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.

Life at Warren Hill

Chapter Nine

 

 

"More."

"More?"

"Yes, please."

"I'm not sure."

"I can take it."

"I know that, Bunny," laughed Carl Swann, the grooming valet. "You've never had trouble taking anything I've given you. But there can be such a thing as too much."

Bunny laughed too. "I'm unfamiliar with the concept. Can you explain it, please?"

Carl held up a mirror behind Bunny's head so that he could see the array of tiny white baby's breath and pink wax flowers he had woven into the teen's curly blond locks.

Bunny sat in the small salon down the hall from his bedroom and smiled as he looked into the multiple mirrors to see his ringlets from every angle. Perhaps Carl was correct: those were just the right amount of flowers to look whimsical, but not so much that he looked like a stray from a bad production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

"I apologize, Carl. You were right, as usual. I promise not to second-guess you for at least the next hour."

Both men laughed again as the naked thirty-seven-year-old valet put the finishing touches on the naked fifteen-year-old's hair in preparation for the dinner party tonight.

Carl had previously spent almost an hour with Bunny in the master shower giving the lad a complete body shave. Bunny was frustrated that his dad wouldn't let him get laser hair removal, but finally, he decided that both he and Carl enjoyed the shaving process too much to make it obsolete.

Carl loved having exclusive access to Bunny's extraordinary body as the teen floated mid-air in the wet room. Bunny also loved the tenderness with which Carl ran his fingers, lips, and tongue around every inch of Bunny's skin to certify a successful shaving job.

Bunny would sometimes tease Carl, asking him to double-check his scrotum, or underarms, asking, "Are you sure you got it all there? I think I feel something. Perhaps you should check again?"

Both men played the game, pretending there was an actual need. Both men fell more in love each time. Neither one of them minded that the master shower was in a wet room completely surrounded by glass walls. They could be seen by anyone in the cross hall, stair hall, entrance hall, or even coming in through the front doors. They were comfortable having their intimacy observed by anyone who cared to look.

Drew walked into the salon, wearing nothing but a towel around his head. "Oh, sweet baby, you look terrific with those flowers in your hair. Betty and Marcus are going to love you instantly. Do you think I should get some floral enhancement, too, Carl?"

"Already on it, Drew," Carl declared as he pointed to sprigs of lavender and a small Chinese lilly on the nearby counter.

Bunny mockingly chided his father, "You should know better than to second-guess Carl, dad. When will you ever learn? I would never do such a thing." He rolled his eyes for comic emphasis.

Carl shot Bunny a sideways glance before patting him on the chest with a wink.

"Oh, that reminds me," Carl proclaimed as he picked up a small round cosmetic container. "Just a little highlight here," he said as he circled Bunny's left nipple with a light coat of matte balm, "And here," as he repeated on the right. "That's just enough to help your areolas stand out a bit. And it's berry flavored too, so there's that."

Carl blotted both nipples with tissue paper to make sure there was just the barest hint of the gloss left.

Bunny stood and looked at himself in the far wall of the salon, which was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "What do you guys think? Am I presentable?"

The looks on both Carl and Drew's faces told him the answer.

"I'd do you," Carl blurted out.

"You already do me," Bunny retorted.

"I'd do you twice," Carl tried again.

"Like yesterday?" Bunny shot back.

"Stop being so thirsty for compliments. You're pretty. You're hot. You're pretty hot. There, are you happy?"

Bunny laughed. "I am happy, Carl. Thank you." Bunny turned and gave Carl a peck on the cheek. "I love you, my friend, even when you're not flattering me."

"I love you, too, Bunny. Always," Carl replied with more emotion than he intended.

Bunny saw the depth of love Carl expressed in his eyes and kissed him briefly on the lips. "Always, and forever."

Drew stood with his hands on his hips. "Can I get some attention around here? I'm thirsty for compliments too. Besides, Bunny, Sid is ready to dress you for tonight."

Bunny looked confused. "Dress me? I don't wear clothing. I don't intend to start tonight."

"It's not clothing, sweet baby. Just go see what he's suggesting while Carl works his magic on me."

"No magic required, Drew. You're just as pretty as your son. All I have to do is get out of the way," Carl said as he removed the towel and began tending to Drew's damp long hair.

Bunny made his way down the cross hall to the master bedroom, where Siddhartha Rigvedi was waiting for him. The forty-two-year-old Brahmin bodybuilder was wearing one of his signature sarongs, this time with the knot centered over his crotch. The translucent material had short gold fringe on the edges, sparkling in the large bedroom.

