BDSM Mansion

The twins had been acting strangely all week. Whispering, huddled together deep in some near silent conversation. I'd asked them what was goin on but their replies were always the same "nothing,  Daddy"

I knew for certain I was about to be blindsided by these vixens. 

The four new interns were spending a lot of time in the kitchen and helping Reagan around the mansion, so they we're getting settled. Richie and his brother, Lucien were recently home from the hospital. Richie not being physically able to stop grinning, the boy hasn't had sex in over seven days but he grins. The twins were screening more videos, having found a couple to show me but I hadn't gotten around to it yet. 

"Daddy, we've been thinking....."

Oh fuck.

Every time these boys put their heads together I know I'm in trouble. 

"We want to go to the valley.........for two days". Not what I expected. 

"Ok. I guess I have no problem with that. You are free agents, you can do what you want. But, why do you want to?"

The look. The fucking giggles. ( really!! Grown boys giggling) 

Giving each other a look, I know I'm about to hear a lie. "We want to do a little shopping and we'd like to go back to the Annex coffee house.  We want to see Rhys and Wiley.  They were really nice to us even though we never really talked. Maybe see some old friends at the Dungeon....."

"Whoa. Who do you think you're talking to?"

The look. No giggles. 

"Daddy, when Richie found his brother we got to thinking we should see our folks again. We haven't talked for a long time. Too long."

Reasonable, but I knew it was a lie. 

"Take the SUV, be sure you have your phones and make sure they have a full charge before you go. And if you don't stay at your parents house I want to know where you are staying. No spending the night at the Dungeon. Fuck  No!! Take some bottled water with you. Maybe some snacks or something........"

The look. Giggling like the freaks they are 

".....what?"

"We'll be fine Daddy and yes we will be sure to call you "

"Okay well , you know you're free agents. I'm not your master. You really are on your own to do whenever you want......"

"We know Daddy, thank you "

A quick peck on the cheek and they're flying out of the room and down the hallway. By the time I'm at the front door, they're waving as they turn into our driveway 

"DON'T FUCKING FORGET TO FUCKING CALL ME"

The horn beeped twice, and they were gone. 

I don't  remember ever feeling so alone.

The car shot down the driveway and made the left hand turn on the highway. The valley was only 50 miles away but the winding roads made it take longer. The boys couldn't stop smiling. They didn't always have to talk, they already knew what the twin was thinking. They couldn't explain it but it sure came in handy. Since they were young they had had this affinity for each other. They knew when the other was hurt, was lost, was having sex without him. But, mostly they thought it a good thing. A "twin-thing", they decided. They had both been thinking about their parents. After high school the parents had pushed hard for college but they were making too much money and having too much fun escorting. When the parents were informed, the compromise was online college courses and they could stay at the home they grew up in. When the boys got their AA degree the parents suggested a place of their own would be wise. It was clear that their parents cared deeply for them, loved them, although knowing their boys were out getting fucked, fucking, or being watched while they fucked each other just rankled. The family relationship has changed, they felt untrusted. 

The boys love having sex, being twins on escort meant more money than they could have imagined.  The college degree had been mainly  to appease the parents. They had a lot to deal with: the boys's sexuality, their apparent incestuous relationship, their escorting.  Knowing the escorting had been going on for years must have caused them to question their parental ability. The boys felt they owed  them a lot for their understanding and tolerance. But that wasn't the reason they wanted to go to town. 

It had seemed everything they had ever done basically benefited someone else. So this was their breakout. Just for themselves. And they knew one thing: they were headed to West Hollywood.

Avery laid a hand on my shoulder as I stood in the doorway. "They'll be back Jason. I always knew they wouldn't stay with me very long. They needed the relationship I wouldn't give them. They loved  the sex but there was a big element missing.  You gave them that. You think you may have lost them, but you're actually cementing  the relationship by allowing them this bit of freedom "

Nice words from the guy whose cock, hands and forearms were inside those boys.  I still can't get rid of the mental picture. 

"Come on downstairs we're filming something for the twink site I bet you'll get a kick out of "

Right, you  got some pigeons to prolapse for you like you did the twins. MY TWINS. ERICK AND DERICK. MY FUCKING TWINS. 

"Sure"

I needed a little diversion "

Walking through the lobby I imagined mingling guests all in birthday suits. I was impatient, this whole business was taking too long. The renovations were going fast but I know it doesn't help matters thinking about it every day. I'd always been impatient. 

