The Mansion Boys...and Girl

by Alex Ryder

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When Jack met Alex, he wasn’t in the best emotional space. It was tough for Jack since he was experiencing some major professional success, but was still yearning for someone to love - and to love him. His Joshua obsession seemed to derail any chance he had with any new boy he met. He also had trouble since most boys were thrown by Jack’s fetish for being treated badly and his complete submission. If they thought they were meeting a hot daddy to be in control of them, they were always disappointed.

He ended up on a bender every so often. He’d disappear into the darkness of an alcohol, drug and sex fueled weekend. He was barely able to get it together by the time he needed to be functional during the week. Fortunately, Dillon was usually able to keep things on track while Jack recovered. Dillon was always there for Jack.

It was on one of these benders that Jack met Alex. He was at an underground after hours. It wasn’t the kind he’d go to during a circuit party weekend, at a club with hot boys and men dancing into the wee hours. It was something dirtier and more desperate. This was the kind of party at a dilapidated house in a bad neighborhood. A party filled with drugged out people dancing to repetitive trance music in a dark, smoky room. A party where people were fucking and more - some consetual, some not so much. It was not a pretty scene. Jack really didn’t belong there at all, but he was so cracked out and sad, he just went to escape his pain - usually with a different kind of pain.

Jack got his fix of some crystal meth and went to a corner of a blacked out room in the basement. He was looking for trouble. He found it down there. Random anonymous men were lurking about. Alex was one of those men, looking for someone to get him off and maybe rob. There was just enough light coming in through a glass block window that Alex could see a new face. It was a very high, distracted face that was zoning out. It also looked like someone who might have some money. He was too clean and well dressed to be from the neighborhood. 

Alex walked up to him and slapped him. Very hard. 

“Wake the fuck up retard!”

“Uh….ooooh….yeah. Sorry.”

Alex slapped him again even harder, knocking Jack into the wall. He grabbed Jack by the collar of his shirt and forced him to the ground. 

“Don’t be fucking sorry. Just suck my fucking cock.”

Alex pulled his huge cock out of his pants and shoved it into Jack’s mouth. Jack was still out of it, as the drugs were really kicking in at this point. Alex didn’t care. He pushed Jack’s head into the corner and proceeded to brutally throat fuck him. Another guy came over and tried to move in on things. Alex just elbowed him in the face. The guy ran off. Alex was relentless in his face fucking. He was banging Jack’s head into the concrete walls. Jack was choking and gagging, bile and mucus seeping out of his nose and mouth and dripping all over his shirt. Alex was on enough drugs himself that he couldn’t cum. He just kept fucking Jack’s face until he got bored.

“Yeah. You’re gonna do just fine. Let’s go.”

Jack stumbled up and wiped his face. Alex grabbed him by his shirt and led him upstairs. He stopped at a dealer and had Jack buy more drugs. They finally left the house.

“You got a place?”

“Yeah.”

“A car?”

“Yeah. Around the corner.”

Alex knew he struck gold when he saw the two seater Audi Roadster that Jack pointed to.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re lucky that this is still here. Nice. A rich douchebag.”

Jack drove them to the apartment he had in downtown Milwaukee. It was a glass and steel skyscraper - one of the newest luxury apartment buildings in the city. It was just built. Jack as a major investor. It was barely occupied since it was so new.

“Holy fucking Christ! You live here? What the fuck were you doing in my neighborhood?”

“Looking for you, I guess.”

Alex decided at that moment that he’d landed a whale and needed to play his cards right. He was going to turn on the charm and win this guy over. He wanted Jack to get him out of the shithole place he lived and into a life of luxury. As was almost always the case with Jack and a hot boy, it was going to be too easy for Alex to accomplish.

Alex is an exceedingly hot boy. He was 20 when he met Jack, but looked much younger. He had become homeless when he was 17 thanks to his drug habits. He couch surfed, turned tricks and dealt drugs to stay alive. Alex is a ‘dude’, a ‘bro’. He’s a gamer and a stoner. He’s never had a job or done anything even remotely responsible. Alex is a taker. He occasionally does a little work and makes some money doing odd jobs like car painting and landscaping. He’s actually a pretty talented artist. He’s just too fucked up to get anywhere with it. 

