By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)

© BJB Conglomerated Media

 

This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.

This is a continuation of the series Rabbit Hole. I will attempt to reintroduce all the characters and situations as we go along. I hope those of you who have just finished Rabbit Hole are not stultified.

Prologue

Twenty-nine-year-old Andrew Tarnow (aka Andy or Drew) and his fifteen-year-old son Channing (aka Chan, Tian, or Bunny) have just moved from Pennsylvania to South Carolina. Their lives have changed dramatically in the past few weeks as they have metamorphosized from father and son into lovers and partners.

Life at Warren Hill

Chapter One

 

Andrew Tarnow lay peacefully asleep in the enormous bed of his master suite at Warren Hill, his new house. It is more of a compound than a house, with eight buildings totaling ninety-thousand square feet over about thirty-five acres of the two-hundred-acre property he purchased south of Columbia, South Carolina.

All of the buildings are generously proportioned and constructed of the highest quality materials and craftsmanship in elegantly-restrained modernism. Yet, with their wide wraparound porches and balconies, they evoke plantation buildings that might have dotted the site two centuries prior.

Despite its tens of millions of dollars of exquisite – and, in places, extremely rare – materials, there is nothing fussy or formal about Warren Hill. The four-bedroom main house doesn't even have a formal dining room. Instead, there are several dining tables in the various reception rooms and games rooms. As often as not, the family just eats in the kitchen.

There is a three-story "party stack" building for larger gatherings which contains a banquet hall, lounge, discotheque, rooftop party deck, and a basement sports lounge and caterer's kitchen. It is situated at the far end of the mostly glass building housing the indoor Olympic-length pool.

Warren Hill has been officially occupied by Andrew and his son for less than a week, so the twenty-nine-year-old master of the house has yet to inaugurate most of the facilities.

Drew lay askew on his custom eight-by-ten-foot bed, turned three-quarters on his stomach with his right knee hitched up. A pink satin ribbon tied back his wavy medium blond hair in a sloppy ponytail which ran to the bottom of his shoulder blades. The ribbon was the only textile on his magnificent body.

The morning twilight had begun only minutes before, bringing enough illumination to transform flat silhouettes into gray three-dimensional objects. The July sunrise would not come for another ninety minutes.

With a deep, slow inhalation followed by a languid sigh, Drew became aware of gentle harp music echoing through the dimly-lit house. Was he in heaven? As he turned onto his back and softly pandiculated his six-foot, hairless body, he realized that he was alone in the bed. This couldn't possibly be heaven if Tianbao, his fifteen-year-old son, lover, and best friend were not in bed with him.

Ah, Tianbao!

Drew still had to force himself to use his son's new name. He didn't want to be called Channing anymore once he realized that he had a special connection to Tuer Shen, the Chinese god of homosexual love and relationships. Tuer Shen was known as Hu Tianbao in his earthly existence during the early Qing Dynasty. They were in the process of having Chan's – Tian's name legally changed to that of their spiritual friend and benefactor.

It was Tuer Shen who was responsible for the lavish domicile in which Drew and Tian now lived. Hu Tianbao was killed at the age of nineteen for spying on the bath time of a handsome senior imperial official to whom he was attracted.

He was quickly recognized as a god after he appeared to a local man to give him guidance on his homosexual yearnings. He is now and forever a virile nineteen-year-old archer.

Tuer Shen decided at the moment of Tian's conception that the child would be one of his special emissaries to the mortal population.

Ever since Tian was born fifteen years ago (on Drew's fourteenth birthday), Drew felt there was something magical about his son. All fathers must feel that way at the birth of their first son, but the feeling only intensified as Tian began to develop.

He was prodigious in his physical, social, and intellectual development. The one childish thing he clung to was his favorite stuffed toy, Mr. Bunny. It was only in the past couple of weeks that both Drew and Tian understood why: in China, gay men are often derided as "bunnies" or "rabbits." Tuer Shen's name properly translated as "Rabbit God" or "Leveret God."

Tuer Shen is happy to be called "Bunny" if it helps reduce the stigma for his cherished gay worshippers. Drew's son Tian also likes to be called "Bunny" for the same reason.

Tian had the ability throughout his childhood in Pennsylvania to breeze through any situation and subtlely take control. He was never overtly persuasive, but people ended up doing exactly what Tianbao wished, all the while thinking it was their own idea.

It was only in the last few months that Drew began to understand the depth and breadth of his son's uniqueness. He is still trying to understand Tian's ability to tap into the mystical forces offered by Tuer Shen.

Tian was conceived when Drew was thirteen during an embarrassing and awkward tryst with Annika Madsen, a family friend who was a couple of years older. The situation caused a scandal in their small southwestern Pennsylvania town but cemented Drew's certainty that he was gay. It seemed that almost everyone knew it except Drew.

Drew's parents agreed to adopt Channing even before his birth, since Annie didn't want to have her social life attenuated by motherhood. But the truth of his parentage came out soon enough.

