The Restraining of Sergei: Part One
Winter was creeping toward us in K and I was busy with exams and I had a few papers to write. But I also had my eye on my fourth year, the year before going into medical school. The question of where the hell that would be was hanging over Trevor and me. I hoped I could stay in K, since that would be easiest. But at the same time we both knew that it wouldn't be that hard for Trevor to do some commuting since his schedule was going to be way more flexible than mine. You know, I was going to be working my ass off all day long, and he would be mostly just writing and researching and teaching a class or two.
But we had a while to decide and as the first snow fell on K we started thinking about Christmas and the holidays.
And after our strange evening with Jeff, apparently he and Trevor were a little awkward with each other. What we did really changed their friendship, and in ways that were hard to predict. But I felt I had to stay out of it since in some ways I was the object of Jeff's initial attraction and their friendship was more important. But I also realized I was kind of hot for him. Not like I was for Trevor, of course. It's not like I had a sudden crush or anything, but I certainly wanted to explore his sexual boundaries and get my hands – and mouth – on that cock of his.
In the meantime, I started planning our trip to Vancouver that would be both about seeing Stephen and Ilya, but also our chance to have our way with Sergei and get it all recorded. First we had to make sure that Sergei was going to even be in Vancouver over the holidays. I wondered if he might go to Russia, but as it turned out, according to Sanjay, he was staying put. I don't know how he knew this and I knew it was better if I didn't ask.
I started by booking a hotel room in downtown Vancouver. An expensive one. Ilya said it was important that it be a really nice hotel and since Ilya was paying – that was the deal, Ilya would be funding all of this – I chose a penthouse suite in the swankiest hotel I could find. It felt a little wild, since it was a place I would never be in otherwise. I won't tell you how much it cost. Ridiculous. The knowledge – that was not meant for public consumption – that Ilya had a pile of money stashed away made me happy for Stephen, since their future was pretty secure no matter what they did or where they were.
Then I did some virtual shopping for some, shall we say, equipment. It was really fun. You know what I mean, right? Leather restraints. A leather blindfold. A small whip in case it seemed like the right thing to do, and I hoped it would. I bought Trevor and I a pair of leather shorts. You know the ones? The ones that are like boxer briefs, but tighter and with studs on them. The guys in the ads looked really hot so I thought that would be fun. By the time I pressed 'send' on the order I was all horned up. It was a Monday afternoon and Trevor was at the university, so I had to just bear being turned on until he got home. But I was excited. A little scared, but excited. They always go together in my experience.
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We got to our hotel in Vancouver on December 14 and settled into our huge room. It was epic. A place only someone like Sergei could afford. The bed was emperor sized. The bathroom was as big as our apartment. It had a sitting room and a big balcony that was, given that it was raining non-stop, useless.
Trevor and I settled in for a couple of hours and tried to rest. We tried not to have sex, since we wanted to pace ourselves. Sanjay and Josh had discovered where Sergei liked to hang out (I didn't ask how they figured this out, but I assume it had something to do with accessing his credit card or text messages or who knows what). But that first night we were to have dinner with Ilya and Stephen. I was excited to see Stephen: it had been too long.
We went to their place in North Vancouver and we decided the only way to get there without getting lost was an Uber. Along the way, I admired the city lights and the shape of the mountains that you could just make out in the distance, like big shadowy clouds. Very beautiful.
But when Stephen opened the door I felt so happy. Who wouldn't? We had a long hug and I could feel the weight of all that he had been through in the last year. And Ilya, right behind him, was smiling his Russian smile and looked adorable. I hugged him and Trevor hugged everyone. We were all pretty happy.
Over dinner and after catching up, we had a little chat about Sergei and strategy. Ilya supported the idea of us 'accidentally' meeting him in a bar he liked to go to with his friends. Apparently Sanjay got access to his text messages so they could more or less figure out when he might go there. Ilya said it was a really high-end place at the top of one of the big condo buildings downtown. Not gay, but certainly poly-sexual.
After dinner we sat in the living room with some brandy and we were all a little drunk. Part of me wanted to get something going because being around Stephen always seems to lead that way, but I knew enough to keep my hands off. Ilya was not ready for our kind of spontaneous sex games, even though I knew Trevor would be. But I could imagine it. Oh boy, could I. Ilya, as Stephen has no doubt told you a million times, is gorgeous. And sweet. And smart. No wonder he fell for him. But he was off limits.
At one point Ilya said, “Oh, I almost forgot...” He pulled out his phone and scrolled though some things, then looked up at me. My phone pinged. It was Sergei's picture, of course. I looked at it for a second. Stunning. That was the only word I could find. Curly brown hair, big blue eyes, narrow, model-quality face with a little scruff. I looked at Ilya and he seemed almost embarrassed. All I said was,”I can see why you fell for him.”