"Hi, Sid," Bunny offered. "Dad said that you had a suggestion for something for me to put on for tonight? I have to say that I am a little bit confused."

Sid smiled and unconsciously pushed a lock of his thick straight black hair away from his face. "Yes, Bunny. When Carl told me what he was planning for your hair, I thought this piece from our collection would go nicely with your coiffure."

He held up a gold chain harness that had three medallions on it. Bunny scrutinized it, but could not quite figure out how he would wear it. "Let's try it on and see what it looks like."

"So, you don't mind," Sid enquired.

"I don't like wearing clothing, Sid, but I'm willing to try jewelry. It might be fun," Bunny said with his most encouraging smile.

Sid brought the largest loop of chain over Bunny's head, and then fastened the clasp of the choker section, careful not to disturb the delicate flowers Carl had woven through the curls.

The harness consisted of a three-quarter-inch triple braid choker in twenty-two-karat gold. It had a pink diamond pave peony medallion in the front. An identical triple braid chain descended down Bunny's chest from the medallion to just below his sternum, where another peony medallion joined it to the two ends of a link chain which wrapped loosely backward around his ribs and hung with a third pink pave peony medallion just a couple of inches above Bunny's venerable ass cleavage.

Sid stood back to allow Bunny an unobstructed view of himself in the mirror. The teen's face was inscrutable as he turned this way and that, running his fingers along the chain.

"I'm not sure, Sid," Bunny said.

"Of course, Bunny, I'll get it off you right away," Sid said apologetically.

"It's just that, I think there should be more to it if I'm going to wear it. Like, maybe something else to hang from this flower here, or something. Do you see what I mean?"

"Oh," Sid said, stopping in his tracks. "There are many accoutrements we can add to it. This is the basic harness. We can add more chains around your ribs, a tassel on your chest. There are also shoulder pieces if you want chains on one or both of your shoulders. And I have a three-part cockring that can be worn alone, or with other chains attaching it to the harness, or dangling from your penis as a decoration."

Bunny smiled. "Well, Sid, why didn't you say so? You've been holding out on me."

"I didn't want to overwhelm you by putting too much on your body. I wasn't sure whether there would be an allergic reaction," joked the valet.

"Good point," Bunny laughed along. "I don't think I want a lot more. Let's try something hanging from the medallion here, and I want to try one the cockring. Once I have that on, maybe I'll decide to add some other dangly bits or other chains."

Sid attached a four-inch gold tassel comprised of dozens of tiny gold chains. Bunny liked the way it tickled him when he moved. Since he liked that, the valet put an identical tassel on the medallion in the back. It hung down into Bunny's crack a bit and tickled him there too. Tian smiled his approval.

Sid held up the cockring for Bunny's inspection. He got another smile and a nod. There was no question that Sid would put it on for the teen: that was understood to be part of his job. He had been told to touch any part of Drew or Bunny necessary to dress them. There was no need for explicit permission each time.

Sid knelt and slicked Bunny's balls and cock with a water-based lubricant to make it easier to slip on the plain gold interconnected rings. Bunny stood with his feet apart to allow Sid to slip the main ring onto his penis and then pull each ball through its own ring. He dabbed the excess lubricant off Bunny, and gingerly wiped the rings with a fine jewelry cloth.

Since Sid approached the task with his usual professionalism, there was only a minor amount of plumping in Bunny's penis. Sid stood and moved out of the way once again. Bunny liked what he saw. "What do you think, Sid? Should I put something more on the cockring?"

"I don't think so, Bunny," Sid said after looking at Bunny's cock for several moments. "There's a matching tassel that we could hang from between your balls, but I think your own exceptional `tassel' is decoration enough. The only thing I might add would be the anklets with chains that go over your instep and attach to a toe ring."

"Thank you, Sid. I like my tassel too. Let's do the feet. But, if we do that, are there matching ones for my hands?"

"As a matter of fact, there a few choices for your hands, from a simple bracelet, a single chain from a bracelet to your ring finger, four chains on four rings, or even gold chainmaille fingerless gloves," Sid said with growing excitement. He didn't think he would ever get the chance to dress Bunny. Now that he had Bunny engaged, he was hopeful that he could show him the fun to be had in playing dress-up.