Annie developed addictions to drugs and alcohol and stayed away from her son. She died the previous month, which caused Drew, Tian, and his entire family to reevaluate their lives.

Drew had already committed to relocating to South Carolina to lead a data warehousing and machine learning research project to identify women at increased risk of breast cancer to find ways of getting them the diagnostics, education and lifestyle coaching they may need to mitigate their risk. If the process proved efficacious, they would expand to other disease risk groups, such as diabetes, colon cancer, and prostate cancer.

They left Pennsylvania directly from Annie's funeral luncheon, driving a moving van with their car towed behind.

The two-hundred-acre property was attractive to Drew because of its location, and its size would offer privacy. He intended to remodel an existing small house into a modest three-bedroom retreat for himself and his son.

Tuer Shen had other ideas. Nobody knows for sure, but it seems that the Warren Hill compound along with its landscaping and plantings were created in the blink of an eye from Tuer Shen's mind. His Leveret Foundation was used to hire staff and make available whatever money would be needed to run the place to the highest possible standards.

As Drew and Tian drew closer, becoming lovers as well as father and son, Tuer Shen allowed them into his celestial "garden," which he shared with a Slavic god known as Dogoda.

The Garden Of the Western Wind was a parallel dimension in which people could join spiritually with each other on a much more profound level than their physical bodies would allow.

Drew and Tian could read each other's thoughts, eventually sharing memories and forming thoughts together. They were able to feel each other's physical sensations. When they made love, they both felt their own and their lover's ecstasy. They could also share lovemaking with other garden visitors from around the world, whether homosexual, heterosexual or some other combination.

There was no judgment in the garden. There was only acceptance and love – every variety of love.

Drew became aware that Tuer Shen's influence seemed to be insinuating itself into society in general. It was now accepted that fathers would initiate their sons into the ways of lovemaking, whether they were gay or not.

Generally, a father would teach his sons about sex through practice and example, and then send them on to the men and women who would become their longterm partners.

Drew and Tian knew that they were meant to be each other's lifelong partner. Drew also still had sex with his own father Konrad, and his brother Daniel whenever they could get together. Bother were happily married to women.

Most localities had also removed their laws against public nudity. While a good portion of the population was still against it, it was no longer scandalous. It was treated with the same gravity as the debate over whether a hot dog is a sandwich.

While all forms of public nudity were permitted, there was a small movement the media had dubbed "The Natural Boys," where boys decided to forego clothing in public once they hit puberty. Nobody had an explanation for the genesis of the phenomena, but Drew and Tian had their strong suspicions.

Tian had decided on the trip down from Pennsylvania, during a stop at a clothing-optional gay-owned bed and breakfast, where he received several physical enhancements that rendered his clothing mostly unwearable, that he would no longer wear clothing anytime or anywhere. In fact, Drew and Tian had both spent the better part of an hour completely naked in the food court of a highway rest stop.

When they left the rest stop to go back to their moving van, a police officer stopped them, but only to return the tatters of Drew's shorts which he had shucked, and to compliment the guys on their close relationship and their beautiful and very large erections.

The officer, who told the guys about living with his two girlfriends, was happy to oblige Drew's fantasies when Drew told him how handsome he thought he was. The affable cop ended up with a faceful of Drew's cum. The officer laughed and said he was going to go back to the patrol car to allow his partner to lick it off.

So much was changing, but Drew and Tian's love for each other would be a constant in their lives. They were both determined to make Warren Hill the accepting and embracing extension of Tuer Shen's garden that he intended.

Drew quieted himself on the bed and listened as the music continued. He finally identified it as "Opening," the first movement of Phillip Glass's Glassworks. It is normally played on a piano but Drew relished the tenderness lent by the plucked strings of the harp. The subtle rhythms and interleaving lines changing from duple to triple meter were exquisitely performed by the expert harpist.

A smile overspread Drew's face as he contemplated the probability that the harpist was his son. His musical skill was given to him by Dogoda, the Slavic god of gentle love. Whenever the father and son visit the Garden of the Western Wind as they make love, Tuer Shen (Hu Tianbao) stands with his bow and arrow while Dogoda holds a lyre as he sits naked on a white steed.

Drew casually stroked his hairless nine-inch penis and pulled back his foreskin behind his corona before levitating himself off the bed and alighting with his bare feet on the black terrazzo floor. The ability to disregard gravity while at Warren Hill was another gift from Tuer Shen.

Drew untied his hair and tossed the ribbon onto the bed as he walked toward the music. His hair draped down his back with a few locks falling on his well-developed chest, swirling ringlets around his right nipple.

He stood in the center of his bedroom, which was also the center axis of the house, and looked out beyond the cross-hall, the large four-story stair hall, and the equally large four-story entry hall. The only interior doors in the house were on the closets and lavatories. The rooms couldn't be said even to have doorways: there were wide floor-to-ceiling openings in the walls. Some of the rooms simply flowed into each other with no walls between them, separated only by a change in ceiling height or an overhead balcony.