So at about midnight, Trevor gave me the sign that it was time to go back to the hotel. He ordered an Uber and we all hugged. We were to keep Ilya and Stephen posted on any developments – any Sergei sightings and the like. At the door, just before I left their apartment, Ilya gave me a big, long hug. He said into my ear, “Thank you for being such a good friend to Stephen.”
I wanted to cry. The sweetness was almost overwhelming. I kissed his cheek and said, “He's basically my brother. How could I not?”
Ilya gave me a little smile and I felt his hand run slowly down my back and grab my ass. He said, “Yes, and you gave him other things as well. I'm glad about that, too.” He gently massaged my ass then stepped back, all innocent. I was starting to see what Stephen was talking about. Complicated, surprising guy. I filed away that moment for future consideration.
We got to the hotel and because it's a really expensive place, the bar – all shiny and smooth – was still open and full of beautiful – or at least rich – people. We were dressed more or less respectably, so we went in and sat at the bar. We both ordered insanely expensive cocktails and, once they had arrived, made by a stunning woman in black, we toasted to our adventure.
I took a sip and had a look around. Everyone was incredibly well-groomed and fit - or at least pretending to be. A little way along the bar there was this guy that I clocked immediately and when Trevor nudged me, I saw that he had, too. He was probably ten years our senior and wearing a dark red turtleneck that accentuated his dark skin and his really short, black hair. He face was all sculpted and smooth and he a lovely, kissable mouth. He wasn't built, but I could tell that his slim arms were strong.
I was staring a little much and he turned and caught me. I gave him a little smile and felt stupid, so I turned and looked at my drink. I've never been very good at those kinds of things: the whole art of looks and stares. Trevor, on the other hand, is a master and I could tell he had taken over. In fact, he picked up his drink and walked over to the dude and they began talking. Trevor was asking questions, and occasionally put his hand on the guy's arm, or on his shoulder.
The guy, of course, got it right away, because he kept glancing at me with this little smile. So I moved over and joined them. Trevor said, “Rene, this is my partner, Mark.”
I grinned and said, “Very nice to meet you.”
Rene regarded me for a moment with a cool expression on his face, but then, like the sun coming out, gave me the nicest smile. “Nice to meet you. I hear you're from Ontario.”
I nodded and said, “Yeah, we're both at the University of K. What about you?”
He laughed and said, “That's why you look so young. I've lived here my whole life.”
His eyes were dark and deep and I wanted to touch his face and kiss those lips. He was wearing these black pants that accentuated his lean legs. I sat on the bar stool next to him and I could smell this musky cologne that went to my head. People need to wear more cologne, I think. It really gets the pheromones running.
We finished our drinks and found out that Rene was a stock broker in the city and he lived a few doors away and I realized not too far from Sanjay and Josh. What is it about downtown Vancouver?
But all three of us knew where the conversation was going. Trevor took the last sip of his drink and said, “Well that's too bad. I've finished my drink. Well, I guess we should go to our room, Mark.”
Rene, without missing a beat, said, “That is too bad. Maybe I should walk you so you get there safely.”
I gave Rene a smile and put my hand on his back and said, “Follow us.”
So much for pacing ourselves. But when the opportunity to spend time with a really lovely guy comes along, how can you pass it up?
We got to our room and ushered Rene inside. He obviously knew what the rooms were like in that hotel, because he didn't say a word about the ridiculously ostentatious place we had. Beside, we were there for another purpose. And that purpose, I quickly understood, was for him to have two cocks to suck. He got on his knees in the middle of the room and undid his pants.
He gave us a little smile and said, “I really only want one thing. You can fuck me if you want, but mostly I just want your cocks in my mouth.”
I had rarely met someone so single-minded, not that I had had sex with many guys before Trevor, but still. I asked, “Do you want us naked?”
With a grin, he nodded and removed his shirt revealing a chest that was this amazing rich colour with dark trimmed hair, and toned muscles. It was glistening with a little sweat. Beautiful. He pulled his pants down and hauled out a really nice, but not too big dick that was already rigid. I wanted to get down there and have a taste, but he clearly wasn't there for that. Trevor and I removed our clothes and went up to him, on either side of his face.
Trevor stepped forward and Rene looked at my Trevor's massive tool as if it was his birthday or something. He said, “Very nice, Trevor. This is a cock worth some attention.”
Trevor began to rub his dick all over Rene's face, staring with his forehead. He seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of what Rene was in to, because Rene made a sound that was not quite a moan and not quite a purr. I watched him reach for his dick and begin to stroke it really slowly, something he did the whole time.
