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.
The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.
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Life at Warren Hill
Drew relished the idea of a leisurely morning. He wasn't expected in the office until after ten o'clock, so he was in no hurry to get ready.
He had already joined his son, Bunny, and several other Warren Hill staffers for an early-morning workout in the basement gym with Mike Mitchell, Drew's former high school friend, and now Warren Hill's trainer.
Carl Swann, the grooming valet, had spent some time hurriedly getting Bunny and Tim ready to join Marcus for their run to the National Guard base, then on to Hulstlander Academy. They should both be busy by this time, attending the opening of fall sports tryouts and practices.
Drew was still fairly crusted in dozens of loads from the morning's orgy and giddy celebration of House Steward Obasi Ekwensi's restored foot. But he had decided to get in a little piano practice before showering and getting ready for work.
He stood up from the piano at the entrance to the main reception room, where he was practicing György Ligeti's L'escalier du Diable (The Devil's Staircase) Etude 13. He would never have dreamed about taking on such a difficult piece, but it seemed suddenly not as formidable as it had a few years ago when he first looked at it. There were still several passages that were a challenge, but he was hopeful that he would master it soon.
He saw husbands Marcus Beck and Jaleel Hawkins in the entrance hall, who had come on duty as morning footmen. Their six-foot-three frames made quite the impression, as did their mounded physiques. Both men smiled at their boss, and he could not help but stop to bid them a good morning.
He shared a leisurely, tongue-filled kiss with each man, conveying to each other their deep affection. Both men were naked this morning, except for Marcus's customary cock ring. Drew noted that he had gotten a larger one to accommodate his penis, which had been expanded by Tuer Shen. Both husbands now sport nine-inch erections.
Drew turned around as he walked toward the stair hall. "Oh, did either Rhys-Bowman or Stratfield talk to you about taking the middle shift tomorrow? Yu-Jin and Yu-Joon have a lunch date with the photography teacher from Hulstlander. I told them we would sort it all out, but I forgot about it."
Jaleel smiled. "We have it taken care of, Drew. Yu-Joon told us about it and asked if we might swap shifts. Of course, I told him, `No.'"
"That's fine, perhaps we'll get a hall boy to fill in," Drew said, trying to mask his disappointment that they couldn't change shifts.
"My gorgeous husband is jerking your chain, Drew," Marcus cut in. "We told them that we wouldn't swap shifts because that would mean they'd have to work early. We wanted them to be rested and have plenty of time to get ready for their date. Jaleel and I are going to work our regular shift, plus half of theirs. Rhys-Bowman will fill in for the other half until Randall and Yeong come on duty for the evening shift."
Both men received additional kisses to thank them for their thoughtfulness. When Drew finished kissing Jaleel, he grabbed his dark brown glutes. "I should spank you for misbehaving," Drew laughed.
"Yes, I think you should," Jaleel agreed as he quickly filled out to a full erection.
Drew laughed at his footman's eagerness to be spanked, and tickled his ass instead, then caressed his erection. "I didn't know that you were into punishment. I certainly can't spank you now – it would only reward bad behavior. What shall I do?"
Jaleel bent down to kiss Drew's nose. "I hate blow jobs. Maybe you can give me one of those?"
Drew laughed out loud. "I'm not as gullible as you are incorrigible, young man. And yet, I love you. Why?"
Jaleel held his boss's face in his hands and brushed his full lips against Drew's. "They way you love us without question or pause says more about your character than it does about any of us. I love you dearly, boss man, and I admire you even more for how willing you are to open your heart. I hope to be like you someday. I really mean it."
The two men embraced and kissed for several moments.
"You're perfect as you are, my precious Mister Hawkins," Drew murmured as he sank to his knees and took Jaleel's nine inches down to the root.
Marcus stepped behind his husband and embraced him as Jaleel groaned in pleasure – a pleasure that all three men felt, thanks to Tuer Shen's auspices. All three were hard in mere seconds, sparkling in their cosmic duality.
