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Kid gasps. He shivers. "Fuck-toy," he whispers. "S'that all?" Two months ago, this would have freaked him right-the-hell-out, but a lot has happened in that span and he simply isn't the same person. He's a slave, a possession, a stripped-bare human being; he is his body, his desires, and his need--and nothing more.
"It doesn't have to be."
"What does that even mean?" Kid huffs.
Felipe chuckles. "If you see yourself as a slave, that is what you are. You could just as easily be our companion and confidant."
Kid's brows furrow. What would it mean to accept Felipe's words as truth? Could he really let this become his life, being a sex slave in a three-way relationship with a guy who can have people killed with a hand gesture and a woman who likes to dress him up like a pony, or a wrestler, or an Aztec? Does he prefer that scenario to the one where he's a nineteen-year-old high school drop out with no friends, family, money, or marketable skills? He closes his eyes and squeezes Felipe until his anxiety wanes. "I know why you let her sleep with other people."
"Do you?" Felipe keeps petting Kid. Dinner is only half-eaten, and despite the waste of a perfectly delicious game hen, he's happy to get this rare and intimate moment with Kid. Frankly, he's also put out by Celia's determined seduction of his new potential business partner. Felipe appreciates her commitment to him and their future, but these are dangerous times and he worries for her safety; Celia can be too brave. "Tell me, why do I allow her to sleep with other people?"
"She told me...that...um...she does it to get back at you...for...before."
Felipe laughs morosely. "Did she? Well, believe it or not, I was not always the refined man I am today. What else did she say?" Felipe already knows. He's seen the tapes.
"That she's waiting for you to stop her--that you never do."
"Why don't I stop her?"
"I don't know," Kid whispers.
"It's simple, boy," Felipe sighs. "I have no inclination to tame Celia's wild spirit. She wants to push me into becoming her father, wants me to control her by force, because she needs someone to rebel against. If there is anything I want to break her of, it's that. I want her to come to the realization she is mine of her own free will and that I am hers in equal measure. The further she wanders, the stronger our bond. Celia is mine; I simply don't make her admit it."
Kid scoffs. "Yeah, real simple. Sounds kinda stupid to me. You guys are so obvious. Why don't you say what you need to say and be done?" He looks up toward Felipe in time to see the other man throw his head back and laugh. Kid's chest unexpectedly expands with pride.
Felipe's laughter slowly melts away before he sets his glittering green eyes on Kid's upturned face. "I suppose...it keeps us young." He runs his thumb across the younger man's lip and is thoroughly pleased when his boy nips him instead of recoiling from the touch. "Please forgive us for passing messages through you, but anything coming from your lips is bound to sound best." They smile at one another for long seconds. "Go take your shower and meet me in my room. I'd like for you to sleep in the bed, but you may sleep on the floor if you like. I had Celia make it up for you before she retired for the evening."
Kid's face twists with uncertainty. "Take a shower...by myself? You never let me do that, 'cept for that one time and I had to wear that thing on my junk for eight days." He is not going to volunteer to wear that thing--it sucked, and no, thank you.
"Would you rather I bathe you?" Mischief is thick in his tone.
"Nope!" Kid scurries out from under the table and Felipe's splayed legs. Kid covers his ever-present erection with his hands and offers the older man a titillating view of his naked, pert backside as he walks toward the playroom showers at a brisk clip. He can hear Felipe's laughter in his ears as he goes. It makes him blush and grin.
53. Celia
Kid's hot length pushes at the back of her throat. She moans and sucks him deeper inside, choking herself on his engorged cock, reveling in the abandoned cries of her beautiful slave.
He holds tight to the ring dangling from the ceiling and keeps his bare feet on the floor through sheer force of will. He doesn't brace for the paddle. He lets his body absorb the dull thud--accept the pain Felipe doles out.
"Gracias, Felipe," Kid groans. "Oh, Celia. Please...ohgod...don't suck so hard. It hurts."
Celia pulls her mouth off Kid's cock with a loud pop and smiles with triumph at the long ropes of spit and slick clinging to the tip of her boy's flushed manhood. "You don't like it?" she pouts deviously. "Do you want me to stop gagging on your dick, baby boy? I was hoping you'd come all in my mouth. You don't want to?"