Avery led me to one of the bedroom sets where lights were being set up, actors were talking and laughing. Now this is what I thought gay porn should look like. Guys having fun. Isn't sex fun you have with friends?  I recognize one of the boys from his audition video. Cal....Something.... I think. Just can't remember what he did in  the video. His naked body is flawless, I'm hoping his smooth skin won't end up scarred with lash marks. The other twink, a trainee from the Academy, I assumed, was equally good looking. Although the second boy looked harder, an un-gentleness about him. I'm about to see a rough fucking  video. Shit. Not what I needed. Actually I wasn't sure what I needed, for sure. 

The boys were naked and the cameras began rolling. So far typical, the hard looking boy dropped and started  sucking the Cal-something-or-other guy, should I start yawning now?  The action, though predictable, got spicy when fingers found Cal-whatever's ass hole. And didn't just diddle, two fingers were twisting and fucking that hole while he was being sucked. The director, Avery, signaled the cameraman to focus in on the butthole action. Cal-whoever had spread his legs a bit. When the fingers came out, the camera stayed and zoomed in on that perfect pink asshole. It looked just as tight as I imagined it was before being finger fucked. The action moved to a bed but instead of getting on the bed, Cal-somebody sat on the floor,  then scooted up so his butt was pointed up and his now hard dick was aimed at his face. His shoulders were on the floor. Huh. I'd seen this before, I think. The hard boy, now on the bed put his face in the butt pointed upward. His action there was the focus of the shot, I guess. His tongue was visibly fucking the pink hole. The boy was ravenous, making those obscene sounds that normally gets my juices flowing, not that day. In my minds eye I saw  myself tag fucking  the twins, watching Andre and Richie as they suck the twins's dicks   However, the  scene I was  watching  went on for a while, way too long if you ask me, until hard boy angled his dick to fuck downward into the butthole. 

"Does  that boy have a tattoo on his dick?"

Avery smiles and nods. 

Like I said, he looked harder, not soft and fuckable, like Cal-whatever. I could imagine his body covered in provocative tattoos, piercings glinting under the lights. PA. Yeah, I was pretty sure I had this guy's future pegged. 

The action is now hard-boy fucking  Cal-whatever's hole while Cal-boy strokes his dick that is being bounced closer and closer to his face. As hard-boy fucks, he is pushing the hanging dick to within licking distance. Ok, now I'm interested. This is fresh, something,  if I had seen before I would remember. There is no such thing as something new in porn, they say. I wonder. The bottom boy has raised his head and took the head of his own dick into his mouth as he stroked the shaft. The harder the top boy thrusted the more of his own dick disappeared into Cal-boy's mouth. Top boy was starting the "all the way out-then plunge back inside " fucking until he once again buried his face in the butt he'd been fucking. His tongue obviously lapping something up. Lube?

Butt juice? 

"What is that?  Whatever he's licking up?"

"Flavored water. We have the boys douche using it. They love it. Gives this scene a little nasty twist, don't you think?"

That was true. Kept me watching. 

Top boy was fucking Cal-boy again and looked like he was getting ready to shoot his "money shot". Cal-boy had been having his g-spot ravaged by this stiff dick; I imagined he was holding his orgasm back. The camera zooms in on Cal-boy as he shoots a massive load onto his tongue. Top boy pulls out  and jumping off the bed, he straddled Cal-boys chest, he adds his copious amount of cum to the open smiling  mouth in front of him. The shot ends but after top boy moves, the camera focused on Cal-boy as he opens his mouth, swirling the milkshake of semen on his tongue to finally swallow. All this with a broad smile. There is cum streaked on his face, the camera follows top boy as he licked the stray ropes of cum then kissed Cal-boy, tongues dancing. I'm surprised,  as top boy turns around and once more buried his face in the exposed asshole. The camera had stopped. 

"Damn, that tastes good, Cameron, how do you do that? " the top boy asked. 

"Trade secret, asshole. But that feels great, keep eating!".  

Cameron!! That's his name. Why couldn't i remember that? I should have been able to remember that pink asshole anywhere. 