Marcus knew what to do with his nine inches as he rubbed his corona in Jaleel's happy valley. Jaleel bent forward slightly to invite his husband home and was rewarded with a beloved cock in his ass and a beloved mouth on his own cock.
Drew moaned with a throat stuffed with a fat cock as he felt Marcus playing with the tits hanging on the granite cliff's edge that is Jaleel's massive chest. Marcus loved it too and felt as if he were playing with – and fucking – himself.
In only two minutes, the husbands were ready to share their orgasm. Drew held himself off, wanting to give all the joy to his two friends. There was no holding them back. Drew pulled back, so only Jaleel's tip was in his mouth as he tickled his ascending balls.
They yelled out in perfect unison as Marcus jetted into Jaleel, who jetted into Drew's mouth six times before their ecstasy dimmed.
Drew stilled himself on the sensitive cock. Marcus did the same inside his husband's cherished ass.
Three minutes later, Drew rose to his feet, his eleven-inch erection pointing straight up and drizzling with precum.
Jaleel bent down to suck is boos, but Drew grabbed his face and kissed him. "I'm going to save this as a present for Carl. Do you think he'll like it?"
"Who wouldn't," laughed Jaleel. Marcus nodded in agreement.
Carl Walked through the stair hall with his own nine inches standing at full attention, which was not unusual for him.
Drew smiled. "Speak of the devil!"
Carl looked with a sly smile from Marcus to Jaleel, and then to Drew. "Have I missed something?"
Marcus offered, "Drew said that he thought you would know what to do with his erection. I have my doubts. I think that I should take care of it for him."
Carl wrapped Drew in a tight hug. "Oh, my love! I know exactly what needs to be done. Have no fear. But first, I must kiss your handsome face and taste your mouth. Whose cum is in it now?
"Mine," Jaleel boasted, looking as if he had won a lottery to be able to cum into Drew's mouth.
Carl hadn't bothered to wait for an answer. Whosever cum it was would be enjoyed by him. He brought his mouth to within a few millimeters of Drew's. "I love you, Drew."
"I love you, too, Carl. Always and forever."
Carl started digging for drops of flavor in Drew's mouth. His tightening grip and groans indicated he found something pleasurable. But he kept searching for more, with Drew's enthusiastic participation.
After about three minutes of quiet but passionate kissing, Carl pulled away from Drew's mouth and spoke. "Thank you, Jaleel, for leaving such a delicious treasure. Of course, everyone's cum tastes better when it's extracted from Drew's mouth. Don't you agree?"
Drew laughed. "Well, I haven't had everyone's cum in my mouth, but I'm doing my best to get there."
Carl took Drew's hand. "Come, my love, I would like to give you a full skin beauty treatment this morning, since you don't have to be at work until later. If we hurry, we'll have time to go slowly. Shall we go downstairs and use one of the massage rooms?"
"I think I would rather do it in the wet room," Drew said, laughing at Carl's turn of phrase. "I want people to be able to see how lucky I am to have a magnificent man like you love me. Will you also give me a facial?
Carl stopped for a moment, stunned by the idea that the master of Warren Hill would consider himself the lucky one. He started up again, leading Drew into the glass-walled master wet room, which is visible from the front door, entry hall, stair hall, and cross hall.
The valet felt a change in Drew's grip. He turned to see that Drew had decided to float on his back in mid-air, the position he would remain in for his skin treatment. Carl smiled at how relaxed Drew was: he had a pleasant smile on his face with his eyes closed. His hair, which was crusted with many loads of cum, hung down in matted draggles. His eleven-inch erection sat on his stomach, waiting for attention.
Once in the wet room, Carl allowed Drew to float free as he gathered his supplies and slowly ran warm water from a wall-mounted faucet into a porcelain basin. He added just three drops of a eucalyptus cleanser.
Drew remained quiet with his eyes closed. He trusted Carl completely and didn't feel the need to try to anticipate what he was going to do.
Carl brought a soft cloth he had soaked in the basin to Drew's face, wiping with care and unspeakable affection.
"I love you, Carl. Thank you for everything you do for us," Drew whispered when Carl was done with his face and had moved on to his neck and ears.
