Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2016 11:49:16 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: The Adventures of Rex III: Changes (Part Two) for bisexual / adult-friends

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The Adventures of Rex III: Changes (Part Two)




Hilda stood in the doorway to Rex's bedroom. Her chubby MILF body now
draped in one of Rex's terrycloth bathrobes that she found hanging on the
rear of the door. The Monday morning light was just beginning to peep
through the shut curtains; Rex would awaken and this dreamy night would
officially end. He lay nude and on his stomach; his fine cycler's ass
looked strong and firm as the early dawn light bounced gently off it. His
breathing low and rhythmic as Hilda loomed and waited.

Hilda had not slept. Not a wink. The lovemaking had ended just after she
vigorously milked one more ejaculation from Rex's large, uncut
masterpiece...this shortly after liberally rimming his delicate hole for
what seemed like an hour. Drinking in Howard's spent seed from within; the
precious man-seed she needed to put him magically in his place.

Rex had collapsed fully and rolled sideways after she had finally let go of
his raging hard man-tool. He was exhausted mentally, physically and
spiritually. He slept like a stone and Hilda moved silently away and went
to work. She had used those expensive stolen sunglasses of Howard Prince's
and his consumed seed to create yet another dark enchantment...one that
would see that Howard made no further trouble for her or Rex! Hilda had
moved into Silas' new room and used it for her dark magical rituals.

Hilda was pleased Silas had stayed away all night. This gave her time with
Rex and time to begin to solve the Howard Prince situation. He knew too
much having seen Rex's sexual outburst of the other day and this was now
something she had to eliminate....one way or another!

The matronly dark medium now moved forward, step by step to the
bedside. Her eyes never leaving Rex's tight ass cheeks; she needed
more. Kneeling beside the large bed, she gently reached her chubby hand
forward and began to stroke his rounded, perfectly fuzzy ass buns. Her
painted long finger nails raked along his firm flesh and Rex slowly came to
consciousness this Monday morning.  Hilda's swirling finger motions soothed
and enticed him...he felt her presence all night long in the house; he
sensed she never left after their long, sensuous encounter.  He knew she
was there as he drifted through his hazy, deep slumber and felt strangely
safe and secure.

Rex rolled sideways to peer up at Hilda's seasoned round face, a face
nearly ten years his senior but fascinatingly magnetic none the less. He
felt drawn in... just as he had been of late.

Hilda's handed moved away from his ass and stroked playfully at his
unshaven face.  "My sweet playmate...I stayed all night. Silas must have
slept over at Collin and Rolf's and I used his room. I hope that's ok?"
Hilda mused seeking approval.

"You could have slept here in my bed. I would not have minded." Rex said
letting his green eyes dance merrily at her coyness.

"We, as you said so perfectly yesterday, are just playmates and I gave you
your space. I respect you and your needs...my sweet sexy neighbour." Hilda
said firmly but with a huge smile on her full lips.

"Right, true...but you can sleep in my bed from time to time. I
would....like it!" Rex said honestly as his reddish grey hair flopped
sweetly off to one side...it needed a comb badly.

Hilda smiled and gently pushed her face forward and kissed his smooth
forehead as if he were her nephew.

Rex giggled. "You are so polite. We fuck and finger each other like bandits
and the next day you act like a nun!"  "I am a lady...well, sometimes!"
Hilda retorted with yet another gentle kiss, this time landing amidst his
tousled hair.

Rex fully rolled over onto his back, his ginger furred chest and legs
glowing in the morning light with his now engorged uncut cock rising
playfully from his rusty red pubic bush. His foreskin pulling slightly back
now to reveal his slick, juicy cock-knob glistening in all its early dawn
glory...a sight Hilda drank in as if sweet wine.

Hilda, fully nude under the robe, let the belt fall open and her ample
breasts spilled out...the round, full areoles looking like delicious pink
bull's-eyes.  Rex moved up, his mouth seeking, finding...skilfully sucking
each hard nipple. His hands nimbly cradled these warm breast mounds and he
moved back and forth between the jiggling tits letting his tongue lash and
teeth nibble. Hilda moaned in delight.