"Thanks guys, we'll do some stills in just a minute" 

I had to applaud Avery's casting intuition. Avery turned and pulled me along to a set that resembled what a college student's apartment might look like. While we were watching Cameron suck his own dick, there were five twinks in an orgy right next door. Damn!! The four rescues and the cum-faced boy from the audition videos. That boy was hard to forget, cum squirted and streaked  all over his face. An audition video to remember!! Cum-face was being spit roasted. These guys were rough, slapping cum-boys ass and face. As the dick moves in and out of the boys ass I see the fucking boy add a few fingers. As cum-face tried to protest, his head was clamped between the two hands of the boy stuffing a  dick down his  throat. After holding it in the boys throat for a minute he lets the cum-boy  take a quick breath and power fucks the face as the boys ass is also being savagely attacked. The other two boys watch and stroke their own dicks, In anticipation of being next?  I was right. Cum-boy is replaced with a rescued boy who is receiving similar action on his holes. Cum-boy had moved to the fucking boys ass and was spreading cheeks to stick his tongue in there. The fifth boy took similar position behind the other boy. For the next half hour these boys kept switching places until they had all experienced each role. These boys were noisy, with an off camera voice adding loud encouragement. Cum-boy jumped up and down excitedly and dropped to his knees, hands supporting him as he leaned back ,opening his mouth. One by one the four remaining boys aim their dicks into that open mouth and shoot their loads. The final shot is of cum-face licking his own load  off his fingers. 

"We'll cut out some of the boys's stroking to get their money shots, so it appears they were all ready to, one by one, leave their loads. The scene takes a while so we'll have to add some fake cum to replace what's slid down his throat. That boy qualifies as a real pig. When he's not being filmed he's offering himself as fluffer"

Why am I not surprised? 

Upstairs I looked in on Richie and Lucien, both still recovering from their  traumas. 

"Hey Daddy!  Where are the twins?"

"On an adventure. Should be checking in soon

How's our patient?"

Lucien is smiling up at me. "Thank you, sir. Thank you for bringing Ronald and me back together. This is a dream come true for us both"

Did he just call Richie Ronald? I look at Richie raising my eyebrows. 

"That's my real name, sir"

"Ok. So now I'm sir not Daddy?"

The smile returned to Richie's face. He's always going to be Richie to me. When he's ready to tell that story I'll be all ears. 

"How are your injuries coming along?"

"It's still hard to go to the toilet, but it's getting better." Lucien smiles with his brother as they join hands again. 

"IT'S BEEN ALMOST TWO FUCKING DAYS."Richie and Lucien look on as I pace their bedroom getting more agitated by the minute. The smiles have been replaced by concern on the two boys's faces. 

"IT'S BEEN  OVER 24 HOURS!!! I should have gotten at least one fucking call or even a fucking text message by now. What the fuck are they doing that they can't dial a FUCKING PHONE?"

Avery had been in to try calming me down. "The boys are fine. They can take care of themselves. They'll be back with stories that'll keep us laughing for weeks. Come on, I know these boys too"

Yeah, I thought, INSIDE and out. 

"So why don't they answer their phones?"

The twins had actually been gone the better part of two days. I know I shouldn't panic but try to  convince me of that. 

Reagan walked in the room wearing as little as possible. The tiny maid's apron had a new screen print  "show me yours and you can touch mine" 

"Master, sir, daddy or whatever we are today, you have a call on the house phone. Says he's a bartender"

A fucking bartender? What? He want a motherfucking audition? 

So far the  only calls on the house phone have been from those begging for auditions or trying to sell me something. Who the fuck has a landline anymore anyway? I follow Reagan to the phone alcove (yeah yeah don't say it). 

"WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? "

".......Daddy?"

Relief as well as dread flooded my muddled head. 

"Derick?  Derick?  Where are you. Are you alright ?  You brother with you? Let me talk to him"

"Uh.  Sir? I'm the bartender at the Viper Gallery, a bar here in LA. You need to come and pick this boy up. He needs a hospital or something. "

I was on the phone to Alex as I ran through the lobby, heading to the parking lot. 

"ALEX!!!YOU KNOW THE VIPER SOMETHING OR OTHER BAR IN LA?"

"No, but I can find it, I guess , what's up?"

"It's the twins, they're in some kind of trouble   Derick is there but they don't know where Erick is. I'm on my way there but I think you'd get there sooner if you can"

Alex remains his chill self. "Wow. Two rescues in as many  months. I'm on it"