Even the wet room to his left, with its six rain showerheads and large soaking tub, was surrounded by almost invisible glass so that all their activities could be seen by anyone coming in through the front doors or walking through the house.

Directly behind Drew was a full-length column with rings and steel loops on it that could be used for restraints and BDSM paraphernalia. While Drew only occasionally got into punishment or restraints, the idea that he could be completely immobilized and exposed while in plain view of almost anyone in the house was a turn-on.

Tian, under the influence of Tuer Shen, was quite the exhibitionist. Drew was learning to relish the openness of the house.

Drew's eyes focused on a glow that came from the shimmering lights in the stair hall.

The harp, which sat at the imaginary threshold between the main entrance hall and the grand reception room, sat next to a Bösendorfer Grand 225 piano in resplendent Macassar ebony. They were both just out of view behind a closet that defined the transition from the entry to the stair hall.

Drew entered the large stair hall and smiled at the three-times-life-size painting of Tuer Shen standing naked and proud with his bow and arrow pointing toward the main entrance. He had a bunny on each shoulder, nibbling his ears. His normally foot-long erection was three feet long in the oversize photorealistic depiction and showed a drizzle of Cowper's fluid

The painting was surrounded by hundreds of dangling crystals hanging on wires from the underside of the fourth-floor balconies, descending almost to the floor. They were backlit by dozens of tiny lights which were mostly dimmed for the overnight hours. The effect was to spin soft prismatic rainbows throughout the space in an over-the-top tribute to Tuer Shen's unmatched godliness.

His son had informed him that they were not crystals at all. "You know that Tuer Shen wouldn't have anything except diamonds, dad. Those are all perfect, flawless, colorless diamonds that he assembled molecule by molecule, just as he did with the rest of the house. Those big ones are the largest cut diamonds ever seen on earth. Hundreds of billions of dollars worth of flawless diamonds. That's Tuer Shen's idea of a joke."

Drew shook his head in continued disbelief that his life had taken the turns it had. But he followed his persistent erection on his inexorable quest to find the source of the beautiful harp music.

He had always been naked at home when they had lived in Pennsylvania, but it felt somewhat strange to be so here. Perhaps it was that he didn't quite yet feel at home in this new place, having lived here only a few days. Part of it was that the enormous house and grounds always had staff around.

Drew had hired the occasional house cleaning service to help take care of his former house, but he and Tian performed most of the housework themselves. Warren Hill had a staff of several (perhaps dozens or scores of) staff members in front of whom he might be seen naked and erect. The fact that he had no idea how many people the Leveret Foundation had employed at Warren Hill made him chuckle.

He wasn't shy at all, but it was an unfamiliar situation. Normally he was naked around invited guests. He was unsure of how he should interact with employees, even though some of them also chose to be naked as they worked.

There was no staff around at the moment since it was still before five o'clock in the morning, the time he and Bunny had established as their morning workout time in the home's basement gym complex.

His eyes finally beheld the sight of his cherished son. Tian was only fifteen, but one might have suspected he was a sophomore in college rather than a rising sophomore in high school.

Tian's beautiful eyes were closed as he played the harp, but he smiled to acknowledge that he was aware of Drew's presence. His thick blond curls always looked just on the verge of being out of control as they ringed his face. Drew suddenly noticed that Tian's face was losing its boyish oval shape and he was developing a defined jawline and cheekbones.

The teen's flawless tight skin sparkled with the glow that Drew and Tian share whenever they are together and on the cusp of being transported to Tuer Shen's mystical garden. An observer might think that Tian was covered in droplets of perspiration, or perhaps covered in sparkling body oil, but those with whom the lovers shared their spiritual connection knew the other-worldly source of the luminescence.

Drew stood silently for a moment, always awestruck at the infinite beauty of his son. It wasn't just physical beauty either, although that was awe-inspiring on its own: Tian was a beautiful soul. He was always kind and empathetic, even when engineering an impish plan.

But he also loved freely. Drew had given up counting the times that Tian told someone he loved them after meeting them just once. He was sincere and completely open with people. Drew feared that he would get hurt by unscrupulous people, but Tian had a way of bringing out the kindness and goodness in others.

Drew felt his nine-inch erection throbbing with love for his son, then noticed his son's ten-inch erection throbbing in synchronicity with him.

He smiled as he silently took a seat at the custom Bösendorfer, its ebony enhanced by gold leaf and enameled butterflies and peonies, and began to play along with Tian. Drew closed his eyes and took over the rolling triplets with his left hand while allowing Tian to bring out the undulating melody in the higher register of the harp.

The father and son wordlessly communicated with each other, taking turns playing melody or accompaniment on their respective instruments as they played through the piece twice in succession. It sounded almost like two different pieces as the harp and piano brought out the beauty of different sections with each repetition.