"I would walk through a field of molten shards of glass to be close to you, Mister Tarnow."
"I hope that won't ever be necessary because I don't doubt you for a second, Mister Swann."
Drew felt one of the softest kisses he ever experienced touch his smiling lips. In an instant, it was gone. Carl washed Drew's shoulders and the top of his chest, then went to get fresh warm water.
When he returned, he washed Drew's arms with a sensuous deliberateness that almost brought Drew to an orgasm. After the valet was done with each arm, Drew let it float above his head so that Carl had easy access to his hairless underarms.
Before the underarms were washed, they were each given a gentle tongue bath. "No use letting all that gourmet flavor go to waste," Carl joked.
Another refresh of the washbasin brought Carl floating above Drew, with the basin floating to his side. He hadn't thought about trying to direct an inanimate object to float, but he wasn't surprised he could.
He brought every inch of his body that he could maneuver into contact with Drew's, and washed Drew's back with a tender embrace. The two men had their cheeks pressed against each other. Carl was subtlely massaging Drew's penis with his own.
"Carl?"
"Yes, my love?"
"What did it feel like to fall in love with Marcus last night? Did you ever think that you would get married?"
"Oh!" Carl grunted as he came on Drew's cock and abdomen. It took him a few moments of huffing through a half-dozen ejaculations to be able to speak.
"As soon as I saw him, I felt as if I were home. It wasn't fireworks and shouts of acclamation. It was ... belonging. Russ and Mitch felt it too. Tim had been falling in love with Marcus through most of last year, but we didn't understand it until last night.
"It's strange, I think," Carl continued. "It's almost exactly the way I feel around you, but it's different with Marcus. With you, I feel as if I can be completely myself, and that you can be yourself around me. It's the same with Marcus, but there's an additional feeling that we are creating a family. Our love is more than the five of us. Am I making sense?"
Drew turned to offer his mouth to Carl. After a minute of osculation, Drew said, "I think I understand. Maybe it's the same way I feel when I'm with Bunny. We are a father and son, but we also love each other like lovers and partners. Every time we make love, it feels as if we are buttressing our familial bond."
"Carl?"
"Yes, my love."
"I'm happy for you."
Carl tightened his embrace around Drew but did not move to kiss or stroke him. They just floated free together, exchanging silent love for several minutes.
Several staff members wandered passed the wet room and looked admiringly at the loving couple. A few groundsmen were outside, arranging the patio furniture after cleaning it, and had an unobstructed view through the opened double doors into the wet room. They all smiled in appreciation for the honor of witnessing such a beautiful exchange of love between two men.
Drew's back and ass were finally washed, but Carl didn't do anything with Drew's anus – yet. Instead, he moved to Drew's chest and abdomen with tender attention. He picked up the eleven inches of solid manhood and wrapped it in the soft, warm cloth. He did not move the cloth but merely patted the beautiful penis.
Drew remained with his eyes closed and his arms over his head, inviting Carl to do anything he desired.
Carl wrapped Drew's penis three more times before pulling back his foreskin so he could clean around the corona with a small soft sponge. He did that twice. When he was satisfied, he wrapped it in a dry microfiber cloth and held it, feeling it pulse within his hand.
Carl discarded the towel and examined the penis up close. He assured himself that it was sufficiently cleaned. He held it gingerly in both his hands and brought his lips to the frenulum to touch it with the merest pressure before making a slight smacking sound with his lips and replacing the foreskin to its resting position – as close as it could get with Drew still firmly erect.
The lasered-smooth testicles received similar treatment. After he patted each one dry, it also received a kiss.
Next came the legs. Carl relished the massive muscularity of Drew's thighs: he made sure to spread his hand wide to feel the muscles through the washcloth. Drew almost unconsciously spread his legs to give Carl easy reach to all his nooks and crannies.
Drew's feet had been given the royal pedicure treatment the previous day, so they did not require any special procedures or extra time. Each toe had to receive a kiss, of course.