Jack salivated over Alex. He’s thin and very toned. He likes to work out and is very strong. Has really long brown hair that goes all the way down to his waist. It’s sloppily grown into dreadlocks, that he frequently wears in a bun. He has a goatee, dark (often red) eyes and perfectly tan skin. He has lots of tattoos all over his body and a couple of piercings. Sexually, he’s a very aggressive top, but, if he’s paid well, he’ll bottom for certain guys. Despite only fucking guys and only wanting to fuck guys, he doesn’t like to be called gay. 

He tends to like his boys young, twinky and submissive, but he’ll abuse anyone - especially if there’s something to be gained from it. Alex is very dominant and likes to be in control, though he’s not able to carry on a full Dom/sub relationship because he’s simply not mature enough. He’s very rough around the edges and rough with his sexual partners. He has always been extremely kinky and raunchy. He loves his sex dirty. He has no problem pushing someone’s limits - whether they want to or not. He has a very big cock at a nicely thick 9.5 inches. 

Alex made his first move.

“Hey man, I know this is quick, but can I stay a few days?”

“Sure. However long you want. I don’t stay here all the time. You can do what you want.”

“I want to rape your fucking ass. Can I do that?”

“Like I said, do what you want”

Alex was tempted to rape him right there, but he knew he had to hold off. He was even a little disappointed that Jack was making this so easy.

They rode the elevator to the top floor of the building where Jack had a penthouse studio. It was one huge room that overlooked both the city and the lake. 

“Do you want to see something cool?”

“Dude. This fucking apartment is cool. What else is there?”

Jack grabbed some keys and told Alex to follow him. Jack’s high was now at a good place. He wasn’t as out of it or jittery. He was calm - and horny. He wanted to show off the rooftop deck and impress Alex. It wasn’t open to anyone yet since it still was being worked on. Jack didn’t let on that he practically owned the building. They got to the top of a wide stairwell and stood behind a temporary construction door.

“I know the guy who owns the building. He told me I could come up here anytime.”

Jack swung the door open and exposed the incredible rooftop deck. It was a spectacular view with a pool, hot tubs, gardens, trees, a bar and lots of seating. It even had a putting green and a game area. It was surrounded by glass. It was stunning. There were no lights yet, but the pool was full and operational, though not quite finished. 

“FUUUUUCK DAMN DUDE! This is fucking incredible. Fuck me!”

“I thought you’d like it.”

Alex suddenly was like a little kid. The rough, angry boy that was planning to beat the shit out of Jack and take his wallet earlier was now a wide eyed kid in a beautiful playground. 

“This is the most incredible place I’ve ever seen! Fuck. I want to live here.”

“Well, like I said. You can stay here as long as you want. I think this opens up in a couple of weeks. But, you have a key.” Jack said with a cocky grin.

Jack was quickly falling for this boy. It might have been the drugs, or more likely, it was just Jack’s way. He fell so easily for a hot boy. Alex was easily one of the hottest.

Alex wasted no time enjoying the amenities. He stripped his clothes off and jumped in the pool. 

“Get in this fucking pool with me dude!”

Jack wanted this boy so badly. Now he was naked and ready for action. Jack quickly stripped his own clothes off and jumped in after him.

Alex swam over to Jack and pulled him into an embrace. “I am really lucky I found you tonight.”

“I think I’m the lucky one.”

“Sorry things started out a little rough.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“You fucking better not.”

Alex and Jack began to kiss. Jack loved that way this boy felt. His body was about as perfect as he could imagine. Alex took control of the situation, though a little less aggressively than earlier. He knew he had to sweeten this guy up and then he could swoop in and take whatever he wants. He was going to get all he could out of Jack. He already knew he’d found the best possible mark he ever had.

The plan was working. Jack quickly submitted to Alex. He couldn’t resist such a sexy stud that seemed to actually be into him. Alex wasn’t really into Jack, but he was more than happy to give that impression. He dragged Jack through the water to a table that was built into the pool, intended for people to sit and enjoy cocktails while swimming. The table wasn’t finished yet and was basically rough concrete. Alex threw Jack over to the edge of the table. He couldn’t stay sweet for long. He bent Jack over and started forcing his fingers into Jack’s ass. He was impressed with how easy it was to penetrate Jack’s hole. 