Trevor continued to rub the head of his dick over Rene's cheeks, down to his chin, along his jaw-line, leaving a trail of shiny precum. I imagined that Rene's scruff was causing him to feel all kinds of things and Trevor grunted as his cock made the circuit of his face. Trevor then ran the head of his cock on Reve's lips, all the way around, then Rene opened his mouth and kept it open, waiting. Trevor pulled his cock back which was connected to Rene's lower lip by a string of precum. Rene moaned and moved his mouth forward, the shiny liquid settling on his tongue.
With a cock the size of Trevor's it is an event when someone takes the whole thing. I'm used to it, but other people? And Rene took the whole thing. I could see his mouth stretching, and I imagined his throat was relaxing, because that barge pole slid in all the way so that Rene's lips were kissing Trevor's blonde pubes. He didn't choke, he didn't flinch, he just took it. And made this sound like a low rumble.
Trevor pulled his dick out and whole bunch of spit followed it. Trevor said, “You want us to fuck your face, don't you?”
Rene said very solemnly, “Yeah. Fuck my face. Both of you.”
I liked the fact that he was the one doing the ordering. For a second I thought about Sergei and what sort of order he might want, or give. But that was quickly dissolved when Rene turned and inhaled my cock. That's the only world I can think of. My whole cock just disappeared into his mouth and when his lips met my body, I could feel his mouth pulsing and sucking, his lips rubbing against the skin around the base. It was incredible. He was all suction and I didn't have to do anything.
He went back to Trevor's cock and did it again, taking the whole thing. I could see the undulations of his throat as Trevor's big muscle went deep and Rene seemed to hardly notice, except to make some sort of moaning sound. He was still stroking himself. Trevor was in heaven. He threw his head back and gasped as his cock went deeper into Rene's throat. He took Rene's head in his hands and pulled back and began to really fuck, his hips getting all active. I ran my hand over Trevor's strong ass, then my fingers up and down the crack, tickling him, feeling the heat, feeling a little sweat, smelling Trevor's intense I-want-to-fuck smell, all damp and woodsy and sharp.
I decided to investigate Rene more. I got down on the floor behind him and pulled his ass up. He let me, so I assumed he was into it. I ran my tongue up between his butt cheeks, enjoying the prickle of his trimmed hair on my tongue, enjoying the softness of his hole when I found it with my mouth. The heat of this guy's body was intense and he had a different, softer, more spicy aroma that filled my head. My tongue darted in and swirled around and Rene pushed back, obviously enjoying what I was doing. I saw his balls hanging there, but I didn't think he was interested in them getting attention, so I got up and ran my tool up between his firm cheeks and watched Trevor continue to grind his crotch into Rene's face.
I took hold of his hips and started to gently break this guy's ass seal, watching my length disappear between his taut cheeks. Rene's ass was tight and gave me lots of nice, soft friction as I began to fuck him slowly, ploughed that tight space. I knew I wasn't meant to cum in his ass, so I held myself back. Trevor watched me, grinning. He was sweating a little and every time he dug into Rene's throat he gasped, or swore or moaned.
Suddenly, Rene pulled away from me and stood up. He didn't say anything and walked over the to the bed and lay down, propping a pillow against the back of the bed where he leaned. He said, “Feed me here.”
I liked he used the word 'feed'. It indicated it was all he really wanted. He and Stephen would have had something to say to each other. I suddenly imagined Stephen and this guy on their knees taking a bunch of cocks, but I came back to reality and we got on the bed and got ourselves over Rene's face who then said to me, “Fuck my face, Mark. Don't be shy.”
So I did. I slid my cock into his mouth and used the wall to lean against and started to move, pretending I was fucking his ass. I knew by this point I had no fear of anything being too much for this guy, so I didn't hold back. He helped by wrapping a couple of fingers around the base of my cock for added friction and put his other hand on my ass gripping one cheek for stability. I started to fuck, to pummel this guy's mouth. I could feel a fast buildup of energy and I imagined I could hear little blasts going off in my aching cock and I went nuclear, and thrust as deep as I could go, feeling cum rocket out of me into his throat. When I was empty, I pulled out and Rene gasped and swallowed. I got out of the way and Trevor moved in. Rene was jacking himself faster, clearly really excited. Trevor pushed his tool in. Rene's mouth stretched and I could hear him groaning into the flesh of Trevor's dick. I moved close to him and we kissed as he jammed himself all the say into Rene, his cock like a big piece of machinery, pounding. I looked down and watched Rene's face stretching, his throat managing to take him, his hand holding the base of Trevor's cock, spit running from the sides of his mouth.