Carl stood, grabbed Drew's big toe, and towed him out of the wet room. Drew didn't have to ask where they were going. He maintained his posture and his quiet, pleased countenance.
They arrived in the bathroom, where Carl parked Drew near one of two toilets placed side by side. He took a water wand off its wall rest and started a slow flow. After half a minute, Carl was satisfied with the temperature and flow rate.
He pushed a button to pause the flow and dipped two fingers into a small pot of coconut oil cream. With his left hand, Carl guided Drew into a sitting position but rotated him a little bit forward.
Drew finally opened his eyes and smiled at his friend. "You know that you don't have to do this."
Carl kissed Drew. "I know."
He traced a lubed finger around Drew's anus before inserting both of them just an inch. He took the wand and slid it into Drew's anus before turning the flow back on.
"Tell me when," Carl whispered. He knew that Drew wouldn't have to say anything. The two kissed as Drew's rectum was slowly filled. About a minute later, Carl felt Drew tighten his lips.
Carl pressed the button and held the water wand as Drew expelled it. The valet then washed the wand and rinsed it, readying it for round two.
Then he went back to Drew to guide him to the toilet. As Drew sat, Carl rubbed his belly in a clockwise direction with steady pressure, sliding his hand under Drew's persistent erection.
The two men maintained eye contact, reading each other's cues. After three or four minutes, Drew gave an almost imperceptible nod. Carl stilled his left hand, pressing lightly on Drew's lower abdomen, the back of his hand being tapped by Drew's solid penis. He reached with his right hand to operate the controls of the high-tech toilet, turning on the air filter.
Drew sighed as he emptied out. It was mostly cum. Carl could feel Drew's guts relaxing, and the peristaltic movement of his bowels. He savored this intimate connection with his beloved boss as their gazes fixed on each other once again. He would have never thought that administering an enema to another man would become his favorite part of the day, but it had.
Carl turned on the toilet's bidet cycle. He didn't bother with the air dry cycle, opting instead to pat Drew's rock-hard bottom dry with a soft microfiber cloth.
They repeated the rectal rinsing twice more. After the third rinse, Carl inserted a bulb enema into Drew filled with a very lightly flavored and scented vanilla solution. He used just enough fluid to coat Drew's insides, but not fill him up.
Carl kissed Drew once more as his boss let the surplus fluid drain from him. After he patted Drew dry, he announced, "Time for a taste test."
Carl pulled Drew up by his hand, the latter floating in a more or less doggy style posture, with his ass hovering before Carl's face. The grooming valet licked around the hairless anus as he slowly walked out of the bathroom toward the salon. As they entered the cross hall, Carl's tongue penetrated into Drew's ass, much to both their delight.
Carl kept tongue-fucking his boss for a minute or two when they were in the salon. He reluctantly withdrew his tongue from the anus and guided Drew into a reclining position in one of the two salon chairs so he could get to work on his facial treatment and hair.
"I hope you don't mind, Drew, but I've asked for some assistance with your facial this morning. I wanted to make it extra special."
Drew smiled. "Whatever you think best, my love."
Obasi Ekwensi walked into the salon, still getting used to using his restored foot. The jet black skin on his six-foot-four-inch muscular naked body glistened in the lights of the salon.
"My love!" Drew exclaimed. "This will be extra special indeed."
Oba bent down first to kiss Carl, then to share a kiss with Drew. All three sparkled as a warm breeze wafted through the room. When their kiss ended, Drew asked, "May I get you started, my love?"
Oba smiled and offered Drew his tumescent penis. Drew's supernatural oral skills quickly brought Oba to his full thirteen inches of throbbing erection. Drew then turned to Carl, who had never lost his own nine-inch erection, to bring him closer to being able to dispense the face cream.
Oba and Carl stood on either side of the salon chair with a hand on the other's shoulder as they masturbated themselves over Drew's face. Drew did not want to manipulate the situation, but he trusted that Tuer Shen, the Rabbit God, would assist in bringing these men to a productive climax simultaneously.
It took only another minute for them to sail on the horizon of bliss. They did their best to ejaculate quietly, wanting this to be a soothing and relaxing experience for their boss.