The alarm clock next to Rex's bed began to peep like an angry bird.  Rex
released Hilda's bouncing breasts and rolled away and slapped the button
atop the plastic box; the angry bird was silent now.  "Stay home
today. Call in sick. Let's play again...for hours!" Hilda said enticingly
as she reached forward just about to latch on to Rex's throbbing man-flesh.

"I'd love to....So Much but I have a meeting with a pair of new
clients. Their advertising account is crucial for the firm. I can't let
this opportunity go. Sorry. But we do have our drinks with Barbara to look
forward to tonight. And who knows what might happen!" Rex said with a
wicked smile as he bounded upward and off the bed.

Hilda sighed inwardly. "Yes, who knows what we might get up to...Barbara is
a very unpredictable lady!" Hilda managed in a polite tone. But deep down
she knew Barbara would selfishly go after Rex...she felt it in her
bones. Barbara Carlisle was a powerful witch and not one easily defeated.

Rex nearly skipped on his large bare feet into his newly cleaned en-suite
bathroom and began to run the tub. His trim nude body looked so handsome
and fit for a man nearly 51. Hilda admired him as he prepared the bath and
wished she could have him completely to herself. But Rex was a player and
the "Craving Spell" as altered by Barbara only made him more sexually
ravenous and open to just about anything. Hilda was powerless and had to
take whatever time Rex offered her and make the most of it. And that was
all she could do...for now.

"I'd love some coffee and toast before work, if you would be willing to
venture into that scary place called...the kitchen!" Rex said in mock
horror trying to stifle a laugh. The steam began to cloud Hilda's view of
Rex's slightly open ass cheeks as he bent forward swirling the water with
hands and mixing in the bath foam.

"Funny, Rex. Such a hoot! Yes, I shall poison you with my less than
acceptable coffee and some burnt toast." Hilda replied in just as sarcastic
tone as she could muster. But she wanted to watch him...no, join him!

Turning off the water, he carefully cupped his hand over his large ball
sack and lowered himself into the soapy depths. His left hand just pushing
the door closed...only slightly to prevent a chilly breeze.

Hilda loomed just outside...her robe now re-belted but her hand
automatically moved to her wet pussy lips through the fabric folds. She
needed Rex! Just knowing he was inside the bath and nude made her
wet...Very!!

As his lightly furry six-foot body got used to the heat, he slowly removed
his hand from his balls. He closed his eyes and began daydreaming, letting
his mind wander. Before long he found himself thinking of Barbara and the
strange, potent erotic experience in her bedroom over the past
weekend...and being introduced to that wild, super horny mature pair,
Nellie and Boris Rifkin.

Remembering how Barbara had let him go down on her while she laid on the
large bed, he pictured the way her mature cunny lips slowly opened as his
tongue slid up and down their length. He loved seeing his tongue opening
her, exposing the succulent pink inside and he wished he could taste her
again now. Her aged pussy, dark fur encircled and framed for enjoyment. Now
he could only imagine the sharp-tasting, salty tang of her as his tongue
burrowed deep into her cunt. Picturing how he began to move her bony hips,
grinding her slit against his face as he worked his tongue all over her
exposed clit, Rex now reached over to the soap and lathered up his strong
hands.

He gently wrapped his fingers around his hard uncut cock as he continued
reliving that magnificent afternoon. Watching his hand slide up and down
the length of his man-tool, he watched the large purplish cock-knob poking
through the top of his fist as the foreskin rolled away with each
stroke. Feeling the electric charge pulsate down his cock and into his
loins, he moaned deeply...

Hilda heard, her fingers pushed deep into her own hungry, seed coated
pussy...the wetness her fingers found was amazing!

The sound of soft yet insistent moans carried on and Hilda moved unsteadily
on her bare feet, she saw the discarded maroon socks of the day before that
Rex had worn...the sweaty sheen fabric drew her close. She grabbed them and
thrust the silken, aromatic mass against her pulsing pussy lips. She rubbed
the socks up and down, passing over her swollen clit again and again. Her
mind swam and her knees weakened. Her own orgasm loomed up and washed over
her...she wanted to cum and cum. Hilda was alive with desire!

Dropping the socks, she moved to the slightly shut door and pushed it
open...Rex jumped, his reverie burst. Hilda looked down at Rex. He was
lying back with his head resting against the rear of the old tub with his
wet manly feet propped up on the sides of the bath and his large uncut
man-stick raged like a beast in his clenched fist. The look of shock and
sudden fear caught Hilda's attention.