Trevor seemed surprised that he reached the point of no return as fast as he did and made some deep choking sounds and pushed Rene into the bed, arching his back so he could jam it even deeper. He threw his head back and gasped a bunch before falling backward, his cock sliding out of Rene's mouth. It was all shiny and streaked with his cum.
Rene was lying there, swallowing, with a few dollops of our cum over his chin, and his hand was a blur on his cock, his dark skin glistening. I sat down to watch, occasionally leaning over and kissing him, but it didn't take long and soon cum started to pour out all over his moving fist and drool all over his stomach and drip down his balls. He didn't make a sound, just watched himself cum.
When he was done he sighed once really deeply and shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he laughed like a kid and said, “That was awesome, dudes! Thanks!”
He sat up, all cheery and bright. I was kind of amazed. I had expected him to be solemn and intense. He slid off the bed and using his hand, wiped up his cum off his crotch and belly and licked it off. I watched him, fascinated. He managed to clean up almost all of it with his fingers, literally smacking his lips when he was done. Then he proceeded to dress, asking us questions about our trip and telling us places to go in Vancouver. When he was all put back together, we stood up and kissed him and sent him on his way. Just before leaving he said, “If you two want to do that again, just text me. No offence, Mark, but Trevor...fuck! I'd be very happy to have that in my face again.” Trevor chuckled but looked embarrassed.
We got into the swimming pool of a bed and wrapped the bedspread over us, feeling tired from the flight and from Rene. We didn't say much as we fell asleep, both of us completely spent.
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The next day we got to work. Sanjay was going to text us the minute he knew Sergei was headed out and to where. So we spent the day getting ourselves ready. Ilya had transfered a bunch of money to my account so we could buy ourselves some clothes. We went to the most expensive men's shops and tried on a bunch of things. It felt like we were imposters – which in a way we were – trying on pants that cost as much as our rent for two months. In the end we bought two outfits each that, according to the salesperson, would do for clubbing and going out for dinner.
I remember standing at the mirror wearing these dark blue pants that fit me like a glove, and a white silk shirt that had artfully arranged blotches of green. Crazy, but I looked awesome. And Trevor? Oh my god. I wanted to get on my knees in the store. He had these black pants that somehow were blue and gold at the same time and they were tight enough that you could see the outline of that amazing instrument of his. I did get on my knees in the change room and lick the outline of his cock through he fabric.
That morning, I had found a really high-end electronic store online and we eventually found the place on some dodgy street south of downtown and asked a really cute salesperson for the best and smallest cameras possible that could be operated remotely. The guy was adorable and it was hard to pay attention to what he was saying because at least I wanted to pull him into the back room and have a look in his pants. But he was very helpful and we bought three cameras that came with a remote that we could connect with my laptop. Once we paid the bill, Trevor looked me and then looked at the guy and got all brazen as fuck.
He said, “Hey, I'm Trevor. This is Mark. If you feel like hanging out that would be cool.”
The guy was clearly startled, but he managed a little smile and said, “Well thanks, Trevor. I'm flattered, but....you know.”
I knew that Trevor knew he was straight, but you have to try, right?
Once we had all our purchases, we went back to the hotel for a nap. And really we just napped. We wanted to save our sexual energy for whatever – and whenever – we got the chance with Sergei.
Then we spent some time putting the cameras up so they couldn't be seen. One over the bed, of course, hidden in the light fixture. One in the shadow a vase on a little table by the main door that, we realized, took in the whole room, and Trevor wanted one in the bathroom. I said, “The bathroom?”
Trevor just looked at me meaningfully for a second. Then I got it. “You're a dirty boy. That's one of the many reasons I love you so much.”
He leaned over and kissed me very sweetly. He said, “Well I just thought we might wan to see if Sergei wants to have a bath...or whatever...you know. Maybe some water sports.”
I grinned and grabbed Trevor's cock through his pants. “Yeah. Of course.”
We had dinner at the hotel, then went to bed early.
The next day was similar. We bought shoes and insanely expensive underwear that was hard to resist tearing off each other in the dressing room of the store. He got some briefs that were silk and tight and almost transparent. His cock looked magnificent.
Later that afternoon as we sat in a coffee shop and talked about what we would do with Sergei, my phone pinged. It was Josh. Bingo. Sergei was headed to the bar later. I looked at Trevor and said, “Are we ready to do this?”
He put his arms around me and said, “Of course we are. He's just a guy like any other guy. Well, except for the insanely jealous, super rich part.”
Josh said he was supposed to getting to the bar around midnight so Trevor and I spent the early evening grooming and shaving various parts of ourselves. Again, it was really hard not to devolve into sex, but we managed to restrain ourselves. Or at least Trevor let me suck his cock for a while, but he stopped me before he came.
