Lessons Learned and a Job Well Done
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Since this site doesn't have a "bi" category, I put it in "incest/taboo" for lack of a better option.
As with the previous chapters, this story contains contact between men as directed and influenced by a dominant woman. Look elsewhere if not your kind of thing.
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Evan sat in front of a laptop in the study of Mrs. Fulton's home. The boxes he had been packing over the last several days contained a wild mix of erotic art, sex toys, and boring legal documents. Logging every item into spreadsheets was tedious, but he couldn't complain about the pay and benefits. At least he and Trevor weren't being asked to pack furniture and common household items. He had a hard time convincing his Mother and Stepfather that the internship was legitimate, but they were pleased when the next semester's tuition was paid-in-full. Oddly, his Father didn't seem to have any concerns at all. The job turned-out to be more focused on getting things ready for Mrs. Fulton's move than being her constant sex-slave, and Evan was happy about that. Not that he minded being used for her pleasure at least twice a week...either with Trevor, or alone...but it made him feel less like a pimped-out gigolo.
Trevor hadn't seen Evan most of the day, as he was busy maintaining the pool and patching a few holes in walls. The young man was generally open to anything that Mrs. Fulton suggested, but he was pleased that bringing Evan into the picture didn't eliminate spending time with her alone. Nearly everything, except the playroom, had been boxed and inventoried and Trevor knew that their time with Vicky would be ending soon. He'd been working for the Fulton's since he was sixteen, and was starting to feel disappointment at losing a friend and lover. To her credit, Vicky never led him to believe that the intimate times they shared were anything but fulfilling her own selfish needs. Emotional love never entered the picture, and Trevor continued dating girls his own age. Recovery would not take long.
Vicky was anxious to finally get the maid out of the house, now that final preparations were falling into place. She had been extremely busy over the last few days...and growing increasingly horny. Trevor and Evan had proven to be trustworthy young men, and she was pleased with the quality of their work...both professional and personal. Due to various scheduling conflicts, it had been nearly two weeks since she had them both together, and was in desperate need of their special attention. Evan required more prodding into doing all that she wanted, but she found his naive reluctance a real turn-on. Her plans for this afternoon, however, would require careful finesse.
Frank once again felt like a pathetic fool for being so easily manipulated by Mrs. Fulton's seductions. He expected to be treated to another go at her tight ass, or perhaps indulge in the guilty pleasure of being a voyeur once again. Standing in a closet wearing only briefs and bound to the back wall with a collar around his neck, wasn't what he had in mind. The room was dark, and Vicky's instructions to remain quiet were absolute. The slatted door provided a fairly clear view of the room, while concealing his presence. Frank's heart pounded with a mix of excitement for what might come, and fear of being discovered by his son in such an awkward situation.
"Evan, honey...come with me. We need to look at the next project." Mrs. Fulton said matter-of-factly, as she walked into the study and ran her fingers through Evan's dark blond hair.
Evan closed the spreadsheet and followed Vicky down the hall. He wasn't surprised when she unlocked the door to the playroom and beckoned him inside. Everything was still in the same place as the first time he saw the room. The only exception was that the mat on the floor was now covered with a plastic drop cloth. Given the tasks he was given over the last few weeks, the first thing that came into Evan's mind was calculating how many boxes they'd need to clear the room. That train of thought, however, didn't last long.
"It occurred to me that I've barely used any of this stuff since my husband passed away." Vicky said while lighting some of the candles. "I think it would be fun to play with some of the milder toys before we box it all up, don't you?"
"Um...yeah...well...I'm not into pain, or anything like that." Evan said, feeling more nervous around Vicky than he had since their first meeting, and now concerned about the plastic covered mat. "This isn't where you kill me and clean up the blood splatter, is it?" He asked jokingly.
Vicky had to laugh when she suddenly realized how strange that sheet of plastic must have looked. "Oh, heavens no...I'm just thinking of some fun with all these wonderful oils that will have to be thrown away." She said, placing the bottles in an already warm crock-pot. "I would, however, like to have your complete attention in getting things started."
Evan immediately felt more relaxed, and closed his eyes as Vicky kissed him while running her hands over his chest. He offered no resistance when she raised his arms and bound his wrists to an overhead beam with incredibly strong Velcro straps.
"Now you stay right there, stud. I think we need to send this room off with a bang...or a gang bang, if you will." Vicky said, before leaving the room.
Evan felt a bit vulnerable, arms stretched upward and unable to move around the candle-lit room. Still, his pounding heart rate betrayed curiosity for what might happen next. He had no idea that his father was captive in the closet at the back corner of the room. A few minutes passed before she returned with Trevor in tow. It didn't take long for her to have both young men standing next to each other, with their arms strung up to the ceiling.
"Mmm...this is my kind of meat market." Vicky cooed while removing her casual dress and revealing nothing underneath but her voluptuous body. "Just a little bit of tenderizing might be in order."
Retrieving a small whip from the nearest wall, she playfully smacked at the taught asses still covered in the jeans they had worn for work. Both Evan and Trevor jumped slightly at the sound of the cracking whip, though neither was in discomfort. Growing tired of being the only one naked in the room, Vicky traded the whip for a pair of scissors on the counter.
