, he relaxed and smiled back at the older man. The kiss was tender then passionate as they both wrapped arm's around each other. 

Hanks hand drifted to the dick laying limp on the boy's abdomen, it quickly grew to an almost superhuman length and girth. 

"What the fuck?!!"

"Daddy, I don't think this is going to end up the way we might think."

Hank's mouth had traveled to Stephen's dick and was slowly taking it into his mouth. 

After some foreplay, if that's what we should call it, Hank was now naked.  Both were laying on the bed, snuggling kissing, groping. Untangling himself Stephen stood and walked to the end of the bed where Hank had hung his head over the side.  

His hands grasping Stephen's thighs , Hank draws the head of the boy's massive cock into his mouth.  

Keeping about three inches in Hank's mouth, Stephen has been slowly moving in and out. Hanks cheeks show he's sucking, I imagine his tongue licking up and down and ticking the head. Stephen reached to Hank's chest and twists the nipples until hanks body responds by arching.  Hands still on the boys thighs the older man takes more and more of the long cock, with very little gagging or choking Hank had taken the entire length. Stephen continued fucking the throat, sliding all the way out, we saw Hank take a short breath just before the cock is once again buried to its hilt. Stephen is now unmoving. Hanks body was struggling. Soon trying to rise up from the bed, still impaled. His legs were kicking, arms flailing.  

Stephen picked up an object from the bed. It's a whip. As Hank struggled for breath, Stephen lashed the body laying before him. The lash marks are bright red but Stephen didn't stop. Hanks body fell limp. The cock slowly was removed so the older man could finally breathe 

The two naked men stared at each other grinning. 

"Ass!!"

We hear Stephen command. Hank turned, buried his  head in a pillow and presented his ass to the boy holding the whip. Several lashes later hanks bank and butt are covered in red marks. 

Stephen again knelt, this time to press his mouth to Hanks asshole. The older man gripped the bedding as he moaned, the tongue entered the asshole and started tongue fucking it. 

Stephen's hands found Hanks balls and started a gentle massage. Then he gripped and tugged the scrotum, Hank was yelling into the pillow. Cupping the balls in one hand Stephen started tapping them, then slapping, until he was finally smashing them with his fist. 

Slapping the reddened butt cheeks, the boy brings his hardon to Hank's hole and starts sliding it in. Hank's back was being whipped while the boy continued fucking. Grabbing the man's waist Stephen began a power fuck to end all power fucks. His massive cock frequently drawn all the way out, to wait a second and thrust wildly back in. For a half hour this scene went on til with a hard push into Hank's ass the boy tilted his head back and groaned. He stood stock still. 

The tiny aftershocks of his orgasm shook his body. As he removed himself from the older man we saw a stream of cum drip onto the bedding. 

"Clean it!!!"

Dutifully Hank rose and knelt in front of the boy. Licking and sucking this cock was a hot action to watch. I noticed all three cock in the camera room were pointing up. 

Hank returned to the bed. Aftercare cream in hand Stephen loving applied the salve it to all Hank's many red lashes. 

"Sleep baby, I'm staying right here with you. "

"I don't get it, Hank didn't orgasm, did he? Did I miss something ?"

"I don't think they're done, Daddy"

I take both boys's dicks and stroke them as we assemble into a position where I'm on my knees taking turns licking and sucking their delicious, smooth dicks. These boys are identical in every way. Their dicks are perfect, one at a time I took them into my throat, offering a soft gag. Fondling their balls I sucked them each in turn, my fingers eventually wandered down the perineum to their holes.  

Their moans were egging me on to poke my fingertips into them. They are always lubed, always ready to play, always ready to fuck or get fucked. I pushed my fingers in and start fucking them with my fingers. I tasted the first drops of precum, wishing I could share it with them. 

Back and forth I suck and lick, at one point my mouth dropped down to the base where I sucked a hickie into their beautiful bodies. This touch of pain drew a gasp and moan of anticipation. Looking up, just catching their eyes, I gave a slight nod of my head. I'm still fingering the boys holes when their hands moved to their dicks to start stroking. The boys switch and were stroking each others dick, feverishly kissing and moaning into each others mouth. 

As I find their prostates, the moist dick heads rubbed against my mouth. The stroking becomes frantic as these boys each shoot their cum into my mouth. They squeezed the last few drops into my mouth. 

All kneeling we kissed until fatigue overtook us and we sat back on the floor. 

"Daddy? "

I smile and now taking turns on me, they straddled my dick and rocked back and forth, this shouldn't take long. They started pounding my groin with their butts,  until I started thrusting into them. At what they've come to know as the last moment their lips both wrapped around my dick head to suck the cum as it oozes out. My eyes rolled back as my head not so gently hit the floor. Giggling, they kissed me and we shared the tastes as well as the moment. 

"You boys look exhausted "

Andrei was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, grinning at the sight of our bodies splayed across the floor. 

In unison (this is so annoying) "when are you going to join us?" The look, the giggle. 

"I was wondering where this room was. I spotted the cameras, and do you really think they belong in every room?"