At ten we went out for a late dinner at the hotel, had some wine, had a shot of vodka each, toasting to Ilya, and felt fortified. The bar was only a block or two away, so we made our way over and up the elevator to some impossible height and there was the bar. Holy fuck. It was huge and at least three storeys. The music was some sort of Euro-techno but surprisingly not that loud. I was really glad we shopped for clothes because even though we had spent several thousand dollars, we were barely keeping up in the fashion department.
We each got a martini and started to make a circuit of the place. It had all these little metal stairways that if you were wearing really high heels – as most of women were – you had to be careful. There were little knots of people standing around looking at each other. Some clearly straight, some clearly gay, some clearly somewhere in between. A gorgeous trans guy tried to pick us up while we were at the bar getting our second martini. He was stunning and sleek, and was gracious when we declined. Not that we wouldn't have taken him back to our hotel in a heartbeat but we had to focus on our plan. Trevor gave him a little kiss saying, “We would love to hang out with you, but we have to meet someone.”
I filed that moment away for future reference. Trevor and I seemed to be attracted to anyone.
We made it to the third floor which seemed to be a kind of chill-out zone, with big sofas and chairs. It was around one and we made our way through the darker space, watching all the activities. There was fair bit of coke being consumed in the washroom up there, and that made me think we were in the right zone to find Sergei.
Finally off in a corner by some floor-to-ceiling windows, we spotted him. He was sitting with three women and a couple of guys. He looked exactly like his picture and I could see why Ilya had been bewitched by him. His curly hair was perfect and adorable. His face was smooth and sculpted. He was wearing this black shirt the fit over his perfect body and his strong arms. We stopped for a moment and I said, “What now?”
Trevor leaned in and kissed my cheek and said, “We wait for him to go the washroom then on his way back we make friends with him.
He made it sound so easy. We stood for a while and even chatted with this older dude who seemed also to be in to us, so we flirted, but kept our eyes on Sergei. Because of the lighting, he wouldn't be able to see us until we emerged from the dark space we were in.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, Sergei got up and walked by. We watched him head for the rest rooms and waited. It took him a while, and I assumed he was also having a coke moment. Then we saw him come back through the crowd. The music was subtly thumping and the martinis we had had were working their magic, so I found some guy inside me I hadn't expected to find. As Sergei moved toward us, I grabbed Trevor's hand and started walked toward Sergei in a casual, distracted way so that when we collided with him, it seemed utterly random.
His shoulder hit my chest and I stopped and said, “Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry.” I put my hand on his back and gave him my best smile. Trevor, who was right beside me, said, “He was telling me about Ibiza last summer. So distracting.”
Sergei, as we were told, could be very charming and he was. With a light Russian accent he smiled at us and I could tell he was checking us out. He said, “Don't worry about it. I can understand being distracted by Ibiza.”
This was Trevor's conversational gambit and I hoped he had done his research because all I knew about Ibiza was the fact it was in the Mediterranean somewhere. Trevor said, “Right? It was crazy last summer.”
Sergei laughed and said, “Where did you stay?”
Without missing a beat, Trevor said, “Six Scenes is such a nice hotel, but we usually rent a place, but it was so last minute...”
I started to wonder who this Trevor was. He was channelling some sort of insanely rich guy and I was amazed. He clearly had done some in-depth research.
But Sergei nodded and said, “I sometimes rent a place in the hills not far from there. I have heard it is a beautiful hotel.”
I could feel some interest on Sergei's part and I could tell he was into Trevor at least. Trevor casually put his hand on Sergei's arm and said, “I'm Anthony and this is Liam. Will you have a drink with us?”
Sergei smiled very sweetly and said, “Come and join us.” He indicated with his arm to where he had been sitting. The guys were gone, but the three women were still there. We sat down and Sergei graciously introduced us to Natalie, Marie and Tatiana. Lovely women. Totally stoned on something. But very sweet. Their pupils were all dilated and they compulsively sipped from their tall drinks.
Sergei was very polite and engaging. I was sitting beside him and I took every opportunity – without being overly eager – to touch him. His arm, his shoulder, his back. Trevor leaned in at one point and whispered in my ear, “You're far too good at this.”
I turned and decided to both respond and also show Sergei that we were in fact a couple. I kissed Trevor very deeply for a second and said in a low voice, “I don't know who I am any more.”
But Sergei seemed to be pleased to see us kiss. He said, “You two are adorable. How long have you been together?”
Trevor leaned over and purred, “Oh, about a year. We met in Stockholm at Club Backdoor. What a place!”