With a quick, decisive motion, Alex pushed his way into Jack’s ass. He really wanted to seduce this guy completely. He wanted there to be no question in Jack’s mind that Alex was perfect for him. Once he had all 9.5 inches inside of Jack, he began to slide back. He pulled back just an inch or two and went back in. He kept this up until he finally pulled his entire cock out and slid it back in. Alex picked up the pace, fucking Jack harder and faster.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Y-y-y-yessss.”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t need to hear from you. Yeah. You want this every day, don’t you?”

“Please, Sir, please…”

“Yeah...I’m your fucking Sir. Your fucking BOSS. You want to be mine, don’t you?”

“Take me.”

Alex was now pounding Jack pretty hard. Jack was getting scratched up from being against the sharp concrete edge of the table. Alex didn’t care - neither did Jack. He scraped Jack up so badly that he broke the skin, causing Jack to bleed a little. Alex saw the red in the water and like a shark, he devoured Jack as he accelerated his fucking. Jack was so stimulated, he shot his load into the water without ever touching himself. As Alex felt his body tense up, he grabbed Jack by the hair and pulled his head back. He shouted into Jack’s face.

“YOU KNOW YOU’RE MY FUCKING BITCH NOW! RIGHT?”

Jack just mumbled.

Alex blasted a huge load of cum into Jack’s ass. He kept pumping his load, filling Jack’s insides with thick, sticky boy seed. When he was finished, he slammed Jack’s head forward making him hit the tabletop. He jerked backwards using Jack to push off of.

“Go get me a fucking beer, you worthless slut.”

Jack made his way out of the pool and ran down to his apartment to fetch his now lover his beer.

Jack and Alex quickly developed a highly sexual relationship – a very violent, raunchy, kinky one. Alex had taken residence in the apartment and stayed there a couple of weeks. Once Jack brought him to the mansion, Alex declared to him that he was moving in. Jack didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Alex took one of the rooms for himself with Jack providing pretty much anything he needed. Their relationship was almost exclusively sexual, as Alex had little use for Jack beyond sex and support. 

Justin wasn’t crazy about Alex, though they did have a few hookups themselves. Usually it ended up like a boxing match since both men were fighting for dominance. Justin was smarter and stronger, and frequently won. This frustrated Alex immensely. Justin tried hard to convince Jack that Alex was not only useless, but potentially dangerous. Jack was in love, or so he thought, and he wasn’t having any of it. 

Jack let Alex take over the servant’s quarters of the mansion - basically his own self-sufficient house with everything he could need. He bought him clothes, and a pick up truck. He hooked him up with all kinds of art supplies, hoping he’d create again. He took care of his food and other necessities. Alex continued to use Jack whenever he wanted, though that slowed down since he didn’t really need to anymore. If anything, he did things to Jack just to humiliate and degrade him. He had Jack hooked. Alex used his newfound wealth and luxury to lure boys to him. He fucked and used all sorts of other boys, taking full advantage of Jack as he did.

There wasn’t any scenario where this didn’t end badly. Justin knew it was a matter of time.

***

Technically, to some degree Harrison, Calista and Blaze didn’t exist. They had no idea what their social security numbers were. They missed years of school. They never held jobs. There were few records of them anywhere - except for the fact that they were born somewhere and up until one point in their lives, they were just normal kids living normal lives. Jack put Wagner to work as soon as they arrived in Wisconsin. He’d finally found the info everyone needed to move forward like real people.

Blaze was the easiest to track down records for. Ignatius Lucien Archambault, as he was born, came from a wealthy society family. He went to private school. His parents had all of the capacities to ensure Blaze was off to a good start. There was no concern about his parents finding anything out about him and wanting to reconnect with him. His father had left the country, long ago forgetting about the son he didn’t want. Wagner found out that Blaze’s mother was dead. She had killed herself. Blaze coldly told Wagner that it should have been something worse. He had no other family.

Finding information about Harrison Winters was also fairly easy. He was practically in high school when he left home. Wagner did have to be careful though. He did not want to raise any flags for Harrison’s parents since they were both still alive. Sadly, they never reported him missing. Clearly his parents cared so little about him, they didn’t care that he was gone. This angered Wagner and Jack considerably. Wagner exacted revenge on the hateful alleged ‘christians’ by contacting a friend of his at the IRS. They, along with their church, were audited in a big way - and got into some pretty nasty trouble. Wagner recommended Harrison change his last name. When asked what he’d like it to be, he quickly said, “Holden”.