They completed their musical exploration and sat in silence for several minutes, relishing their ineffable connection to each other.

They inhaled in unison and stood to embrace each other, lost in the love they communicated through smiling eyes. Drew brought his lips to those of his son and connected to the soft, full lips of the teen with the lightest touch.

The tip of Tian's tongue made shy contact with his father's mouth. Soon enough, both expert tongues were massaging each other with unhurried passion.

They mutually decided to float together in the three-story reception room, avoiding the hanging light fixtures. They spun slowly as they kissed and tantalized the other's skin with loving fingertips and rubbed the other's erection with their own.

It didn't matter whether they concentrated on their own pleasure or their partner's since they felt both with equal sensitivity. The more pleasure Drew tried to give his son, the more he felt as a consequence.

They drifted over the second-story balcony and back into the main entrance hall and lingered, surrounded by seventeenth-century silk weavings and paintings from Hu Tianbao's youth in the Fujian province of China.

It must have been after five o'clock because Drew noticed that the two morning footmen had taken up their posts by the front door, waiting to greet guests or run errands as needed.

The footmen in a traditional household are the tallest and most handsome men on staff, putting the most attractive representation of the house before visitors, guests, or the public when they go out into town to run errands on behalf of their employer. These two young men were certainly tall and handsome, but it seemed that everyone at Warren Hill was handsome in his own way.

Drew and his son decided to come to stand near the two footmen to exchange morning greetings. Both were about twenty years of age and stood a couple of inches over six feet.

The footman to Drew's left was blond, with his short straight hair deeply parted on the right, and the sides and back fading to almost nothing. He was naked save for a gold split cock ring that presented his balls and three-inch flaccid penis in a most attractive way.

His companion stood a half-inch shorter. He was a black man with close-cropped hair. He had a part shaved into his head to mirror that of his partner. He wore the Warren Hill footman's optional uniform of a foot-wide strip of translucent silk tied very low around the waist so that the top third of his prominent glutes were exposed. In the front, the sarong sat on his hairless pubic bone. His well-developed dark brown thighs were a sight to behold.

His acid yellow patterned silk sarong was translucent enough that Drew could make out a gold cockring on his four-inch flaccid penis identical to the one worn by his partner. Both men had their foreskin intact.

Both footmen were cut and vascular, looking as if they had just finished their morning workouts. It turns out they had: Warren Hill staff work in four eight-hour overlapping shifts, only six hours of which they are on duty. The other two hours are expected to be spent in physical and/or professional development.

These two were on duty from five o'clock to eleven o'clock in the morning. They had spent an hour in the basement gym and would spend another hour at the end of their shift today studying etiquette and elocution.

Drew and Tian smiled a morning greeting to their employees, who returned practiced smiles that betrayed not even a hint of their reaction to seeing the sparkling naked and hard men descend from midair above them.

Drew stepped forward. "Good morning, gentlemen. I'm sorry that I don't yet know your names. I also apologize if our appearance startled or offended you."

Both men nodded. The blond spoke first. "Good morning, Mister Tarnow, and Master Tarnow, My name is Marcus."

"And my name is Jaleel, sirs," added his companion. "It is not our jobs to be startled or offended. It's our jobs to help you live at Warren Hill exactly the way you prefer. If we – any of us – make you feel hesitant or reticent from doing anything you want, anytime and anywhere, please inform Mr. Ekwensi so that he may remediate the situation or replace the personnel involved."

Jaleel spoke with a calm and gentle tone, but Drew was taken aback nonetheless.

"Please, Jaleel, call me Drew. I understand that you are employees here, but I want you to feel that you are also part of the household, and I want you to enjoy your time here even as you get your duties accomplished.

"If at any time you are not having fun, please tell me directly. I will not betray your trust, but I will emphasize to Mr. Ekwensi that I want Warren Hill to be a place that celebrates life and love, not one that oppresses people."

Tian interjected, "I'm with dad. By the way, call me Tian or, preferably, Bunny. We want you to have fun as much as we expect you to fulfill your duties. If you're not having fun, it's our fault, and we will change things."

Jaleel tried to maintain professional eye contact with his bosses but glanced briefly at the ground. "I'm sorry, Drew and ... Bunny. I spent three years at a very strict service school in England before being hired here last month. Mr. Ekwensi keeps telling me to lighten up, but I'm afraid it's a slow process."

Tian laughed. "Don't lighten up, Jaleel. I love your dark skin!"

"Me too," exclaimed Marcus.

Everyone laughed, including Jaleel. Drew was drawn to the handsome man and his handsome smile.

"Oh, Jaleel, you have a beautiful smile and a lovely laugh. I hope to hear and see more of both as we get to know each other."

Marcus looked lovingly at Jaleel. "He's the best, isn't he? I love him!"