Sergei laughed and said, “I've never been. Maybe you will take me some day.”
I was starting to get the feeling we were getting there. Sergei subtly moved closer to me at one point and I felt his leg come into contact with mine. I looked up at him and gave him a sly smile, then reached down and gripped his thigh for a second. Sergei turned up the wattage on his smile and pushed his leg into mine a little more firmly. We were definitely in.
We talked for a while about hotels and clubs in Europe that Trevor mostly was able to either deflect or actually answer. He really had done some research. I had to go to the bathroom, so I used Sergei's shoulder to steady me and got up and left the two of them. I knew Trevor could handle himself. The girls obviously had got tired of being ignored and had left without us noticing.
The bathroom was way too elegant and the cubicles were huge and private. I was pretty sure two guys were in the next one having sex.
When I got back to the table, more drinks had appeared and Trevor and Sergei were sitting close to each other, kissing really slowly. I slid in on the other side of Sergei. I realized we were going to make our move. I could just tell by the way Trevor was massaging the back of Sergei's neck. And then he leaned over and kissed Sergei again, all elegant and smooth. Trevor doesn't hold back when he's on a mission.
I watched them kiss, then pulled Sergei's face around and slid my tongue in his mouth. Sergei looked at me and ran his hand through my hair very softly. He said, all low and sultry, “You are very sexy.”
It was no wonder Ilya had been taken in. Sergei was charming and gorgeous and gracious and gentle and hot as fuck. How could you not be taken in? Guys like Sergei were dangerous because they can channel everyone's fantasy of the perfect guy. He was like the most charming spider that lured you into their web and once you were there, poisoned you and tied you up.
I leaned back and smiled at Sergei, allowing myself to be turned on, since I was, even though I wasn't at all taken in by him. He ran his hand over the growing bulge in my pants and said, “I wonder what you two are doing tonight?”
I heard Trevor say, “We have the penthouse suite at the Douglas...”
For a second, I wondered if Sergei would balk, but then his smile got bigger. He said, “I was going to ask if you wanted to come to my place, but I have always wanted to see the penthouse at the Douglas. I would be honoured to join you.”
Honoured? Now that was a good one. We would see how honourable you were, Sergei, is what I thought. But I leaned in a kissed him, savouring his tongue. He was a really good kisser. I slid my hand into his pants and gripped his cock. This was his other winning feature. His dick was almost Trevor-sized.
Trevor got up and walked over to the bar and paid the bill. I couldn't wait to hear how much that was. He came back and Sergei didn't seem to have noticed what Trevor had done. I think he was one of those privileged guys who really doesn't think about the cost of anything. A few hundred dollars for some drinks was so irrelevant, that it didn't merit a thought. Anyone could pay it. It was like buying a chocolate bar.
We got in the elevator and Sergei pulled us both close and the three of us kissed, our lips and tongues all messy together. I felt like we were casting a spell on Sergei, and I was getting more excited than I expected, something about the power we would have over him. I ran my hand over Sergei's cloth-covered cock again, and then Trevor joined me and we both massaged him while Trevor explored Sergei's neck with his tongue.
We pulled ourselves together when the elevator door opened and an elderly women with a little dog glared at us as we strolled out. The night was cool and damp. We strolled the block or so to the hotel and got in another elevator to the penthouse.
Trevor opened the door and we went into the suite. I imagined it wasn't anything exceptional to someone like Sergei who was used to the best in everything. But he was gracious and cool and told us how elegant it was.
We had bought some really nice scotch for the occasion. I got it out and produced some little glasses we had also bought and we had a few shots. Sergei seemed to be excited and he put his glass down and turned to me, pushing me backwards on the sofa, climbing on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. He had this look on his face that seemed almost animal and blank. I felt a little panic and glanced at Trevor.
“Hey, Sergei, let's slow down. We have all night.” He pulled Sergei off me and wrapped his arms around him in that Trevor way, all warm and tight, nuzzling the back of his neck and clearly mashing his groin into Sergei's ass.
Sergei looked a little confused, but then relaxed and chuckled. He said, “I guess I'm a little excited...you two are a good team. Very hot.”
I sat up, pretending like everything was fine even though I was a little annoyed. And we were a good team – we are a good team. I couldn't forget. I reminded myself that we could deal with this guy, this fucking abusive asshole.
Trevor pulled Sergei's shirt off and ran his hands over Sergei's beautiful, trimmed torso. The guy really was gorgeous. Trevor said, “You're the sexy one, Sergei.” He ran his hands over his uppers arms and purred, “And so fucking strong.” But Trevor pulled Sergei's face into his crotch. Not quickly, but firmly, angling his hips so the very substantial bulge in Trevor's pants was in Sergei's face. Trevor looked at me meaningfully.