By the time Carl finished his eight ejaculations, and Oba his ten, Drew's face was running over with cum. It ran into his hairline as he lay back in the chair, some of it running into the sink.
Now for the treatment. Carl nodded to Oba. The two men ever so slowly massaged Drew's face with their sloppy wet penises. One followed the other in massaging a part of Drew's face with his still-erect penis, ensuring that both their beneficial offerings were covering every part of their boss's face.
Carl slowly dragged the tip of his cock down the bridge of Drew's nose. Oba followed suit. Drew was almost overwhelmed with love. He cherished this giving act almost more than intercourse.
For ten minutes, Drew's face was painted and repainted with Carl and Oba's cum. Nobody spoke. The two penises moved in a slow, ritualistic manner. There was to be no hurrying or shortchanging any part of their friend's face.
Drew pursed his lips slightly as Oba's corona and exposed piss slit slid across his mouth, floating on a viscous bed of cum. Carl did the same in the other direction. They repeated that move several times.
Drew felt his lips being rejuvenated, and his entire face feeling refreshed. He wondered if it were just his imagination, but he knew that these men, with the help of Tuer Shen, were loving him as best they knew how, and that there would be a physical manifestation left behind.
He kept his eyes closed since they had already painted his eyelids with beautifying cum, but he reached out his hands. His two friends each took one. Drew brought them to his mounded chest and sighed in contentment.
Drew could hear his two friends kiss as they continued to hold his hands and lovingly caress his face with the tips of their penises.
The only thing that could possibly make this morning better would be to have Bunny with him.
Oba and Carl had completed their work. They continued to kiss each other, and they let the tips of their beautiful cocks come to rest on Drew's mouth. He had to fight the urge to open wide to take his two friends into himself, but he knew he would be chastised by Carl for ruining the effects of the facial.
He breathed slowly and deeply through his nose, luxuriating in the combined scent of their cum and their cocks.
After another minute or so, the penises lost touch with Drew's face, but the men continued to hold his hand.
Soon enough, Carl broke contact with him to prepare the three steamed towels he would use to complete the facial and the products he would use to wash and set Drew's long, dirty-blond hair.
Drew reached up with his now-free hand, searching for Obasi's face. He found it, and guided it to his chest, caressing it with the utmost care as his facemask continued to dry.
Drew felt Oba's waist-length braids drape across his naked torso. He fought the urge to beg his House Steward to make love to him. They had already made love this morning, and it would be inconsiderate to throw off everyone's schedule by being selfish like that.
Was it selfish to share their love? Drew steeled himself against his own urges. How wrong could it be to take just another few minutes to float on the warm pool of selfless, gentle love shared by these three? Why should he deny himself the one thing every man seeks above all else? It's right there for the sharing.
No!
He felt himself shudder with the cold weight of reality. He wanted to cry.
Oba looked at his poor boss. He heard everything that Drew was thinking. The House Steward's large hand caressed Drew's side while he planted butterfly kisses on Drew's chest.
"You know that our love does not respect time or space. We love each other just as much, whether we are physically together or not. I will listen to your heart beating as you sit behind your desk, and I sit behind mine, reviewing the payroll for the staff."
Carl removed the first hot towel from Drew's face. Oba and Drew took advantage of the several seconds it took for the second towel to be placed to look at each other.
"You don't have to think so loudly, Drew. I'm right here," Obasi telepathically told his boss.
"I'm right here, too, guys," Carl joined in the silent conversation with a laugh.
"Can you both read my mind now," Drew wondered. It suddenly dawned on him that he could read theirs too.
"Just ask him, dad," Bunny chimed in from school, where he was fucking the rugby coach in front of the team. "All he can do is say, `No.'"
"Ask who what?" Drew mused.
"Ask Oba if he would like to marry us," Bunny replied instantly. You've been pondering it for days, even though you are trying to hide it from yourself. I don't need a marriage certificate to love a man; but, if you want us to marry Mister Ekwensi, I am all for it."