"Rex, are you masturbating? With me here for you all ready and moist?
Me...Offering you my body and you are...masturbating?" Hilda said moving
closer to the tub.

"I...I was daydreaming really. Thinking about Barbara and that couple, the
Rifkins. And what we did...never mind!" Rex said quickly as he pushed his
sex rod under the sudsy bubbles.

"No, tell me more...please!" Hilda begged as she knelt by the tub on the
floor.

"NO...NO. Private...Barbara made that clear. What I did and will do with
Barbara and her chosen playmates is private. Sorry but I agreed and I
swore...I swore!" Rex said almost in a trance; his gorgeous green eyes
becoming all cloudy as he spoke the strange words.

Hilda knew Barbara's dark magic was at work.

"Never mind, Rex. Just now, just us....just friends, no strings." Hilda
breathed seductively.  Rex's eyes cleared and he grinned in a relaxed way.

"Well, I could get used to some fun in the tub every day before work
BUT...I am still a player and I want nothing that says permanent right
now!" Rex said removing his clenching fist from around the throbbing
man-flesh just beneath the water's sudsy surface.

Rex willingly lowered his strong legs, fully exposing his rigid cock as it
moved upward from the water.  "Is that okay now?" he asked.

Hilda smiled devilishly. She didn't say a word; she simply reached out,
grabbed the soap, lathered up her chubby hand and took a firm hold of Rex's
warm, hard flesh. Working her hand up and down the length of his foreskin
clad beauty, she smiled as his cock quickly hardened fully again. While she
continued stroking his man-pride with her right hand, she ran the fingers
of her left up his chest to his nipples. She let her fingers enjoy his
furry, muscular chest completely.

Rex felt her gently pinch his tight nipples as he watched her capably
continue to stroke him off. It seemed so amazing to see her chunky fingers
wrapped around his flesh. He looked up to her face and he noticed her
staring right at him, watching his every expression as she continued
manipulating him. Completely drawn into those dark eyes of Hilda's, Rex
simply gave in to the tribal vibrations rushing through his body. Soon he
felt the pressure building in his loins; he began to move his hips up and
down, fucking his Hilda's warm, strong hand.

"Yes, Yes...fuck my hand, Rex! You are so strong! Fuck it!" Hilda enticed
as her eyes seared into Rex's like daggers of lust.

Just as he was getting near the edge, Hilda pulled her hand away and
quickly doused his throbbing tool with water, removing the soapy film. Then
she leaned forward and took the exposed head into her waiting mouth as she
started stroking the shaft again with one hand and carefully caressing his
balls with the other.

Watching his cock glide in and out of his MILF neighbour's mouth was all he
could take and in just a few moments he lifted his hips and came, spurting
his hot seed deep into her eager mouth. He could see her swallow it all
without moving her head and then she continued sucking as she milked every
last drop of the cum from his aching cock.





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Later, Hilda reclined fully all wrapped in Rex's robe and casually splayed
on his large, made bed.

Rex was busy dressing for a day of life at the office. He had chosen one of
favourite navy blue suits and was busy stepping into his black sporty
briefs and long dark blue ribbed OTC socks. Hilda drank in the sight of his
long, muscular legs as he pulled each sock up and over his rusty golden
furred calves. Each of Rex's large feet looking perfectly sculpted in the
tight, form-fitting cotton and nylon blended fabric. Rex effortlessly slid
on the tailed trousers and a crisp white shirt.

Hilda wanted to play with her clit while taking this all in...but she
remained cool, calm and slightly detached.

Rex was now doing up his deep, ruby red necktie in the wall mirror as he
mused with a playful smile on his handsome newly shaven face.  "You
spending time with me in the little bathroom just now reminded me of a few
years ago...nearly ten years I think. A mature, older lady came into my
life...a real whirlwind of sexual energy and intuition. Lorna, she was a
bit of a sex guru for me. I was very much a late bloomer and she brought me
right out of my shell. AND it all began in that very en-suite bathroom.
You remind me of her."

Hilda sat up and coyly smiled back. "Really. How nice. I feel touched. Is
she still a friend?"