Bunny smiled at his dresser's enthusiasm. "Let's go with the second option: the four chains. But I think I want that only on my left hand. Do you think that would look stupid?"

"No," Sid replied quickly. "I think the asymmetrical look will work nicely. We could put something on the right to balance it, like a cuff on your right wrist, or a band at your bicep, but that might detract from the harness. Let's just leave your right arm unadorned."

The two agreed. Bunny's "outfit" was completed in just a few minutes. Bunny took a step back from Sid and asked, "Well, what do you think?"

"I think I want you to grab me by the ears and skull fuck me," Sid blurted out.

"So, no different, then?" Bunny joked.

Sid chuckled through his blush. He looked at Bunny from all angles. He shortened the chain going around to Bunny's back a little bit so that the tassel wouldn't fall quite so far into his butt cleavage. "I think that will make sitting a little more comfortable."

"Oh, yes. Thank you. I hadn't given that any consideration," agreed Bunny.

Drew walked into the room as Sid made some final adjustments. The sides of his hair were twisted and pulled back in a loose knot where Carl tucked the lily. Sprigs of lavender hung from under the knot. He looked a little bit like a hippy, but both Bunny and Sid thought he looked sexy too.

Bunny posed for his dad's inspection. After a few twirls, Drew declared, "I want you to grab me by the ears and skull fuck me."

Bunny and Sid chortled. "What?" asked Drew.

"Sid said the exact same thing to me just a few minutes ago," Bunny said. "I have a feeling I'm going to be skull fucking someone tonight."

"Me! Me! Pick me," Sid exclaimed while jumping and laughing.

"If only I could find a willing partner," Bunny quipped.

As the three men's laughter quieted, Drew asked, "Do you have some jewelry that I might wear?"

"As a matter of fact," started Sid as he moved to the dresser to pick up a chainmaille and emerald chest piece to show to Drew. "There are also matching bracelets which you can wear on your wrists or ankles. I like the way the color of these emeralds complements the orange lily and lavender flowers."

Carl entered the room to join the fun. "Sid, those emeralds are exactly the right brilliance and saturation to go with the flowers. I don't know how you do it."

"It's a trade secret," Sid replied, winking.

Carl lifted Drew's treses out of the way as Sid installed the necklace, adjusting the chain so that the two-hundred-thirty-carat main emerald hung between Drew's beautifully muscular pectorals.

The emerald was octagonal and had a large "table" on which was carved a Chinese lily that looked exactly like the one in Drew's hair. There were three twenty-eight-carat heart-shaped emeralds hanging in the scallops of the chainmaille going up either side of the collar.

Bunny looked at his father, examining the lily in his hair, then the lily carved into the emerald. He turned to Sid. "Trade secret?"

Carl laughed. "No secret. Pick the jewelry, then find the flower to match. We have a few dozen rejected lilies in the chiller in the cutting shed."

"Traitor!" yelled Sid with a smile.

"Well, I don't care who started with what. The result is wonderful. I can't wait to lick that emerald as it hangs over my face while you make love to me," Bunny said.

"I thought you were going to skull fuck me," whined Drew.

"I thought you were going to skull fuck me," added Sid.

"Oh dear, I hope I haven't promised more than I can deliver," Bunny teased.

Drew kissed his son on the lips. "I am confident that you will deliver everything you've promised and more, sweet baby. Just take your time and be careful not to throw out your back."

Tian bit his dad's nose and slapped his ass. Then rubbed it to soothe the sting – and also because he loves to rub his dad's ass. Tian and Drew resumed kissing, careful not to muss each other's hair.

They separated, and Bunny looked lovingly at his father. "Dad, are you wearing eye shadow?"

Carl interjected. "Isn't it perfect? I thought just a hint of the orange from the lilly to accent the green of the emeralds. It's almost unnoticeable unless you look for it."

"I like it, dad. Carl, do you think I would look good with some pink to bring out the wax flowers in my hair."

Carl didn't hesitate in his response. "Bunny, you would look good with or without eye shadow, flowers, jewelry, or anything else. You can't help but look good."

Bunny kissed the grooming valet. "Thank you, Carl. I question your objectivity, but never your love. Never doubt my love for you, sweet man."

Carl swooned. Before he could go too far, Bunny followed up, "Now, answer the damn question."

Carl kissed the teen once again. "I think we could go two ways: a subtle pink to bring out the flowers and pink diamonds, or, we could go a little bolder and try a shiny gold."