Calista was more difficult. The only records that existed were from the small foster care agency that handled her placements. It wasn’t very efficient and most of their records were either lost or inaccurate. Her parents hadn’t gotten her a social security number before they died. She was so young when she went into foster care, the good family that had her for a while hadn’t taken care of that either. Wagner had to do a little extra digging, but he got what he needed to first make Lucas official and then legally change Lucas’ name to Calista Bryan. In the course of investigating Calista, he found out about something major. It would be potentially life changing for her. He still needed to do some more checking before he said anything to anyone.

Now that everyone was official, they could get their GEDs so they could take next steps in their education if they wanted. Wagner took care of everything for them. Max set everyone up with bank accounts and credit cards. He established trusts for each of them so they’d never have to worry about money ever again. In just a few short weeks, Harrison, Calista and Blaze went from being unknown homeless kids to very wealthy young adults.

***

Harrison and Calista knew what they wanted to do. Harrison wanted to be an architect, so he signed up for his undergraduate studies at the University of Wisconsin. For Calista, pursuing a college degree also meant taking another big step in her transition. Mount Mary University, where she signed up for their fashion design program, is an all women’s university. Of course, Jack and his team made everything easy for them to get where they wanted.

Blaze was less sure. He never had a real dream of who or what he wanted to be. His childhood wasn’t much to speak of. His parents never guided him toward anything. He just assumed he’d be a homeless hustler boy for the rest of his life. He turned to Jack for advice - and a special ask.

“I need your help, Jack.”

“Sure, whatever you want. You know that.”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ll be willing or even able to do the two things I want to ask you.”

“Unless you want me to cut off my own head, I think I can handle anything you throw at me.”

“I want you to help me find Garrett. I also want you to give me a job with you.”

“Wow. The first request is kind of expected based on what you’ve told me about Garrett. I really wasn’t expecting the second. What makes you want to come work with me?”

“I don’t really know. I’m not like the other two. I don’t have hopes and dreams. I never wanted to be something. The more I thought about it, I realized the only thing that I have had any remote interest in, ever, was DC and the people I met through hustling. I used to read the free political papers and the Post whenever I’d find one. I don’t know. It seems like something I should give a try. I’m pretty fucking persuasive. Who the fuck knows. Maybe this is a stupid fucking idea.”

“It’s not! I’m kind of excited that what I do interests you. I had no idea that you kept up on this stuff. Let’s talk more about it. You can come to the office with me tomorrow. Shadow me for the day. Get an idea. I’d love to mentor you into the politics business.”

“You know, there’s another thing that I miss. Hustling. It was so much fun.”

“Ha! Working in politics is kind of like hustling. Do you want to turn tricks again?”

“Is that wrong?”

“Hmmmm, no. I think you could be a very different kind of hustler. You should command a high price for your time.”

“You don’t think that’s bad?”

“No. I don’t think so. You’d have to be careful though.”

“Fuck Jack, I actually feel good right now.”

“Good. Tomorrow I’ll also introduce you to Wagner. He will be able to help you track down Garrett. He’s fucking brilliant.”

“That fucking scares the shit out of me, but is also something I really want.”

“Risks should scare you a little.”

“What if he doesn’t want to see me again? What if he ignored my letters on purpose? What if he’s dead? What if he’s gotten out and started a whole new life?”

“Listen to you with the rapid fire questions. You sound like Calista.”

“Shut up bitch. I’d kick you in the balls, but you’d like it too much.”

“You can kick me anywhere you want, anytime you want.”

“You’re kinda fucking weird, Jack.”

“So I’m told.”

***

Harrison was still unsure if he could pull off being a Dom, or a Master. He loved the idea of it, but didn’t think it was in him. It’s not like he hadn't been aggressive and dominant with Jack before, but this seemed different. This was sort of planned. It was supposed to go beyond just sex, beyond just one night. He felt he could muster up enough to be in control, but to actually dominate Jack in a way he was used to, made him nervous. 

Justin was a very skilled mentor. He was a natural at it and all Harrison ever felt while he was being taught was a desire to submit to his teacher. Justin was such a commanding presence that it was hard for Harrison to feel he could ever be even close to what Justin is. Justin reassured him that he’d find his place and it would be all his own. In the meantime, Harrison enjoyed his sexual escapades with Justin.