Marcus entered into a full-body blush when he realized he had just declared his love for Jaleel in front of Drew and Bunny.

Drew smiled. "Don't tell us. Tell him. Remember, this is a place where we celebrate love."

Marcus's blush deepened as he turned to Jaleel. "I love you, Jaleel. I thought our wedding day would be the happiest day of my life, but every day with you is happier than the previous."

Drew clapped his hands. "You're married? Mazel tov! Now, Jaleel, what do you do when your husband tells you he loves you?"

Jaleel's smile widened. "Usually, I kiss him and make love to him."

"Well, then," Drew continued, "Kiss your husband! You can save the lovemaking for later if you wish. Or not. It's up to you."

"But, Drew, we're on duty. That would be unprofessional," Jaleel answered.

Drew laughed. "Not if you make it a professional grade kiss, my good sir."

Marcus and Jaleel embraced each other. Marcus stroked Jaleel's face as they both whispered "I love you" to each other. They entered into a kiss that brought a mystical sparkle to both of them.

They separated after less than a minute, but both men had teary eyes from the depth of their love. They both also had chubbed cocks, Marcus's in the open air, and Jaleel's lifting his sarong.

Tian approached the husbands and rubbed them on their shoulders. "This is what I think: you guys should start every shift with a kiss like that. It's the perfect way to initiate a workday, don't you agree?"

Jaleel smiled slyly but looked a bit hesitant. Tian nodded once more in his direction. "Don't you agree," he repeated.

Jaleel got the idea. "Yes, Bunny, I agree. Of course. I wish I had thought of it myself," he joked.

Marcus asked, "But what about this," he gestured to his semi-erect penis. "I can't very well perform my duties with an erection, can I?"

"Whyever not," Bunny asked. "Are you afraid you're going to slam the door on it? You both have beautiful erections, especially knowing how they come from your love for each other. You should be proud to demonstrate your love. That's what dad and I are doing, right dad?"

Bunny gestured to his own and his father's hard, dewy cocks. Drew side hugged his son. "That's right, Bunny. But remember, not everyone is as open with their bodies as you, or even I. You have no desire for privacy. Other's believe that some things are best kept concealed from the general public.

"Having said that, I agree with my son that you're a both gorgeous, with or without erections. There is no reason that you can't greet our guests, deliver messages, or perform any of your other duties with an erection. I think it would be a wonderful representation of Warren Hill's sex-positive ethos.

"But feel no pressure to parade around with boners. If you would rather share your erections only with each other and your sex partners, feel free to conduct yourselves that way."

Bunny turned to Marcus. "I'm sorry, Marcus if you felt pressured. Dad's right: you should decide how you display your spectacular body that I think everyone should see at all times. I enjoy people looking at my erection, and I enjoy it when people watch me making love, but other people can make other decisions.

"I just think it's a testament to how much my dad loves me that I get a boner like this," Tian continued, nudging his ten-inch erection toward Marcus. "Go ahead and feel how wet my dad makes me."

Drew snickered unnoticed by the footmen as his son set about drawing yet another man into his orbit. Marcus was taking the bait, as it were, and tentatively wrapped his fingers around Tian's penis, nudging back his loose foreskin, and rubbing the Cowper's fluid around He brought his fingers to his lips to taste the luscious nectar before realizing what he was doing.

Marcus's hand found its way back to Tian's penis. He rubbed his thumb around the crown to gather up more precum. Tian turned to Jaleel. "Don't let your husband have all the fun. Jump in and grab a handful."

Within moments both men were fondling the fifteen-year-old's enormous penis. They took turns stroking the shaft and playing with Tian's scrotum, as well as scooping up the precum that kept oozing from his piss slit.

Tian decided to be generous and told the men to note how his father's penis was virtually identical to his own. Marcus and Jaleel dutiful moved from one hard appendage to the other and back again.

They compared the flavors of both men's precum, sampling each one several times. They could reach no conclusion on whether one was preferred over the other. They reserved the right to take samples in the future for continuing study.

Both Tian and Drew continued to drizzle out precum for several minutes. Tian finally asked, "Guys, dad and I were just going to go make love in front of Tuer Shen's portrait for our morning offering. Would you like to join us?"

Marcus and Jaleel exchanged glances before Jaleel spoke. "We appreciate the offer, Bunny, but we wouldn't want to intrude on your private time."

Tian laughed out loud. "You're not a very good listener, Jaleel. I don't have private time, and neither does dad when it comes to our bodies and sex. Everyone is encouraged to join us anytime they desire. Our bodies and our love are meant to be shared.

"You are free to touch us at any time. If I walk by and you want to put a finger, your tongue, or your penis in my ass, you just go ahead and do it. If you want to suck me, go ahead and do it. If you want to play with my nipples, go ahead and do it. Do you see a theme developing here?"

Jaleel beamed another smile and untied his sarong and let it drop to the floor. Marcus laughed at his now equally naked husband and asked the father and son, "What would you like us to do?"