"Well, we went through a great deal together. She did some regressive
memory therapy stuff with me and it all got too heavy. We sort of drifted
apart. She must be in her mid-70's now. She was like my naughty aunty!" Rex
said smirking at his own quip.

"I am older than you...ten years is lifetime sometimes. But I think I make
a great playmate and confidant. I really value you so much, Rex!" Hilda
said looking at Rex's eyes in the mirror which now held her gaze steadily.

"I feel like a need a naughty aunty sometimes...and you my dear are the
aunty of choice! Listen, I want you to have a key to this house...it may
come in handy once in a while. Sure, Silas will be here and you will see
him each day at your place for work but I think you should have your own
key. Have Silas get a copy made for you later today when he gets back home
from his night away. I like the idea of having you available to just pop in
when it suits us both...phoning me first of course!" Rex said as he spun
round to grab the suit coat that lay on the chair in the corner.

"Of, course Rex. I would always call. We are not lovers...just
playmates. Free and easy. Naughty Aunty Hilda at your call...only when you
want her!" Hilda said with a big forced smile upon her round face.

Rex pushed his socked feet into his polished, black leather loafers and
moved toward the door.  "Any chance for that coffee and toast now?"

Hilda giggled and rose up on her bare feet and moved over to stand beside
the tall mature man she adored so deeply. "Right away, sir!" She retorted
as she playfully slapped his firm cycler's ass which was displayed so
delightfully in his navy blue suit trousers. Her hand rested there just
long enough to feel his ass muscles ripple in an energetic response.

"Aunty Hilda, you may need to punish very soon!" Rex said as he kissed her
flushed cheek with a playful peck.

Hilda watched him quickly move away and trot down the stairs. She would
punish him plenty and make him her own lover...she would. She'd get Barbara
out of the way...she had no idea how, BUT she'd do it! Hilda smiled and
moved confidently down the stairs and to the kitchen.







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Silas must have just missed Rex trotting off down the street to the
underground station. His exhausted black clad form pushed into the front
door with a clatter.

Hilda jumped in the kitchen as the noise was quite loud and brought her
scampering into the front hall, Rex's robe billowing in the breeze.

"Silas, what the hell is all the noise about?" Hilda questioned with a
scowl.

Silas looked sheepishly at his mistress.  "Sorry, Mistress but I am very
tired. I was up all night...really up!"

His wolfish smile gave it all away to Hilda.  "I see. You kept Rolf and
that dork Collin busy and hopefully under control!"

"Under control is a mild term for what I put them through last
night. Collin will be very achy today in a few key places. I used and
abused liberally with Rolf filling in any gaps I was physically unable to
fill...all at once!" Silas said glowing with pride. His skeletal dark face
had a Halloween quality that Hilda found a bit disturbing. He was truly
evil and Hilda knew it.


"Keep it up, be relentless. I don't want Collin or Rolf to recover and be
able to stop me from my efforts. Dealing with Barbara is hard enough, two
dark forces colliding over a perfect male. If only Rex knew the fight that
was about to really begin for control of his entire being. You must just do
all I say, I shall reward Silas...have no fear!" Hilda vowed solemnly.

Silas nodded in approval and also inwardly drooled...having Rex so close
and practically a sex playmate plus doing anything he wanted to Rolf and
Collin...bliss!

Hilda also told Silas to get busy getting a copy of Rex's front door key
made for her as per Rex's request. Silas said he would hop to in a few
minutes after a bath and change of clothing.

Silas was evil to the core and also a very good gofer. Hilda loved that!

Silas moved to go upstairs and heard Hilda call out from the kitchen in her
high pitched way.  "Oh, do enjoy the spy cam footage dear, I know you'll
look. Rex and I put on quite a show!"


The very thought of seeing his mistress and Rex together sent him rocketing
upwards, the stairs vanished beneath his feet. In his haste, he just caught
sight of Rex's bedroom door ajar. He paused and moved in; the door squeaked
just a bit as his hand moved it forward. The room was now dappled in
morning light looked slightly unkempt and smelled of sex...raw and pagan.

The bed rumpled, the post bath steam still floating in the air...and the
maroon socks he had chosen yesterday for Rex lay discarded on the carpet
just by the door to the en-suite bathroom.