Harrison’s youth was definitely a factor in his insecurity. He had moments of clarity about his dominance, but they hadn’t fully become realized…yet. He felt like he was controlling Jack at times. Jack easily submitted to Harrison, even when Harrison wasn’t dominating at all. Eventually, he felt he would get there. He really wanted to. The stories that Jack told him made him so horny. He wanted Jack to be his on a level they had not yet achieved.

With weeks of Justin’s training under his belt, Harrison decided to surprise Jack when he came home one night. He was going to own him like never before. 

Harrison texted Jack that he expected him to come straight to their room when he came home from the office. He commanded Jack to come out on the balcony and kneel before him. Harrison situated himself on a big, cozy chair at one end of the balcony. It was a beautiful evening, with a light, warm breeze coming off the lake. 

Jack was so excited to submit to Harrison, he almost came in his pants after reading his text.

“Good boy, Jack. You follow orders well.”

“Yes Master, I exist to obey your every command.”

Harrison, still not used to being called ‘Master’ replied, “I just want to get you in that bed and fuck the hell out of you - to christen you as my property.” 

“Of course, you are in control and can do as you wish,” Jack caught himself, “I’m sorry. I am being too forward with you, Master.” 

Harrison began to feel awkward. This line of conversation wasn’t his style. It was far from the way he and Jack interacted. He began to let his confidence wane. 

“Can we ease up on the ‘Master’ thing? Maybe just use it at certain times?” Harrison let out a huge sigh and stood up from his chair. “I’m still wrapping my head around this idea that I can dominate you, that I ‘own’ you,” he said as he paced around in circles in front of Jack. “That you would do everything I say, no matter what. This is really new for me. My life has changed so drastically and I owe it all to you. Abusing you and controlling you feels kinda wrong. I don't know, I don’t think I’ve fully grasped this thing yet. I am still a kid. I think.” 

“I understand Harrison, we’ll work it out. I know you will settle into who you are and you’ll do so as you want to be, how you’re comfortable. There are no expectations. You don’t have to be like someone else. You just have to be you,” Jack offered reassuringly. “It is also a little different for me, if you can believe it, to not have to be so completely subordinate at all times. That is actually new for me. I’m not used to being treated well in a relationship. Like I’m an equal. Like I really mean something to you other than being an ATM or a fuck toy or a punching bag. I’m glad we’re going to go through this together.” 

Harrison smiled and felt really tingly inside. “Damn man, I know you think I’m perfect, but I don’t think you realize how perfect you are. I am more in love with you every minute I’m with you.” He then knelt in front of  Jack and kissed him with a peck on his lips. 

Jack just smiled at Harrison, “you can’t even imagine how I feel about you, I don’t know if love even describes it.”

Harrison stood up and stepped back. He felt like crying. He wanted to just grab Jack and hug and kiss him. He decided that he wouldn’t and that he’d make this dominance thing happen. He shook off his emotions and stood firmly a few feet away from Jack.

“Stand up,” Harrison commanded. He was looking and feeling mischievous. “Take off your clothes.” Harrison barked at Jack, who promptly did as he was told, stripping down quickly for his Master. 

Harrison was feeling a little more like he should in this moment, like a Master. Having this sexy man, that he loved more than anything, in front of him doing as he says, was a bit invigorating. He was feeling his dominance come into its own, albeit slowly. After Jack stripped, Graham took some time to admire his subject. 

“Put your hands behind your head.”

Harrison began to survey Jack, first with his eyes, then with his hands. He stroked Jack, moving them all along his body, starting with his face. He ran his hands through Jack’s hair. He slowly explored his chest, arms, back and hands as he walked around his subject like he was a horse he was looking to purchase. He stopped in front of Jack and looked down at his crotch. He thought for a moment and even though, at first, he felt bad doing so, he pointed at Jack’s cock and laughed.

“That could be the smallest excuse for a dick I’ve ever seen.” Saying something so humiliating gave him a rush. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” 

He took a swipe at Jack’s cock, which was hard and dripping precum. Harrison grabbed it, squeezed it tightly and twisted it, making Jack jump. He took his other hand and grabbed Jack’s balls and squeezed and twisted them as he spit onto Jack’s face. Jack had a pained expression and it was all he could do to not look back at his Master. 

Harrison let go of Jack and stepped back to his chair. He sat down and snapped his fingers and pointed to his own crotch.