Bunny smiled.

Drew interjected with a chuckle, "You had him at `bolder.'"

Bunny nodded. "Gold, please," as he took Carl's hand to walk back to the salon.

Drew turned to Sid. "I don't think I realized how deeply Carl has fallen in love with Bunny until just now. It's beautiful to see, isn't it?"

Sid nodded. "We are all in love with both of you, Drew."

Drew looked down to see Sid's penis pushing out the knot on his sarong, and thought that Sid's lust for being skull-fucked by Bunny was talking. But then he looked into Sid's eyes and found tenderness and love, not lust.

He smiled at his valet. "I don't understand how we got so lucky to have all of you in our lives. I promise to work every day to deserve your faith and trust in me."

Drew kissed Sid, their tongues alternately visiting each other's mouths. It was a slow and comfortable kiss with nothing to prove. It was a kiss of generosity, not need. It was love.

When their kiss ended, they stood quietly luxuriating in each other's gaze. They had come from different kinds of families in very different circumstances on different continents, but all they saw in each other was love and friendship that would not be questioned or shaken.

The moment was interrupted as Drew spotted Duncan Rhys-Bowman, Warren Hill's under butler, walking into the bedroom.

The thirty-eight-year-old man walked with a lilt in his velvet slippers, which was his only garb aside from a sterling silver cockring. Duncan always looked happy, as if he'd just opened an unexpected present. His short, straight brown hair was perfectly combed. He had just shaved but still had stubble which, Drew thought, added character and sex appeal to his face. He was very fit and trim, but not thickly muscled. His five-inch flaccid cock somehow did not move very much as he walked.

"Excuse me, sir, but our guests have just arrived at the gate," Rhys-Bowman said in an upper-crust British accent that had just a hint of an Irish brogue left in it. Drew thought it was cute how his sentences always seemed to end with a soft, rising glissando. On anyone else, it would have been annoying.

"Thank you, Rhys-Bowman. I'll fetch Bunny, and we'll be right out to greet them," Drew said.

"No need, sir," Rhys-Bowman replied. "Yeong has gone to the salon to inform master Bunny," Rhys-Bowman declared, referring to Yeong Gureng, the twenty-seven-year-old First Footman who typically works the evening shift with Randall Moore, his twenty-three-year-old protegee.

"Very well, Rhys-Bowman, thank you. What about our other guests," Drew asked.

"They are all waiting in the entrance, sir," Rhys-Bowman lilted.

"'Sir?' Again and again, `Sir?'" Drew asked in admonition.

"I am sorry. They are waiting in the entrance, Pooky Boo-Boo Bear," Rhys-Bowman shot back with his trademark glissando.

Drew guffawed and clapped Rhys-Bowman on the shoulder. "That's more like it."

Drew continued laughing as he walked out of the bedroom to meet Bunny in the cross hall. "Oh, Rhys-Bowman, please tell everyone to keep their feet on the ground tonight unless I indicate otherwise. I don't want to overwhelm our guests or make them uncomfortable in any way."

"Of course, Boo-Boo," Rhys-Bowman called over his shoulder as he went to meet those waiting in the entrance hall.

Bunny and Yeong walked down the cross hall to meet Drew. Drew admired the First Footman, who wore his traditional aboriginal white body paint, consisting of a stripe down his forehead and nose, bands around his biceps, and two stripes on each side of his torso, following the curve of his ribs.

The paint contrasted brilliantly against his earthen brown skin. Yeong was tall, fit, and handsome, as a footman must be. He had a round head and showed his wide smile easily once Drew convinced Stratfield, the butler, to instruct his staff that they don't have to look constipated all the time.

He was smiling now. Drew supposed that he and Bunny had shared a joke in the salon. But, as the couple approached, Drew saw that Bunny's hand was on Yeong's ass. A closer inspection revealed that one of Bunny's fingers was either ticking or inserted into the footman's anus. That would make anyone smile, Drew thought. Bunny read his mind and shared that he and Yeong often engaged in surreptitious butt play. They both made a game of it.

Bunny gave Yeong a soft kiss on his broad lips as he pulled his finger out of the anus and licked it. He then kissed his father to offer him a taste of Yeong's ass. They both savored it until it dissipated.

Yeong hurried to the front entrance to open car doors and greet the arriving guests while Rhys-Bowman lined up those Warren Hill staffers who were also attending as guests.