Silas moved on his quick cat-like feet and snatched them up in soft,
fragrant heap. He pushed the fabric to his face and inhaled. The two
distinct scents were perfectly preserved. One was Rex's masculine leathery
foot scent and the other....Madame Hilda's pussy! Yes, Silas knew Hilda had
let the socks play against her warm cunt. This made Silas even
hornier. Could this be possible?

Silas darted into his private little sanctum and shut the door...Rex's
socks still clutched tightly in his sweaty hand. He again lifted them to
his nose and smelled deeply, bliss! It was that smell of fresh
man-sweat. Not offensive at all, but sort of musky and just slightly
acidy. The pussy smell was just a faint hint...Rex shined through in
abundance!

Silas quickly sat down and switched the old computer screen on, he found
the archived spy video footage of the hours since he left for Rolf's and
began to watch the sizzling images. Next he pulled the head of his uncut
dick out through the opening of his fly. The little pink head of his now
throbbing dick was shinny and taunt, it was in the process of turning deep
purple, and as all that blood was filling the shaft it was making it grow
rock hard. Silas now quickly placed one maroon sock over the head of his
cock. Oh! That felt good he thought to himself. His dick kept getting ever
harder and seemed to fill the sock as it lengthened; his foreskin unable to
fully pull away from phimosis...it stretched and ached in a thrillingly
painful way.  Oh! Silas groaned inwardly as the sight of Rex's fit nude
body writhing around on his big bed filled the screen. The very thought of
his cock inside Rex's sock that had just been on his perfect feet sent
goose bumps all up and down his bony arms.


The images on the screen moved through Rex's steamy encounter with Howard
Prince. Seeing Rex being taken advantage of sexually but this highly
arrogant queen was making Silas' cock rage and cream inside the now damp
sock. He lost focus and stroked and played wildly as his eyes shut
tight. He imagined himself in bed with Rex...he could feel Rex sucking his
red hot man-stick.

Silas had no idea that Hilda had stealthily moved up the stairs and now
stood in his little room's doorway...she saw the screen depicting Rex and
Howard in passionate sex acts and saw Silas' tool all erect and covered in
streams of precum.

"My poor baby, so smitten with Rex! I agree he's hot and so open...and
soon...all mine!" Hilda sneered.

 Silas jumped up in surprise and his naked cock bounced before him like a
pogo stick with a life of its own.

"Mmmm, lay on the bed....now!" Mistress Hilda barked as she pushed into the
small room as she shut the door behind her large round form.

Silas obeyed and lay back, shaking with both fear and excitement.

"We have to get you off, you have things to do....a key to copy...let's get
your rocks off...now!"  Mistress Hilda said in a determined tone as she
knelt beside her scrawny legged assistant and forcefully grabbed his aching
cock in her tight, chubby fist.

Hilda madly stroked Silas' phimosis afflicted tool all the while ogling Rex
who was now being fucked mercilessly on the screen by Howard...Howard was
next on her "hit list" and she would hit him hard!

Silas groaned and sighed...Mistress Hilda showed no signs of letting
up...not until his cum spewed forth like a volcano and that was not far
off...not at all! She rubbed so vigorously that the tightly connected
foreskin began to throb...but Silas was hooked on pleasure and much pain!

Mistress Hilda was not going to let his loud screams of delight stop her
now, oh no!






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Rex sat in his private office behind his now paper strewn desk; Bob
Crenshaw sat opposite him and watched his long time work mate read and
re-read all the files on the Hollister account.

Bob, a burly fellow with a shorter stature than Rex and round cherub-like
face, gave a sort of cough and Rex looked up.

Rex sporting his navy blue suit and fashionable necktie looked perfect...as
always, his handsome grey and reddish hair all combed and looking thick and
lush atop his ever handsome, ruddy face smiled over at Bob.

"OK Bob, what gives? You have been as quiet as a church mouse today. That's
not the Bob I know. Talk to me!" Rex said in his firm yet friendly way.

"You Rex, are not....You! And what's up with all the commotion at Howard's
salon? I get you in there for a quick man grooming session and you....you
fucking knock the place into frenzy and scare two girls half to death. I
had Howard on the phone mad; wanting answers about your wacko behaviour...I
had to send him to you. I had no choice. Now I want to know what
happened. Is that too much to ask?" Bob said as his face grew redder and
redder...looking more demonic than cherubic.