“Why don’t you get down here and show your Master how much you desire him. Take a look at what a real cock looks like.” 

Jack needed no other prompting as he crawled to Harrison, undid his pants and took his cock into his mouth swallowing the giant member completely. He slid all ten, thick inches of cock in and out of his mouth, slurping and sucking with an intense fervor. Harrison grabbed the back of Jack’s head and forced it down on his cock. Jack gagged at the force of Harrison’s pole being shoved down his throat. Jack had been face fucked by Harrison before, but this was especially rough.

“That’s it you little slut. Choke on your Master’s cock.”

Harrison didn’t relent. He held Jack’s head down even as Jack struggled. Jack tried desperately to push back, but Harrison just pushed down harder. Jack was having trouble breathing as snot and gunk came out of his nose and even more gunk was oozing from his mouth. He gagged making loud guttural sounds as if he were about to puke. Tears poured from his eyes. His muffled cries were drifting off. 

Harrison became concerned. He thought he might be going too far. He didn’t want to really hurt Jack, so he lifted his hands. Jack didn’t respond at first, but he soon pulled himself off of Harrison and fell back to the ground.

As Jack lay there coughing and trying to catch his breath, Harrison jumped down to his side.

“Oh Fuck! Jack! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. God dammit, I hope I didn’t hurt you! Jack! Say something!”

Jack could barely speak. He had just had his throat assaulted and was still trying to regain his composure.

“It’s fine,” Jack said in a hoarse, raspy voice.

“No it’s not! You’re in pain. You almost choked to death!”

“No. I didn’t. It’s fine.”

Harrison was uncomfortable with what had just happened. 

“Jack, I can’t do this. This isn’t me. I don’t want to have to go through that again” 

Jack finally was able to sit up. He wiped his face and put his hands on Harrison’s shoulders. He too felt bad, like he’d maybe unintentionally pushed Harrison too far.

“Mast…uh, Harrison, my love, no. We don’t ever have to do that again if you don’t want to.”

“Does it have to be like that? What did you really think of that? I mean, did I do OK? Is that what you wanted from me? I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Make you hurt. Make you feel pain. Make you feel...like...shit?” Harrison was both eager and unsure. 

“You were amazing Harrison. You’re really getting this. You are only going to get better as you find your own way. I’m sure Justin told you to go hard. That is his way. You will find your way. You were amazing, I promise,” a proud and impressed Jack said reassuringly. 

Harrison grabbed Jack and hugged him.

“Come on and get cleaned up. I think I want to go with my original idea - to get you in bed and fuck the hell out of you.”

***

“Whoa! What are you up to?”

While wandering through the house, Blaze ran into Calista in one of the parlors. It was what would have been the ‘ladies sitting room’ back when the house was originally built. It was a foofy room with lots of overly ornate decor, pastel colors and frilly, fancy furniture. Calista was sitting on the floor in a bright floral dress, amid a pile of fashion magazines. A pair of lacy shoes was on the floor next to her. She looked radiant in this room. Blaze stood there a moment taking in how beautiful Calista looked. He also noticed how happy she was. It was like she was glowing with positive energy.

“Come over here and sit next to me my little stud muffin,” Calista said as she patted the floor. Her tone made it clear this was a demand, not a request.

“Um, yes Ma’am. Did you buy every fucking magazine in the world?”

“Honestly. Watch your tone, boy! Ma’am? I'm not 80 Blaze! Don’t ever call me that again. Now, SIT.”

“Oh...uh...yes, I’m sorry.”

Blaze was not used to Calista being so assertive. It was drawing out his submissive feelings.

“Maybe you should call me ‘Goddess’. Oooh! Even better! You should try calling me ‘My Lady’.”

Blaze hesitated, then replied, “uh..yes, My...Lady…” His voice trailed off.

“Why did you hesitate? What’s wrong? Does that feel weird? Do you not want to call me that?” Calista suddenly reverted back to her old self. “Sorry. You’re the Sir, or Dom, or whatever. I’m not supposed to be like this, am I? Does this bother…”

Blaze cut off her barrage of questions.. 

“No. It’s me. I’m learning.”

“Learning what?”

“To be who I really am. You’re not the only one who is changing.”

“Oh my goodness! Blaze! What are changing into? What have you been hiding from me?!?”