Tian smiled. "What would you like to do? Dad and I are both open to almost any type of intercourse. We could sixty-nine while the two of you fuck us. Or the other way around. I enjoy double penetration, so you could both fuck me at the same time and enjoy the closeness of your penises inside my rectum. Do you have other ideas?"

The four men walked slowly to the stair hall where the oversized portrait of Tuer Shen hung, the shimmering of light through the myriad diamonds slowly intensifying to match the waxing daylight.

Marcus and Jaleel were together talking quietly with each other while being flanked by Tian and Drew. The husbands could not bring themselves to let go of their bosses' penises, much to everyone's delight.

They stood next to the large square ottoman in the center of the room. Marcus broke the silence. "Bunny, I would really like to be penetrated by you, but my husband is intrigued by the idea of double penetration. Drew, would you mind joining Jaleel in fucking Bunny while he fucks me? Can we even do such a thing."

Drew laughed. "We can do anything we set our minds to." Drew kissed Jaleel on the cheek. "I would be honored to join you in pleasuring my son's ass.

Drew surveyed the variety of erections, "How about if we arrange ourselves like this: I'll lie on my back so that Tian can ride my cock while facing me. Then Jaleel can penetrate Bunny from the rear while facing his back.

"Once we're both in the grips of Tian's ass, Marcus can climb on top of me doggie style and let Tian take him from the rear. With any luck, Marcus will be far enough up my torso that I will be able to curl up and get his lovely penis in my mouth."

Marcus and Jaleel looked slightly unsure but Drew encouraged them. "Ok, guys, let's get fucking as our morning offering."

Drew started to fall backward but then levitated himself about three feet off the floor. Tian, being the drama queen that he is, shot up almost to the ceiling of the four-story hall, then descended in perfect alignment to get his father's wet probe into his docking ring.

The father and son sparkled as brightly as the diamonds surrounding Tuer Shen's portrait as they slowly ascended to the midpoint of the large canvas.

Tian turned to Jaleel. "Come here and let me suck you for a moment to ensure that you're hard enough. Then you can join dad in my ass."

Jaleel put his arms out to his side with his palms up, gesturing as to how he was expected to accomplish that task.

"It's easy," Tian cajoled. "Just decide you're going to rise up. Everyone at Warren Hill can do it."

Jaleel locked eyes with Tian and tentatively rose off the floor. He stopped with his feet about a foot off the terrazzo and reached for his husband to join him.

The two footmen rose up to the father and son, where Jaleel turned to allow Tian to fellate him. Drew motioned for Marcus to approach him for similar treatment.

A breeze moved through the room, and the four were instantly transported into the Garden of Western Wind, where Tuer Shen greeted them warmly as they continued their intercourse.

"Good morning, my loves! Thank you for offering your lovemaking to me this fine day. Marcus and Jaleel, I hope this will be the first of thousands of visits to my garden. You are welcome back any time the two of you make love with each other or any other partners."

The mystical god was interrupted by the sound of a horse naying. The blond god Dogoda appeared sitting naked on his white mount, holding his lyre. "I am sorry, Tuer Shen, but I believe you mistakenly said `my garden,' when, of course, you meant to say, `Dogoda's garden which he so generously shares with me.'"

Tuer Shen laughed and dropped his bow to his side. "Do please forgive me, my most gracious and benevolent host. I must have been rendered incoherent by the beauty of these four guests here with us. I was thinking only of their pleasure."

Dogoda smiled as his brilliant blond curls fluttered in the breeze. "Quite understandable, my friend. These two new guests are remarkable. I hope you will be generous with your blessings upon them, as you always are."

Tuer Shen nodded with a sly smile.

The four lovers all felt each other's approaching orgasms. Bunny guided Jaleel to join Drew in fucking his ass. Once he was being blissfully double penetrated, Bunny grabbed Marcus by the hips to guide the footman's ass back to his ten-inch penis. Drew was not about to let Marcus's penis out of his mouth if he could help it.

He managed to curl up enough so that Marcus was being expertly sucked by the father while being expertly fucked by the son.

Powerful orgasmic waves soon washed over the four lovers. Drew and Tian felt that their new friends were capable of understanding the garden, even though it was their first visit, so they helped the husbands open their minds to the unspeakable beauty of the garden.

They even saw hundreds of couples and groups engaging in transformative sexual bliss. But they were not able to feel those experiences. It was just as well since their own orgasms were almost incomprehensible in power.

The four men fired synchronized volley after volley of cum into each other every fifteen seconds for the next ten minutes. Tian did not want to rush things since it was all for Tuer Shen, but he also didn't want to disorient the two footmen completely.

Drew and Tian were connected as never before. They had previously shared thoughts while in the garden, but now they were forming thoughts together as if they shared one mind and one heart.