"Calm down, Bob. I am all sorted with Howard...in more ways than one. He
did drop by as you know and...we talked and hung out...sort of." Rex
sniggered with his boyish grin concealed behind a well placed hand.

"I'll bet. I know you swing both ways Rex, but did you have to fuck with my
salon guy. He's brilliant and now when I see him, all I'll see in my mind
are you and he...doing who knows what to whom!" Bob blurted out in a rather
embarrassed tone.

Rex now openly laughed and Bob smiled too. It was mildly funny and Bob had
to chuckle along.

"But as for my outburst...it was very unfortunate and completely out of my
control. I blame being in my early 50's, horny as hell and really enjoying
my new found sex playmates. Some of which seem to have some weird control
over me sometimes. Bob, I can't explain it. Hilda and her old friend
Barbara are so mature and so...sexy in a very unique if not bizarre
way. And my new housemate Silas, a young guy who works for Hilda...he's
kinky, Goth-like and very into me. I feel extremely sexualized to say the
least." Rex explained thoughtfully as he gently nibbled the end of a pencil
eraser in deep thought.

"I should be so lucky! You seem to have the magic touch and cock...men and
women breaking down your door to get in on the action!" Bob said with deep
admiration.

Rex swivelled back and forth in his comfy leather office chair. His six
foot body all firm and fit in his stylish navy blue suit looked more
appealing to Bob, who was quite straight and had never really thought about
Rex in a sexy way....ever! This shocked Bob inwardly and he felt he should
keep this strange sensation to himself...he did not want Rex to get any
wrong ideas.

"What about Collin, your nephew? How does he fit in?" Bob said trying to
get his mind off of sex and Rex.

"Now that's weird, too. He's hooked up with my buddy Rolf and moved in with
him. Collin said it was to give me space and freedom to see people without
him being underfoot. But I liked having him around...and now I have Silas
as a housemate, go figure...all in one wacky weekend!" Rex said propping
one black leather loafer clad foot up along the edge of his desk.

"We need to think about your next meeting. These clients made a huge fuss
about seeing you when they phoned last week and had all this paperwork sent
by courier on Friday afternoon. They had another ad agency as you can see
but they left...wanted you instead to handle their needs as far as print
advertising. Tracy Hollister is a successful business woman who started her
own cosmetic line about ten years ago. She appeals to older, mature women
and targets them for her various beauty products.  She obviously had seen
your work and pulled her account last week from her long term ad man and
switched to us and insisted on you as her new ad campaign manager. All in a
blink last week...really weird, but that's the scoop." Bob said taking well
earned breath.

Rex sat back and smiled.  "I am flattered but mystified as to why they
should want me...I know I have done some good work but never on beauty
products. It's strange!"


"Tracy and her business partner will be here at 11 AM sharp. Rex, make them
happy...the pressure is on.  We need this account and you know the firm is
counting on you. It's a big one!" Bob said as he moved up and off toward
the office door.


"You can count on me...relax Bob. Tracy will get anything she wants...I
promise!" Rex said with a twinkle in his green eyes.








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Attractive Tracy Hollister, tall and thin...a body like a fashion model
with two well-sized, perfect breasts tightly held in her sleek designer
dress, sat in the back of the limo. Her long blonde hair flowing mid-way
down her back just added to the 35 year-olds appeal as she flicked her
stylish sunglasses up on her head and dialled a number on her mobile phone.

Her loyal business partner, Grant Bates sat beside her...his look was
designer perfect as well except he was a short well-built fellow with an
artistic goatee and a bald shaved head. His face was long and angular and
he did not look his 42 years, not one bit. His tailored burgundy suit with
bright pink shirt and matching tie looked Italian, expensive and very chic.

Tracy pursed her full lips, lips which were artfully painted in her own
ruby red lipstick, as she waited for her call to connect.

"Hello, Barbara. We are just on our way now to Rex's office in central
London. I am so glad you phoned me last week and insisted I switch our
account to his firm and get him as our ad campaign manager. I owe you so
much; both Grant and I do...the way you helped set us up in business and
meet all the right people. You never steer us off our true path, you do
know best. If you say Rex Davenport is our man...he's our man. I always
take your advice...always! And I shall make sure my driver swings by and
picks him up tonight for your little gathering at Hilda's place. Will she
mind if Grant and I crash her little cocktail party?"