"I do! I do, Celia. I'm sorry. Please suck it again." He cries out in pain as Felipe's paddle comes crashing down on his backside.
"No. You upset me." She stands and wipes her chin, sure to suck her fingers clean. Kid's expression is pained, so sexy. "If you want your little boy cock sucked, you'll have to ask Master. Maybe he'll let you come in his mouth." Behind Kid's shoulder, Felipe grins and shakes his head before he brings the paddle crashing down on Kid's ass.
Felipe is fully dressed, shirt damp with sweat from exertion; Celia doesn't know which of her men is more handsome, more devout, and it thrills her to her soul she doesn't have to choose. Felipe pauses to press his body along Kid's back, making the boy hiss. "Would that please you--coming down your master's throat?"
"Please," Kid pleads.
Celia's body is tight with anticipation. "Si, por favor!" Felipe isn't the only one who has been patiently waiting for Kid to finally say yes. Just the thought of the older man on his knees with Kid's dick fucking his face makes her pussy swell with need. Kid wants to say yes, she can see it in his eyes and the way his hips fuck the air. She doesn't resist the urge to spread her legs and finger her pussy in front of them.
Kid closes his eyes on a pained moan and dips his chin toward his chest. "Okay."
"No," Felipe says, "beg me, like a good little boy." Celia fingers herself faster as Felipe unbuckles his belt to unzip and fish out his thick, incredibly hard length to stroke the crack of Kid's ass.
Kid startles. "Not my ass!" He squirms, but continues to hold tight to the ring over his head all on his own. He swallows several times, panting. "Just...um...suckmydickandletmecome," he says in a rush. "Please?"
Felipe throws his head back and laughs. It makes Celia's heart feel like it's going to burst from joy. "Come on, boy. You can do a little better," Felipe croons.
Kid smiles, tries to hide it, and can't. "F-Felipe," he tries again, "will you please suck my cock? I...I want you to...taste it...swallow my come...the way you make me."
Celia has to put a hand on Kid's shoulder to brace her as she comes. Felipe's arm comes out from behind Kid to hold her close. She pushes her tongue into Kid's mouth and savors his submission until her orgasm passes and she can stand without assistance.
"Good boy," Felipe praises.
Celia takes up the paddle as Felipe circles Kid's dangling, stretched body and settles on the flo
or, his own cock in hand.
"Oh, God," Kid says. He shivers and Celia lets the paddle drive his hips forward, where Felipe is waiting to receive his reward for being a patient man.
Both men groan with pleasure the moment Kid's cock is sucked inside Felipe's mouth. Much to Celia's surprise, Kid's eyes are glued to Felipe's, watching his pink flesh disappear into the older man's willing, rapacious mouth. "Mmm...mmm...mmm." Kid fucks his master's mouth in time with his moans and Celia's paddle.
Celia beats her boy at an angle so she can watch the entire spectacle. Her own wetness runs down her naked thighs as she watches Felipe suck Kid's cock and stroke himself to orgasm. Her master looses a keening whimper of his own just before he paints Kid's left foot with come.
"I'm coming!" Kid warns and thrusts hard into Felipe's mouth, where his master is waiting to swallow every drop.
After several seconds, Felipe pulls away and says through panting breaths, "You're delicious, baby boy, just as I imagined." He kisses Kid's softening cock. "Let go."
Kid releases the ring and collapses into their waiting arms.
***
"Celia?" Kid inquires once they're alone in Celia's bed; she's already accustomed to his warm weight on her chest at night and hopes he'll never get his own room.
"Yes, Kid?"
"Will we ever be free?"
Celia hugs him tight. "I don't want to be free."
Kid nods. "You love him."
"I do." Celia kisses and strokes his hair just the way he likes.
Kid sighs. "He loves you too." Her young lover's fingers tap anxiously against her belly. He clears his throat. "Do you think you'll ever...love me?"
Celia tilts his chin up. She smiles, kisses his lips. "I do," she whispers. She watches his eyes as he processes this information; he wants to ask if she's implying she loves him already, or is open to loving him in the future. She witnesses the moment he loses his courage.