The early morning footmen, Jaleel Hawkins and his husband Marcus Beck, the latter of whom Betty had a crush on, were first, followed by the midday footmen, brothers Yu-Jin and Yu-Joon Bok, the latter of whom Betty also admired. Since they were all off-duty and attending as guests, they were all completely naked except for Marcus's trademark cockring.

Next were the chief driver Russ Swann and his son Tim, both of whom Drew and Tian had met serendipitously at a highway rest stop on their way from Pennsylvania to South Carolina. The Tarnows found out that Russ was one of three identical triplets, but learned later that all three were employees of Warren Hill.

Tim and Tian are the same age, and Tim has been a student at Hulstlander Academy for Boys for the past year. He is acquainted with Marcus Robinson; but, since he is not on the wrestling team, he says he doesn't know him as well as he would like.

Next in line were Bruno "Bruiser" di Napoli and his husband Jackson "Black Jack" Dries (pronounced "Dreeze"). Although three years ahead of Drew in school, and four years in age, the two were close friends of his, but he had lost touch with them after they graduated from college.

Drew was thrilled to learn that Bruiser was Warren Hill's Estate Manager, having been hired away from some secret assignment with a royal trust or estate after graduating from the London School of Economics. His husband Jackson (who had, as Drew blurted out to the father of another friend during a high school sleepover, the perfect penis for Drew's mouth and ass) was living at Warren Hill whenever he wasn't traveling the world singing Italian Renaissance music, lecturing, or researching music history. He wanted Bruiser to be present to answer any financial questions about Drew's proposed gift to Hulstlander.

Finally was Obasi Ekwensi, the House Steward, standing taller, more muscled, and more perfectly black than anyone at Warren Hill. Oba was still self-conscious about his prosthetic left foot and the jarring effect it might have on visitors, so he chose to wear clothing tonight: sage green slacks, a buttercup yellow sports jacket, and leather boat shoes. He decided against a shirt and let his long thin braids hang loose. He looked stunningly handsome, as usual, but more as if he had just come back from a Carribean cruise rather than being second in command under Bruiser at Warren Hill.

Drew and Bunny stood just outside the main doors waiting for Marcus and Betty Robinson to arrive. Everyone seemed a little on edge. This was the first entertaining being done at Warren Hill, and all the staff – whether on duty or not – were eager to make it a successful evening and to demonstrate all their various skills.

Yeong stood on the far side of the port cochere, ready to open the driver's door. He stood next to Javier Rodrigo-Rodriguez, the youngest driver on staff who will act as parking valet tonight. Javi wore the black Tom Ford suit and dress shirt that was the standard uniform of the drivers.

After just a few seconds, the group spied a bright blue Chevrolet Bolt EV crest the small hill. The electric vehicle approached silently and glided to a stop. Yeong and Randall, the two evening footmen, approached both sides of the vehicle, waiting for the doors to be unlocked. The windows were tinted enough that the onlookers couldn't tell whether Betty or Marcus was driving.

Both doors opened. Betty stepped out of the passenger side wearing khaki shorts and a floral top with strappy wedge sandals, looking ready for the picnic Drew described. Marcus appeared to have bare shoulders, but the car blocked the view of the rest of his body.

Javi slipped into the car and quickly discerned how to operate it. The footmen closed the doors, and Javi drove away to park the car in the attached four-bay garage. He would, of course, lightly clean it and plug it in so that it would be fully charged and pristine whenever it was needed.

With the inconvenient obstruction gone, Drew and Bunny were pleased to see that Marcus had decided to come naked except for a thin gold necklace. Drew and Bunny exchanged thoughts with each other telepathically. Marcus was Drew's age (twenty-nine) but looked as if he were still a high school wrestler rather than an assistant coach.

He stood about five-foot-nine and looked like he had just shed his last pound of water to get ready for a wrestling match. His deep chocolate hairless skin did almost nothing to conceal the sharply-defined musculature it covered. Rather than curves and mounds, Marcus had ridges and peaks.

He stood with posture better than any military honor guard. His hair was very short and curly, with a part shaved into the right side. His neck seemed almost wider than his head. His penis was also thick. The four-and-a-half-inch appendage was about an inch-and-a-half in diameter. His foreskin was just about long enough to reach his urethra, but not quite completely cover it. His balls were proportionately large but were pulled up tight into his crotch. There was no jiggle anywhere on Marcus.