On the other end of the phone a cooing Barbara answered.

"No, love...no. Come one, come all is Hilda's motto. And making sure Rex
gets there is very much my main objective. And do...as I said before...go
with the flow today. Let you inner being guide you...Rex is so much more
than a good ad man...he's a mature stud king! We all must partake!"

Tracy listened, her blue eyes misted over as Barbara spoke...as if in a
trance. She answered carefully as not to alarm dear Grant too much.

"I see dear Barbara. Grant and I will make sure Rex is at the party tonight
and that he meets all of our requirements...every one of them!"

Tracy snapped off the phone and licked her lush lips.

The limo slowed down, caught in London traffic.

Grant looked over at her with his beady brown eyes and sighed.  "Tracy,
I've known you and Barbara now since we stared up the company. I know when
you two are concocting some scheme. What is going on with this Rex
guy...why all the fuss?"

Tracy turned to face Grant; her shapely full breasts were now shown off
delightfully in her low cut dark green satin dress...as if she needed any
help always getting her way. Her sultry voice began to fill the rear of the
limo as she explained.

"I have known Barbara Carlisle for ages, a lifetime really. She was like my
mother...she really is more special to me than anyone could ever know. She
has made me what I am today....in every way! Grant, you are my dear
friend...playmate and business partner; some things you just have to accept
and Barbara guiding me, and our company, well....just don't worry. Barbara
knows best. And as for Mr. Rex Davenport, he comes highly recommended by
her. And...we can also enjoy Mr. Rex fully...if you get my drift?"

Grant smiled. His bald head seemed to glow in the sunlight that filtered
through the smoke tinted auto glass. His mouth opened and his pearly white
teeth glinted as he spoke.

"I know Barbara is some sort of guru mother figure and seems as rich as can
be....plus connected in every way that can be imagined. So I trust her and
you...sure. I'll go along with this plan of advertising agency switching
and getting to know this Rex person. Mmm, you do get your way with men and
women...and when you get your way...I get my cut of the action. And that is
just fine, Tracy dear...Rex is on our menu today and when he fully
understands what you have to offer, mmmm...the fun will really begin!"






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Collin and his new lover boss sat quietly behind the sales counter this
Monday in the Fire & Magic Gay Bookstore. The gay bookstore had ebb and
flow of customers and this mid-day saw very little action. A few regular
male browsers popped in and had a look, one bought his monthly magazine and
that was the sum total.

Collin felt very woozy from the night's activities and wondered why Rolf
was so quiet; he'd said barely a word since his strange behaviour with
Silas last night. Collin was unsettled by some of the cruel things Rolf
said...he inwardly wanted all that to have just been a show for
Silas. Strange, domineering and explosive Silas whom he felt drawn to and
afraid of; he so wanted to please everyone...his uncle, Silas and
Rolf. This silent treatment made him feel close to losing on all fronts.

"Rolf, I hope you are not mad at me. I tried to please you and Silas last
night. I still hurt down there from trying so hard...my asshole aches, I
bled a bit too. You both used me and used me...I felt spent, wasted away
today...but here I am working with you in your shop, still trying to make
you happy I am in your life. I..." But Collin's feeble words were cut short
by a slap across the face by the angry faced Nordic bear who so dearly
wanted to please.

"Shut up, Collin. SHUT UP! I will hit you again and again if you don't shut
up!" Rolf said almost mechanically.

Collin stood up and moved away, adjusting his spectacles that now were
slapped askew and cowered in a bookshelf covered corner.  "Rolf, what have
I done? Tell me....TELL ME!" Collin begged.

The 23 year-old nephew of Rex was more confused than ever.

"I am doing this all for Mistress Hilda...she owns me and YOU! We are just
pawns in her game and Silas is too, he may think he is a player...but he
serves Mistress and she rules us. You are just being kept Collin....kept
until you are needed and then...who knows? Silas might have his way with
you and you'll turn into a sex toy chained to his closet wall...and I don't
care, not one itty bitty BIT!" Rolf sneered as he looked away hearing the
front door swing open as a customer came in.