Calista was practically bouncing off the ground.

“Ok, missy. Calm the fuck down.”

“Oh, there’s the Blaze I know.”

“I’ve been trying to figure myself out. Just like you, except you know who you are. You know what you want to be. I have no fucking clue. That’s why I was so lost for all that time when we got here.”

Calista started to cry.

“Jesus fucking Christ, girl. You don’t have to cry.”

“Yes I do! I love you! I want you to be happy.”

Calista grabbed Blaze and gave him a big hug. Blaze reciprocated. He felt like he used to with Calista, when they were back in the tent, like they had a relationship of sorts.

“I love you too. I really do. OK? Enough of this sappy shit. What’s with this fucking room? It’s like what drag would be if it were a room.”

Calista laughed and began to show Blaze the contents of the dozen or so fashion magazines she had bought. She showed pictures of her favorite models and outfits. She explained, in great detail, all of the different designers and fabrics. She was absolutely giddy with excitement. Blaze felt so happy for Calista. She was finally living her true life, being her true self. Eventually, Blaze was no longer focused on what Calista was showing him and instead focused on her. She caught him staring.

“Blaze! What are you looking at? Are you even paying attention to what I’m showing you?”

“I’m paying attention to you.”

Calista said nothing. She looked at Blaze differently than she was used to. If they were back in the tent, she’d give herself over to him, or Blaze would just take whatever he was in the mood for. She’d almost always end up serving him. She’d pleasure him while he laid back and told her what to do. Instead, she saw someone surrendering himself to her desires. She was going to be able to take what she wanted.

“Why are you wearing so many clothes? You usually walk around in boxers.”

“I-I-I’m not sure. I guess I thought I...I...whatever. I can fix that.”

“You can fix that what?”

“I can fix that, My Lady…”

“No. I don’t like that. Let’s see...Mistress...Temptress...Queen...why is this so difficult? Um...yes! Miss Calista. Call me Miss Calista!”

“Yes, Miss Calista.”

“OMG! Yes. Fabulous! Now get your ass naked and on that couch. Now!” Calista shouted while motioning to a large chaise lounge in the center of the room.

The mood was pretty playful, but it was obvious Calista was exercising her newly gained feelings of dominance - even if they were not the hard, strict kind of dominance Blaze might have exacted.

Blaze did not think twice. He jumped up, began stripping off the few things he was wearing and went where he was told to go. He jumped on and laid back smack in the middle of the giant chaise. His girthy behemoth standing straight up, engorged and ready for action.

With a slow and sultry walk, Calista made her way to Blaze. She stood at the edge of the chaise and slipped off her dress, revealing a soft blue silk and lace teddy. Blaze was amazed that her cock was almost invisible, though he could see the bulge just slightly if he looked close enough. Calista looked stunningly beautiful to Blaze. Her tall, statuesque figure painted glisteningly in pastel colors to match her dress, her fingers and toes were perfectly colored with a soft blue. 

Calista climbed onto the chaise and crawled over Blaze like a cat. She lowered herself onto him and wrapped her hands around his body, pulling him close to her. She kissed his neck and licked her way up to his mouth. After gently kissing his lips, she looked down at him.

“Are you ready to be mine? All mine?”

“I sure as fuck am, Miss Calista.”

“Mmmmmm, I like when you sound like you’re in control, even though you’re not.”

“Wow. You are definitely not my little buddy anymore.”

“I’ll always be your little buddy. That will never change.”

Calista embraced Blaze and locked him into a deep, sensuous kiss. She was in command of the moment. Blaze couldn’t resist his sweet friend's approach. He was hers. He knew this is what he wanted. Just like with Jack, he wanted to give himself over to his lover. He wanted to submit. He was no longer the assertive, domineering boy he always tried to be.

Calista sat up on Blaze’s chest. She carefully removed her teddy and tossed it aside. Her slender, willowy cock was hard and trickling precum. Her tall, lithe figure rising above him like an angel. Calista was so in control. She was taking Blaze for her own. She lowered her hands and grabbed Blaze’s neck. Her nimble fingers first wrapping themselves around his neck and then grazing over his chest. She softly scratched at his torso and eventually settled back to his neck, gently tightening her grip around it. As she gradually choked her lover, she leaned in and kissed him again, this time biting his lower lip.

“I fucking own you Blaze. I. Fucking. Own You.”