Drew couldn't decide whether to lust first after Marcus's mounded shoulders or his massive thighs that were probably as large in circumference than his twenty-eight-inch waist.

Marcus took a few steps to stand next to his mother, who beamed with pride at her son. He looked down their seven-inch height difference to give her a tentative smile, still not quite sure what he was doing there.

Drew approached Betty first, not hesitating to wrap his nakedness around her. "Thank you for coming tonight. I'm thrilled that you could make it." He kissed both her cheeks and held her tightly as he whispered, "I love you" into her ear. He made sure he didn't cause her discomfort by pressing his collar and chest piece into her.

If Betty had forgotten Drew's charms, she was quickly reminded and fell under his spell once again. "Oh, Drew, I'm happy to be here. May I introduce my son, Marcus?"

Drew wrapped a surprised Marcus in an embrace equally as enthusiast as the one he had just given Betty. He was careful not to press his bejeweled collar into him either. He also kissed both Marcus's cheeks as he had done to Betty. Marcus returned the gesture, and both men seemed pleased to press their naked bellies against each other.

The master of Warren Hill pulled his face away from the young man so he could look at him eye-to-eye, though Drew was four inches taller. "Betty tells me that you're twenty-nine, which is my age. That can't be correct. You look more nineteen than twenty-nine."

Marcus couldn't help but smile. His broad lips parted, revealing a brilliant and perfect smile. His cheekbones lifted, rounding his jarhead face, and making him appear cute and handsome simultaneously. Drew grew weak in the knees.

Marcus kissed Drew's mouth briefly. "Do you always engage in bald-faced flattery, Mister Tarnow?"

Drew blushed. "It's not flattery if it's true. You look youthful, handsome, and adorable. I more-or-less expected it because of how beautiful your mother is, but, damn!

"Now," Drew continued, "before I embarrass myself further, let me introduce you to my son and my friends."

Bunny approached Betty first and offered her kisses and a welcoming smile.

"Oh my," Betty swooned, "The Tarnow's get more handsome with each successive generation, don't they? Your hair is beautiful, Bunny. It's pretty as well as masculine."

"Thank you, ma'am," Bunny said bashfully, blinking his gold-lined eyelids at her. "I'll give Carl credit for my hair and makeup. And I try to make the most out of the DNA I've been handed."

Betty laughed out loud as she guided Bunny to her Marcus. "Bunny, this is my son, Marcus. I think he's made the most out of what he's been given too."

Bunny and Marcus kissed briefly on the lips and embraced. Bunny moved subtlely to made sure that their cocks rubbed together a few times. "Hello, Coach Robinson, I'm happy to meet you. I hope to be able to arrange my schedule to try out for the wrestling team. I don't know if I'm any good, but I do take instruction well, and I am willing to practice as much as I need to in order to improve."

While Bunny spoke, he kept his crotch pressed against Marcus's with the coach's cooperation. Marcus smiled up to Bunny with the familiar smitten countenance that most men wear when they encounter the splendid teen. He struggled to find his voice. "I'm happy to meet you, too, Bunny. I am sure that the wrestling team will be better with you on it. I'd be happy to work with you one-on-one if you need extra practice."

Bunny knew that another man had taken his lure, but decided not to push the situation. "You're very kind, Coach Robinson. I just might take you up on the offer."

Bunny punctuated their brief conversation with another kiss. With that, the father and son introduced their guests to the others lined up in the port cochere. Betty took special pleasure in introducing "her" Marcus to Marcus Beck, the morning footman she found herself drooling over when he accompanied Drew to work this morning. Her eyes kept glancing at Marcus's cockring. It was a good excuse to stare at his beautiful penis.

The two Marcuses enjoyed getting to know each other, but when Marcus Robinson greeted footman Jaleel Hawkins, Marcus Beck's husband, both Drew and Bunny thought they saw some shimmering indicative of a nascent cosmic connection. They couldn't be sure because it was very faint.

"Tim! I didn't recognize you before," Coach Robinson exclaimed. "What is your connection with the Tarnows?"

Tim rushed into Marcus Robinson's arms. This time, there was no mistaking the sparkle. Drew and Bunny tried to mask their delight. Drew asked, "You know each other?"

The group had to wait for about a minute as Tim and Marcus kissed and fondled each other without regard for those watching. The others noticed that something was going on, but could not perceive the cosmic connection between the two the way Drew and Bunny could.