They both were joyful that their connection to each other as well as to Tuer Shen was growing stronger each time they visited the garden. Their openness to each other was as complete as their love for each other.

As their ecstasy came to an end, Tuer Shen reiterated his love for them all and his desire to see Marcus and Jaleel with great frequency.

The four lovers became aware of someone standing on the floor of the stair hall muttering, "What the bloody hell?"

They looked down to see the House Steward, Obasi Ekwensi wiping his face where Drew and Jaleel's cum had dripped out of Tian's ass, and Tuer Shen's cum dripped off all four of them as the god shot load after load of cum on his friends.

Oba looked up to see his employers and two of his employees untangling from their mid-air fuck session. As he smiled at the floating group, another shot of cum flew across the room from the painting and landed on the jet black skin of Oba's chest, and ran down his naked body. He smiled with an open mouth and went to work scooping up and feasting on the mystical semen.

Oba caused his six-foot-six-inch frame to ascend to the other four as he removed his prosthetic left foot and ankle from its cup, which remained secured to his calf and knee.

"When will I learn to wait to put this thing on until after your morning routine? Every day I'm cleaning cum off this very expensive prosthesis," he drawled in his basso profundo Mississippi accent overlaid on his acquired upper-class English diction.

Drew and Bunny turned to their house steward, who is in charge of all activities and everyone who works inside the house, and greeted him enthusiastically. Drew got to him first.

"Good morning, Obasi! I trust you had a restful night and are looking forward to a productive day. You certainly look well-rested, and very handsome this morning. I like your hair loose." Drew embraced Obasi, pressing his muscular six-foot frame into his steward's even more muscular six-foot-six-inch frame. He didn't try to conceal the moan that escaped from his throat as he and Oba pleasured themselves with each other.

"I slept very well, indeed, Drew. Thank you for asking," Obasi Ekwensi said as he embraced his boss. "I like your hair loose also."

Obasi held Drew for several moments and guided his hands around Drew's tantalizing body as he considered the delightful absurdity of his situation. Drew also let his hands wander around the onyx black mounds and plains of Obasi's physique. He also played with the delicate braids of Obasi's thick black hair, which cascaded three-quarters of the way down his back.

The two men exchanged genuine expressions of delight at being in each other's company.

Just a year ago Obasi Ekwensi was in service to a household in Wales, feeling bitter and resentful.

He had been injured in the aftermath of the Battle of Kamdesh, Afghanistan in 2009. Although eight Marines were killed and dozens injured, Obasi was infuriated that his injury was caused by a stupid accident during the evacuation of Combat Outpost Keating when a case of munitions crushed his left foot. Some of it exploded and filled his body with shrapnel wounds and burns.

He was flown to Germany for treatment, but the surgeons determined the foot could not be saved and decided to amputate just above the ankle. He also had several skin grafts to deal with the shrapnel and burn wounds.

After more than a year of rehabilitation in various locations, Obasi got involved in the Warrior Games. It was at the games in Colorado in 2013 that he met and fell in love with an associate of Britain's Prince Harry, who had come to the games with a contingent of his fellow soldiers, and was inspired to found the international Invictus Games as a result of the experience.

Within two weeks, Obasi was off to England with his lover. He soon met a friend of a distant Royal cousin who was impressed with his management skills and his interpersonal skills – especially his thirteen-inch interpersonal skill.

After five years of training and apprenticeships, he was deemed ready to lead any substantial household in the Commonwealth.

But Obasi's romantic relationship had ended badly, and he realized that his Welsh employer took him less seriously the more seriously Obasi took his devotion to his work. While his employer was a talented lover, the frequency of their intercourse diminished as they both realized there was little connection beyond the physical pleasure.

That's when he heard about the possibility of helping to set up Warren Hill. It would be exciting to start a new household and hire his own staff. He would also be closer to what little family he had left in Mississippi.

He had several meetings with recruiters as well as with executives of the Leveret Foundation before meeting with Bruno di Napoli, the Estate Manager. After a twenty-minute conversation, Bruno pressed a check into Obasi's hand. He blinked several times as he tried to comprehend the one-hundred-twenty-five thousand-dollar figure written on the check.

"What in the world is this," he asked Bruno.

"That's your first month's salary, should you decide to accept our offer of employment. You will receive similar ones on the first Wednesday of every month," Bruno told Obasi with a casual smile. "We do, however, prefer direct deposit in this modern age.

"I have a check for twice that amount for you to cover your relocation expenses and inconvenience. You are requested to cash this second one and keep the money whether or not you accept our employment offer," Bruno explained. "My bosses were so impressed with how you presented yourself in the interviews that they want you to have this little token just because they like you."

Obasi was ninety percent sure he was going to take the job anyway, but that second check – and the motivation behind it – clinched the deal. The fact that his salary was about to increase tenfold made the trials of the previous five years all worth it.

So, here he was floating in a naked embrace with his boss, whom he was growing to love more and more each day.