Message received. I leaned over and quickly pushed a couple of buttons on the little device – that looked like a television remote – that started the cameras recording. It was time.
Trevor then pulled Sergei's face back up and said, “Your mouth is so sexy, Sergei. I want it all over me.”
I could tell Sergei liked to be admired. He beamed at Trevor and kissed him hungrily. I decided to get into Sergei's pants and see what was going on. I leaned down and undid them, hiking them down his thighs. Sergei shifted to let me slide them down his legs. I could smell some intense, floral cologne that was almost too much. Sergei was a bit much, despite him being a really attractive guy. His underwear was barely there, just a narrow band of something slinky and black. He was like some dude out of a very cheesy Italian porn from the sixties. Ridiculous. But I could also smell an intense, sharp sweaty smell that actually made me want to get in there and suck.
I started to massage his cock through the fabric with my nose, a cock that was bursting out of that little bit of material. Trevor was still kissing him and then I heard him say, “Why don't you take my pants off, Sergei. I need a little help.”
It was obvious to me what Trevor was doing. He was gradually leading Sergei along a path to submission, starting with Sergei taking his pants off. But Sergei went with it, and, still kissing Trevor, undid his pants and pulled them off. The underwear Trevor was wearing that cost as much as a sofa, was red and shaped like our leather shorts, but made of actual silk. Sergei made a little sound of appreciation and rubbed the outline of Trevor's amazing dick, discovering what my guy had tucked away in there.
I slipped Sergei's bikini briefs off and his dick wasn't much smaller. I stroked it a few times, and Sergei turned to me and he sucked my mouth onto his. He was a little rough and insistent. This guy was not one for subtlety, but I went with it.
Trevor leaned over and licked Sergei's ear and said, really softly, “Let's go to the bed, Sergei, we'll have more room to play.”
So Trevor took Sergei's hand and they went to the bed. Very gently, almost as if by accident, he nudged Sergei onto his back and sort of fell on top of him. At first I could tell Sergei was startled and he tried to flip them over, but Trevor leaned in and kissed him hungrily and I could tell his was stroking Sergei at the same time who gradually relaxed and I could see their mouths squashed together.
I took the opportunity to get my leather shorts which were under the bed. I got naked then, then I slid them on and tucked my hard-as-fuck dick in as best I could. The whole scene was making me a little crazy, partly fuelled by my annoyance – anger, even – at Sergei. But I let some of it go and got on the bed and joined them. I got my face between Trevor and Sergei's legs where their cocks and balls were grinding against each other and spent some time sucking and licked and rooting around with my nose. I could hear both of them moaning so I knew it was a good thing to do.
Suddenly, Sergei pushed Trevor off him and slid toward me. I turned and saw this same look on his face, all feral and a little dangerous. I took a breath and let Sergei push his cock in my mouth with a fair bit of force. I let him fuck my mouth – which was kind of hot – but I could see out of the corner of my eye, Trevor had moved behind Sergei, then leaned down.
Sergei grunted and swore and I could tell that Trevor's mouth was exploring his hole. I reached for Sergei's balls and tugged them, and used my tongue on the underside of his cock, fluttering and snaking it around. I was used to really big cocks, after all. I could take Trevor's any day of the week – either down my throat or in my ass. So Sergei's was easy. So yeah, I did some professional-level deep throating, enjoying his increasingly intense, slightly musty smell that seemed to coming from everywhere.
Grinding his hips, Sergei was pushing his ass into Trevor's face, so I took the opportunity to slide out from under him and move off the bed. I pulled out the leather restraints and the whip and put them on the bed beside Trevor, all casual and innocent. Then I moved back to Sergei and leaned down, giving him a series of sweet, innocent kisses. I said as seductively as I could, “Trevor really likes your ass, Sergei. You have a beautiful ass.” And he really did, but that wasn't the point. I kissed him with some tongue and then said, “Maybe you could let Trevor fuck you. It would be really amazing if he fucked you, don't you think? I love watching my guy with his big cock in someone's hole.”
I was pushing it, but I had the sense that Sergei was letting go of his usual 'I'm the fucking top in this room' thing. Sergei looked at me for a second, then gasped and I looked up and Trevor, now sitting up, had started to finger him, pushing some of his hand into Sergei's beautiful butt. I said, “So fucking nice, isn't it, Sergei. You have the most beautiful ass. I can tell Trevor would be so grateful if he could fuck you...right Trevor?”
Trevor and I were putting on an Oscar-winning performance and we were making it up as we went along. But it seemed to be working. Sergei turned to Trevor and said a little roughly, “You want to fuck me?”