Tim finally spoke with lips moistened by Marcus's kiss. "We had never met until I happened to get assigned Coach Robinson as a napping buddy last year. We hit it off, and we were able to nap together quite a few times throughout the last school year, considering that he's at Hulstlander only a few afternoons per week."

Tim turned to his father Russ with a smile filled with equal portions of love and admiration. "Coach Robinson, this is my dad, Russ Swann. He's the head driver here at Warren Hill."

Marcus separated from Tim. Both the fourteen-year-old diver and the twenty-nine-year-old wrestling coach were sporting half erections. Marcus's penis rose to almost ninety degrees and extended to about eight thick inches. He moved to greet the ruggedly handsome Russ. As soon as they touched, they both shone with an intensity that was undeniable by anyone present.

Russ felt compelled to continue kissing Marcus but didn't understand why. Tim couldn't have been more pleased to see his dad and his favorite napping buddy falling for each other so quickly.

When Russ was finally able to extract his tongue from Marcus's mouth, he said, "I'm pleased to meet my son's favorite napping buddy. Thank you for taking good care of him. Tim seems to have a higher-than-average need for anal penetration. I am glad that he has been able to fulfill his needs at Hulstlander this past year.

"My brothers and I had been kept very busy before he started at the Upper School. We've been busy this summer too since school's been out of session. The three of us each have been attending to him at least once a day. I hope that you will be willing to carry your share of the burden once again this term?"

Marcus laughed. "It's quite an imposition, and ugly business, isn't it?" Marcus rubbed Tim's tight ass as Tim stuck out his tongue at both his father and Coach Robinson.

Marcus noted the changes in Tim's body over the summer. Not only had he grown about an inch, but his chest was suddenly more developed, and his cock was a few inches longer. Marcus did not realize those changes were gifts of Tuer Shen when Drew and Bunny met Russ and Tim on the way down from Pennsylvania. Tim, Russ, Carl, and Mitch all had identical penises now and enjoyed frequently sharing them with each other.

As that exchange was proceeding, Stratfield, the butler had gone to summon the other two Swann brothers, sensing that Drew and Bunny's guests would be interested in meeting all three identical brothers.

Marcus did a double-take as he saw the triplets assemble behind Tim, who laughed at the coach's reaction. "Coach Robinson, these are my uncles Mitch and Carl. Uncle Mitch is head of security at Warren Hill. Uncle Carl is the grooming valet."

It wasn't difficult to distinguish Carl, who sported eye shadow, lip gloss, and some blush on his cheeks, as well as a fresh coat of pink nail polish. Carl stepped forward, smiling with bright red lips to greet Betty first, then Marcus. "Drew and Bunny would be hideous monsters if it weren't for my constant attention. Unbearable."

Betty laughed as she greeted Carl, liking him immediately. Marcus glowed as Carl's glossed lips met his. The glow was equally as bright as it had been with Russ. Drew and Bunny couldn't wait to see what was going to happen with Mitch, who was still dressed in his all-black suit and dress shirt for his security duties.

Carl had to be prompted several times to stop kissing Marcus, not that anyone could fault him for wanting to kiss the dark and handsome assistant wrestling coach.

Mitch finally got his chance with Marcus. The air crackled with electricity. Bunny and Drew's skin tingled with the power of the ethereal connection. All the others stepped back without knowing why. The thirty-seven-year-old triplet began to pant as he squeezed Marcus tighter.

Marcus's feet began to rise off the ground. Mitch slowly rose up as well as he and Marcus tried desperately to merge into each other. The assembled group formed a circle around the slowly-rotating couple.

Betty covered her gaping mouth with her hand and began to cry. She didn't understand what she was seeing, but she understood that her son had met his true love – possibly four of his true loves!

Russ, Tim, and Carl floated up to surround Marcus and Mitch, amplifying and intensifying the electric sparkle surrounding them. They began a slow round-robin of being kissing partners for Marcus. Drew could only chuckle at how quickly his admonition for everyone to keep their feet on the ground was forgotten. How could anyone be mad at such a display of pure love between five men?

It was difficult to see exactly how it happened, but Mitch's clothing began to drop piece by piece, caught mid-air by Rhys-Bowman lest the uniform be soiled or marred.

The naked quintuple floated for several minutes before they were able to will themselves to disentangle and return to terra firma. They stood arm-in-arm with their now-identical ten-inch-erections standing straight up and leaking.