"But, dad," Bunny asked from several miles away. "What if Oba also wants to have a wife. He is pansexual. You and I are homosexual. Would you also want a wife? Would Betty want you for a husband?"
Carl laughed out loud at the thought of Drew, marrying Obasi and Betty. But he was interrupted by Oba's thoughts.
"Anyone – man or woman – would be lucky to call you their husband, Drew, my love. But I don't think I'm ready for marriage. My life has changed dramatically in the past couple of months. I need to assess where I am and where I want to go," Oba continued.
"I love you, Drew. I love you, Carl, I love you, Bunny, almost more than I can fathom. That will be so whether or not we are married. Can we leave it there for now?"
Drew sighed. He hadn't realized how much he loved Obasi Ekwensi until his son pointed it out to him. He was filled with joy, which he shared with both Oba and Carl. He didn't have to share with his son since their mental bond was now constant and unbreakable.
Carl removed the second towel and used a third to pat and dab Drew's face. His complexion was more radiant than Carl had ever seen it.
Drew picked up on his thoughts and told his friends, "That's because two men whom I love completely have given me their love. If the two of you would just spend your days rubbing your hard cummy dicks all over my face, I would be the most handsome man in the world."
"Too late. You already are the most handsome man in the world," Said Siddhartha Rigvedi from the doorway to the salon. The forty-two-year-old wardrobe valet and tailor wore a sheer ruby red sarong that brought out the richness of his golden-brown Brahmin complexion.
Sid entered the room and the conversation. Drew enjoyed watching him walk. He always looked as if he were posing for a bodybuilding contest even when he was standing at ease.
Carl and Oba growled into Drew's mind, mocking his incessant horniness and admiration of male physiques.Neither man could dispute the attractiveness of Sid's body or the kindness of his soul.
Drew smiled at Carl, silently asking for one more kiss. He was rewarded with a few seconds of gentle love.
"Are you ready to release me back to the assembly line," Drew joked. "You're expected to produce at least one respectable-looking working man every day."
Carl returned the beauty salon chair to its upright position. "It's more difficult than it sounds, given the shoddy components we're given to work with."
Drew stood and kissed Carl one last time – for real this time. "I wish I could quit you."
He turned to Obasi and smiled up at the tall man's handsome dark face, feeling a flutter just like every time he sees his beloved House Steward.
They kissed for a few seconds, silently exchanging professions of love. Drew was tempted to taste Oba's mouth just one more time – just one more for real this time, but he steeled himself for the pain of separation from his friend.
Sid put out his hand as Drew approached, and the two exited the salon holding hands like lovers on a peaceful stroll.
"What will you have me wear today, my love?"
Sid smiled at his employer-lover-friend. "It's Casual Friday, so I picked out something with a simple silhouette."
Drew felt totally relaxed while walking naked and half-erect through the house, holding hands with his valet. He trusted Sid's taste and his uncanny ability to anticipate Drew's moods for how he wanted to present himself to the world.
They entered the master bedroom where Sid released Drew's hand to retrieve today's outfit from the valet stand: an Orttu ensemble in coral pink consisting of a pair of "Miami" drop-crotch pants and a matching skinny-fit sports coat.
There was a long, narrow sheer silk scarf hanging on the rack. It appeared to be handpainted with muted pansy blossoms.
"I love the color, Sid. What shirt should I wear," Drew enquired.
"No shirt is necessary with this. It's `Casual Friday,' after all," Sid replied. "Besides, I'm going to tie this scarf into a pussy-bow-style lavallière, so that you won't feel naked when you take off the sportcoat."
"I like feeling naked," Drew joked.
"You like being naked," Sid correctly observed.
"You've got me there, my love."
Sid gathered up his sarong and crouched to help Drew step into the pants. The jersey material was stretchy, but the pants were tight around Drew's calves and bunched at his ankles with small slits at the outside hem. The legs loosened as the dropped crotch hung about eight inches below normal. Sid didn't have to worry about which leg to run Drew's cock into since there was enough room to allow it to hang wherever it pleased.