Collin eyes filled with tears as he realized Hilda was in charge, he sensed
it...now he knew it beyond the shadow of a doubt. Hilda was pulling all the
strings and Uncle Rex was trapped in her web...deeply!


The elderly male customer moved to the counter greeted Rolf warmly. The
older gentleman was about 75 or so and looked a bit bedraggled to Collin,
who now tried to get his tears under control.  The tousled unkempt grey
haired man in a rumpled suit looked over at Collin in the corner.

"So Rolf, have not been in lately, who's the new assistant?  Not seen him
here before and he looks very sweet." The older man said as he smiled a
mainly toothless grin Collin's way.

"Oh, Mr. Reece, that's Collin...he's new, sort of...very much in need of
training. 23 years old and acts more like 3!" Rolf said in a rather
affected tone which sounded strange to Collin as he stood by.

"Training? What sort Rolf? Do I detect a sexual tone, my dear man?" The old
man said now leering at Collin in a hungry way.

Rolf snorted and whispered, "No other customers in at present, let's close
the shop for an hour Mr. Reece and I'll let you see how in need Collin
really is."

Collin felt a jolt of fear as Rolf sauntered almost effeminately off to
lock the shop door and place the closed sign in the window. Mr. Reece
hobbled over to Collin's little corner and looked right at him.

Collin's short thin built body trembled under the aged man's close
inspection as he nervously fingered his own short brown hair that fell just
over his eyes.  His spectacles almost seemed to steam up as the man's hot
breath came in waves towards Collin.

"Yes, my dear Rolf...training for a solid hour, the young man will benefit
from our tutelage. I never knew your shop offered these kind of special
delights! Under skilled hands all young men bloom like roses...once the
thorns have been snipped with sharp scissors of desire. Snipped and pruned
by two skilled masters!" Mr. Reece said rasping like he was struggling to
breathe.

"I...I don't need training Mr. Reece...thank you but I don't think..." The
slap from a quick backhand of Rolf sent Collin flying against the bookshelf
laden wall. Rolf had swiftly moved forward and cut Collin off before Collin
knew what had happened.

Rugged Nordic bear Rolf grabbed Collin's arm and tugged him toward the
basement door.  "Move your sorry ass Collin. Mr. Reece has not got all
day...and his hour is meant to be very pleasurable!"

Mr. Reece followed slowly behind as the group moved down to the stock room
below the store using an old wooden staircase.

"I want to pay you Rolf...this hour is so unexpected and worth...shall we
say 500 pounds?" Mr. Reece offered simply.

"Perfect...sounds great. And if you find Collin's needs great enough...we
could have training once a week if you'd like." Rolf offered as he pushed
Collin into the centre of the downstairs stock room where a large wooden
table filled the space.

"He's all yours!" Rolf said he pushed Collin against the edge of the big
strong legged table.

The small light bulb lit basement area scared Collin. A mass of cardboard
boxes filled the outer space and all Collin felt was confined...caged!  He
was at their mercy.

Mr. Reece pulled off his tweed suit coat and stood in his faded blue shirt
and began to roll up his sleeves.

"Please, please...no. Why? What I have I done? What? Please...." Collin
begged as Rolf stood by in a rather disinterested way. Collin's thin body
shook as Mr. Reece stepped forward.

"Let's strip off these clothes...this shirt, yes...let's start here!"
Mr. Reece barked as he fumbled with Collin's cotton plaid button
shirt...pulling, twisting...tearing it away to expose Collin's scrawny bare
chest covered only by a small patch of new man hair just between his two
sensitive nipples.

"Bony, but nice and nubile. I remember being 23...mmmm, nice!" Mr. Reece
said as he tweaked one tender nipple with his gnarly fingers and Collin
jumped and tried to move back.

Rolf slapped Collin's naked back with his large hand, just along his
spine. "Stop your resistance. Just give in, let good Mr. Reece train you."

Collin's fear was making him sweat all down his chest...he could feel the
drops travelling down, down.

"Take off these spectacles; we don't want them broken...do we?" The
spectacles were snatched away and Collin was plunged into a word of blurred
figures and smudged faces. He was now theirs...he could not go backwards or
forwards.

The gnarled hands now tugged at his belt and trousers...fingers probed and
pummelled...he would soon be nude. Nude and very vulnerable!



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