With a little smile, Trevor said, “I would be so grateful...your ass is so fucking sexy, Sergei. It needs attention.”
Continually stroking his ego – and probably other things – seemed to get Sergei into a more pliable state.
I got up on my knees with my cock close to Sergei's face, but I didn't do anything with it. My cock was like steel, my leather shorts halfway down my thighs. I was all dripping and wet, but I restrained myself. I watched Trevor rub his cock on Sergei's ass. I moved over and found our new lube that we had stashed under the pillows. Even it was expensive and claimed to be the best lube ever. I handed it to Trevor who leaned over and kissed me, then whispered, “You're way too good at this.”
I grinned at him, kissed him, then I moved around again and knelt by Sergei's face, giving myself a stroke. Trevor lubed his cock up and began to press in to Sergei and I leaned over and kissed him with little warm kissed on his cheeks and his nose, then I fastened my lips to his, exploring his mouth with my tongue. Sergei was making this sound into my mouth and it felt like he was both uncomfortable and excited at the same time.
At the point when Trevor's massive cock was all the way in, I thought that Sergei was going to balk. He stopped moving and looked almost angry. In response, I slid underneath him and burrowed my way down to his cock and slurped it in, tugging his balls, and sucking on the head. This seemed to work because I could feel him relax and when Trevor very slowly started to move his big muscle in Sergei's ass, he was clearly into it.
After a minute or so, I slid out from under them again and got back on my knees.Then I stood up so my cock was slightly above Sergei's face. He looked up at me and actually smiled. He was ours. This stupid, abusive asshole was ours. How the fuck did we do that? Trevor was clearly right. Underneath all the aggression was a hungry little bottom who really just wanted to be taken.
I caressed Sergei's face and said, “You are the sexiest man, Sergei. Trevor loves your ass and is going to fill it with cum. Do you want that?”
Sergei took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, I want his cum...” It was barely above a whisper.
Then I said, “Do you want my cum? I can give it to you.”
With another gulp, Sergei said, “I want all your cum.”
That's what I wanted to hear. I started telling Sergei how sexy he was. What a man he was. What a fucking stud he was. I could tell he was lapping it up. But I was also distracting him from Trevor who had leaned down and picked up the leather restraints. He took one of Sergei's arms and pulled it back, then the other. As he began to tie the restraint around his wrists, I could tell Sergei was suddenly on alert. I leaned forward and ran the head of my drooling cock on his lips. I said, “Trevor thinks you're so sexy, so fucking sexy, that we wants to try something new, something we've never tried and he thinks you will be the best person to learn it from. Is that all right, Sergei? Can we do that? So we can learn? Because you're such a fucking stud, you can teach us so much.”
I knew I was confusing the hell out of Sergei. He turned and looked at Trevor who was still slowly fucking him. Sergei's arms were behind him, and his wrists were resting just above his ass. Trevor smiled at him as if they were talking about the weather. He said, “Your asshole feels amazing, Sergei. Thank you.” Trevor was clearly thinking fast. Then he said, “You don't mind that I tied your hands, do you? A hot fuck like you? It's only going to make this feel better.” Then Trevor upped the ante. Still looking at Sergei, he slapped one of his ass cheeks rather hard. He growled, “Right, Sergei? This is what you want, isn't it? This is exactly what you want, right? My fucking big tool in your ass? My fucking huge cock drilling you into next week? You want that, right?”
We were right on the edge with this guy. I could tell it was a moment that could go either way. With a little gasp, Sergei almost whimpered and in a small but excited voice said, “Yeah. I want that. I fucking want that...I want your cocks. I want to be fucked. Use me any way you want as long as I get your cum.” It almost seemed like he was crying.
We couldn't have scripted this better. I almost jumped for joy. I was still rubbing my cock on Sergei's lips, but then I decided to go for it. I pushed my cock into his mouth with my hands on either side of his face and started to work it deeper into his throat.
So there was Sergei, abusive fucker that he was, on his hands and knees with Trevor's massive tool skewering his ass and my cock halfway down his throat and his hands tied behind his back. Sergei was looking up at me and I could tell a whole lot was going on in his head.
But in that moment, I could see something shift in Sergei. I could see in his eyes that he was doing something he definitely had done before, but I suspected only with people he would never see again. He was submitting. And what's more, he was liking it. He was liking it a lot. I reached down and caressed his face, watching my cock stretching his lips, a little dribble of spite coming out the sides of his mouth and I thought of the camera that was recording this moment, the camera that was mounted inside the light fixture above us. It was capturing the moment when Sergei let himself be restrained, spit-roasted by two guys and telling us how much he was into it.
And we had only just begun.
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