Drew still had a tumescent cock, so the thin jersey tented out when Sid fastened the zipper and banded waist. There were no loops to wear a belt.
Sid had adjusted the pants so that they fit snugly around the waist and hugged the top of Drew's mounded ass but were loose enough in the front to allow the double pleats to drape naturally. He also, of course, cut out the front pockets so that the line of the fabric wouldn't be interrupted by pocket linings. The pants had no rear pockets, so there was no concern about muddying the view of Drew's ass.
"Do you think my erection will be a problem, Sid?"
"Your erection is never a problem. It is sometimes a challenge, but never a problem," Sid half-joked as he stood and retrieved the scarf.
"You're sweet, my love. But I mean, will it be a problem with this outfit? I have a feeling I am going to have an erection off-and-on all day today."
"You look magnificent with our without clothes, with or without an erection. I seriously can't imagine anyone finding you anything except beautiful. Nobody will find any `problem' with you in this outfit."
Drew kissed Sid. "I think you are prejudiced, my love."
"Proudly so," Sid answered after another kiss.
Sid moved to put the scarf around Drew's neck. Carl stepped forward to hold Drew's hair and to protect his styling efforts. Sid glanced at Carl's full-blown erection. "Now that erection is always a problem," Sid joked.
Carl laughed too. "This `problem' has a solution. Its name is Siddhartha Rigvedi. I look forward to solving my problem very soon."
Sid kissed his fellow valet. "Patience, my love. You can spend all the time you want solving your problem after we get Drew suitably dressed and on his way."
Drew's heart melted as he watched his grooming and wardrobe valets kiss. "I love the two of you so much. Sid, would you help give me a facial next time? I'd love to feel your penis massaging cum onto my face. I'd love to feel your penis anywhere you'd like to put it."
"Gladly, my love," Sid answered. All three men were erect. Even the loose crotch in Drew's pants could hardly contain his eleven-inch dragon.
Sid regained his composure and tied the scarf into a perfect lavallière, with its tails hanging purposely uneven slightly below the waistline of his pants. He assisted Drew in slipping on the jacket, tugging it tight around his muscular torso to close the single button. It fit snugly, but not enough to deform the lines of the jacket.
Sid pulled the bow tails out of the jacket so that they could float free. Carl released Drew's hair and used his fingers to adjust his long blond waves.
"Perfection," both men proclaimed in unison.
"Delusional," Drew responded, self-deprecatingly. He kissed both men one more time – once more for real this time. He felt the tingle of the Garden of the Western Wind as he shared his soul with two of his loves.
Drew walked out of the bedroom, across the cross hall, and into the Stair Hall, with both valets following.
"Will the two of you do me a favor," Drew asked.
"Of course," Sid and Carl answered.
"When you make love, will you do it here and offer it to Tuer Shen? Will you also think of me while you are offering your love to each other? I will feel it and be part of your joining if you would like that."
Both valets smiled. "I think both Carl and I would be honored to offer our love on your behalf to our munificent patron," Sid proclaimed.
Carl added, "And your sharing it with us will make it all that much better."
"Thank you, my loves," Drew said, kissing each one for one last time – really for real this time.
Drew walked to the Entrance Hall to meet Jaleel, who would accompany him to the office this morning. Jaleel smiled at the nearly foot-long tent in Drew's pink pants. Jaleel's own uncovered erection came to life as he pulled on his cotton gloves and picked up the briefcase of the day: a turquoise Gucci patent leather bag that exactly matched Drew's loafers.
Drew greeted his footman with a kiss.
"Good morning, Drew. We are ready to depart when you are," Jaleel enthused.
"I am ready. Let's make it a good day."
Drew walked out to his waiting car with Jaleel by his side. This time Jaleel did not forget to kiss his husband goodbye, so Drew didn't have to chastise him. Instead, he smiled approvingly at the two men shimmering as they shared their love.
"It's already a good day," Drew thought to himself. Carl, Sid, Jaleel, Marcus, and Bunny all heard his thoughts and agreed with him. He smiled as the car door closed behind him.