Drew's kind smile enticed him into a soft kiss. It was not the first time they had kissed. Indeed, they had made love several times in the short while they had known each other. But it was the first time Marcus and Jaleel had seen the level of affection between their boss and his boss.

The footmen watched in wonder as Obasi withdrew his tongue from Drew's mouth.

"Break it up! Break it up," Tian chided his father. "I saw him first. Besides, you just want him for his body, which is understandable. But I love him for his soul."

Drew laughed at his son's antics, but couldn't refute the truth of his assertion. Tian loved Obasi instantly when they met. Drew was rapidly falling in love as well.

Tian held Obasi's face in his strong teenage hands. "I love you, Oba. And not just for your sexy body, or your earth-shaking laugh, or for your lovely smile, or for your sexy body – wait, did I say that already?"

The group chuckled.

"But, seriously, Oba," Tian continued, "I want you to know that I do love you. You are precious to both my dad and me. From what I hear, you are precious to everyone at Warren Hill. It's been only a week, but I can't imagine living here without you. I love you, I love you, I love you," he continued, punctuating each declaration with a sweet kiss on each cheek and Obasi's forehead.

Obasi Ekwensi wept with joy. "I can't imagine living anywhere else. I love you, too, Bunny. And I thank you for everything you have done for me, my sweet boy."

Obasi gestured to his body, which previously had been marked with dozens of scars. A few days earlier, Drew, Bunny, and a couple of other staff had spent several hours massaging and kissing every part of his magnificent body.

Drew and Bunny learned that, through the munificence of Tuer Shen, everywhere they kissed or licked Mr. Ekwensi, the scars faded and the skin rejuvenated. They continued licking and kissing over and over and over again, from his scalp to the bottom of his foot and the end of his stump.

The final result was perfectly unblemished skin that was simultaneously deep black and glowing with vitality.

The father and son had held him close and tried to help mitigate the psychic scars their steward carried with him from his time in the Marines. While nothing would erase his experience, they helped him process the trauma and convert it to manageable memories.

Drew and Bunny knew that Tuer Shen could restore Obasi's missing limb, and desired to do so, but they sensed that Obasi needed to maintain the condition he had lived with for the past nine years as part of his identity. Perhaps that would change someday. Probably not.

Bunny kissed away Obasi's tears and asked the steward if they might continue their morning offering by making love to him.

Obasi sighed consent into Tian's mouth as he casually dropped his prosthesis to the ottoman some fourteen feet below.

Marcus and Jaleel descended to the floor and began to examine their bodies. Something felt odd.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, sirs, but I think something happened to us," Jaleel called up to the trio.

Drew, Tian, and Obasi came down to investigate.

As they looked a the footmen, they realized that they were about two inches taller than they had been just a few minutes ago. Marcus was now just slightly taller than Obasi's six-foot, three-inch frame, and Jaleel was just slightly under that mark. Tian grabbed Marcus's and Jaleel's penises, one in each hand, and examined them.

"You need to thank Tuer Shen for his gifts to you," he told the stunned men. Look at your pectorals. I think Bunny has enhanced you there too, as well as your prominent nipples. I thought you were perfect before, but now you are exquisite. And your lower abdominals are cut and much flatter than before."

The husbands looked at each other and then focused on their scrotums and penises, which Tian had massaged to full erections. They were nine inches long and identical to Drew's in size, but still an inch shorter than Tian's, and four inches shorter than Obasi's. Their balls were the size of apricots. Tuer Shen had been thoughtful enough to resize their gold cock rings so as not to strangulate their stunning genitals.

Tian held the men's cocks in the palms of his hands. "Look, dad, they're exactly like yours. Bunny must really like this model."

Drew and Obasi laughed since they were already familiar with Tuer Shen's penchant for enhancing his guests' physiques, but the footmen were still mesmerized.

Obasi turned to his charges. "Gentlemen, your ultimate benefactor has seen fit to give you these splendid bodies. I am sure that he would appreciate it if you could bring yourselves to keep them on display at all times that you are on duty. If you feel uncomfortable doing so, we will understand."

Both men looked suddenly stricken as they began to ejaculate onto Tian's abdomen as the teen kept massaging their cocks. The orgasm subsided after about a dozen substantial volleys. Tian knelt, quickly joined by his father as they sucked each cock clean.

Jaleel found his voice first. "Mister Ekwensi, I think my husband and I agree to remain naked at all times. It's the least we can do to thank Tuer Shen for these transformations. Would we be shirking our duties if we asked permission to make love again to offer our orgasms to Tuer Shen in gratitude? Any or all of you are welcome to join us."

All five men smiled. Obasi was the first to float upward, signaling his invitation to the others.

This is the first in a continuation of the series Rabbit Hole. Unlike that series, Warren Hill will be more of vignettes in the lives of the characters rather than one plotline.
Thanks to the readers who asked me to continue. I hope you continue to find these stories entertaining.