Just as Blaze began to respond, she planted her lips on his, forcing her tongue deep into his throat. Blaze just about exploded right there. Calista eased forward, moving her snake closer to Blaze’s mouth. She slid her dripping head along his lips and delicately eased her cock past them. Blaze parted his lips and allowed her cock to enter. She leaned in and pushed her cock in even deeper, but not all the way. Blaze had never had anyone face fuck him before, Calista had never been on the giving end. Calista raised herself over Blaze and tried to thrust her cock deep into his throat. Blaze choked causing Calista to pull back, but that didn’t last long. She went back at it, forcing her cock further down his throat. Blaze was having a hard time taking her cock, despite its thinness. 

“You’d better work it out boy. You’re going to swallow my cock. You’re going to take it all.”

Blaze mumbled and nodded his acceptance of Calista’s unequivocal terms. He braced himself for yet another thrust of he cock into his mouth. Each time she pushed in, he took a little more. Once she was more than halfway into his now sore throat, she backed off. 

“Next time, I won’t be as forgiving,” she whispered in his ear as she glided down his body to his cock. 

“I’m so sorry to disappoint you Miss Calista.”

“Yes. You should be. Bitch.”

Blaze’s body quivered hearing Calista speak to him like that. 

Calista consumed Blaze’s cock. She buried her nose deep in the patch of pubic hair in Blaze’s crotch. She strained, as she always did, on the extremely thick base of his cock. Blaze’s unusually thick tool was a challenge for most mouths, and asses, but his friend’s seemed to have mastered it - especially Calista. She wasn’t going to simply pull away, Calista used her teeth to tenderly bite down on Blaze’s cock, sending him into a fit of trembling and yowling. Her teeth slid all the way up his cock until she reached the head. She repeated this motion several times, causing Blaze to lose his composure. He was writhing and moaning. He was well beyond losing control.

The next thing Calista did was something she had become well known for among those who had had the pleasure. She used her long, probing tongue to penetrate Blaze’s tight hole. Blaze didn’t get fucked much. When he was with Garrett, he got fucked all the time. Harrison was also one of the few to actually have the opportunity - and that was usually when Blaze was drunk. Since his experience with the boys from the club, and then with Jack, Blaze wanted to get fucked even more. Calista was tongue fucking him with a hearty enthusiam. She loved the feeling of her tongue deep in someone’s ass. 

Unlike that time in the hotel, when Calista fucked Blaze for the first time, she wasn’t feeling unsure. She wasn’t nervous. Calista knew exactly what she wanted and she was going to take it. 

Calista knelt over Blaze and pushed his legs back. She spit on her cock and aimed it at his tight hole. She looked into his eyes and shoved herself deep inside of him. Blaze flinched. He yelped at the sudden sharpness of something entering his rarely used hole. Even with her narrow cock, Calista still sent a shiver up Blaze’s spine as she plunged herself inside of him.

The look on Calista’s face was one of determination. It was one of control. Her face beamed with a fierceness that she had never shown or felt. Calista worked her lovers ass hard. She pummeled him with a fury like Blaze had never seen. Calista had never felt this powerful, this dominant. She continued her assault on Blaze’s hole for what seemed like hours. She was as relentless as she could be. Sweat began to bead up on her forehead. Her pace intensified, showing no signs of slowing down, pumping Blaze like a jackhammer. Blaze grabbed onto her back, digging his fingers into her and scratching her. There appeared to be no end to the energy and passion Calista was exhibiting. Blaze just stared into her eyes making a connection like they never had.

Finally, after a marathon of fucking, Calista let out a loud yelp as she blasted Blaze’s insides with her cum. Her body went limp. It was completely drained of any energy she had in her. She collapsed on top of Blaze, panting and sweating. She had wiped herself out.

“Are you OK?” Blaze asked.

“I think so. I can’t move.”

“It’s fine. Lay here as long as you want.”

“Was that...was it…”

“It was fucking awesome. You are a fucking champ. You did just as you said you would. You fucking owned me.”

“Ah, ok, that’s great. Can we go up to bed now?”

“Sure thing, Miss Calista.”

“I think you should carry me.”

Blaze thought he heard ‘marry me’ and looked at Calista quizzically. 

“Oh, carry me. Right. Carry me. Got it, Miss Calista.”


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by Alex Ryder

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