They panted wordlessly for a moment, exchanging encouraging looks with everyone.

Marcus looked at Betty. "Mom!"

"I know, baby," she said through her tears.

"Mom!!!" Marcus repeated.

"Oh, my baby! I haven't been this happy since the day I gave birth to you," Betty squeaked out between sobs of joy. She walked over to the group, embracing each Swann man in turn, not caring that she was getting precum on her outfit. She would happily burn it later rather than miss the chance to celebrate her son's lovers.

Tim's joy couldn't be contained. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Tim sang as he circled over Marcus, his dad, and his uncles. "I knew we would all be together somehow. What do we do now? Dad? Drew? Bunny?"

Everyone stood silent. Drew finally spoke up, "We celebrate true and lasting love. That's what we do. We can figure out the particulars later. Let's go in to the shrine."

Drew led everyone into the house and to the stair hall, which contained the oversized portrait of Tuer Shen with the three altar tables before it. Bunny lit several joss sticks to fill the space with fragrant smoke. Thousands of shimmers of light lit the hall as the hundreds of backlit diamonds hanging above and on either side of Tuer Shen's portrait moved slowly in the air currents.

Drew indicated to Marcus, Tim, Russ, Mitch, and Carl to each take a precious stone from the bowl on the third table and place it into the small gold trough as an offering to Tuer Shen. There were diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires glistening in the trough.

Bunny ran a small wooden stick around the edge of a brass bowl on the center table to make it ring a smooth tone which reverberated through the open space. The lights dimmed as the tone faded.

Tim rose up and hovered several feet over the large ottoman in the center of the hall. He gestured to Marcus to join him. Marcus was unsure how to will himself to fly, not knowing that willing himself was all it would take. His desire to be with Tim caused him to float up to his young lover. The two glowed as they kissed. The other guests and observers formed a circle on the floor to watch and celebrate.

Tim whispered something to Marcus, who floated higher so that Tim could swallow his ten-inch erection in one smooth maneuver. The tiny sparkles of lights became more animated as a gentle breeze wafted through the hall. Just a minute passed before Tim had determined that Marcus was ready. He positioned himself to be penetrated by Marcus for all to see.

The hall filled with a sourceless glow and repeated refreshing breezes while Marcus made love to Tim's hole. It was a joy to watch Marcus's beautifully-muscled body working to convey love into his young lover. All the other men began to have sympathetic erections.

Russ floated up so that Tim could suck him into a stone-hard erection too while Russ and Marcus share another kiss. Russ withdrew from his son's mouth after only a few moments. He floated behind Tim. It was difficult to see from the ground, but Russ joined Marcus inside Tim's ass so that they could share the splendor to be experienced inside the eager fourteen-year-old.

Mitch was next to receive Tim's talented oral preparative fellation. He floated behind Marcus and hugged him from behind while he penetrated his new lover, who was penetrating his nephew.

Carl was too eager to wait any longer. He floated above the other four, and then came down in a squatting position to impale himself on Tim's throbbing ten-inch penis.

The five men were making love to each other for the first time. The light in the room seemed to pulse with their synchronized thrusting.

Betty had never watched her son make love before – either as a top or a bottom. Now she was watching him take both roles simultaneously. She never fathomed that there was such beauty in the world.

The quintuple orgasm began a few minutes later. The moans emanating from the five men were like an angel choir singing its ecstasy. The orgasm lasted for the next fifteen minutes as positions were changed and cum spewed onto the lovers and dripped onto the onlookers below as if they were a congregation being sprinkled with the sacred jism.

Bunny silently begged his dad to join the lovemaking so that they could fully experience the sensations of their friends. Drew convinced him to let the group initiate Marcus on their own. They would have the rest of their lives to make love with all five men. Besides, both Bunny and Drew could already feel almost everything the Swanns and their new lover were feeling. Bunny felt his genitals throbbing inside his triple cockring,

Tuer Shen's painting began to contribute fulsome volleys of cum to his newest family. That cum, too, fell onto the group below, granting everyone unnoticed invigoration and rejuvenation.

By the time they were done, Tim, Marcus, Russ, Mitch, and Carl were a slimy pile trying to catch their breath on the ottoman. Betty and Drew exchanged glances. He looked over her cum-soaked clothing, face, and arms, knowing that some of it surely came from her son. She shrugged her shoulders and began to laugh.

Betty's laughter was infectious. Nobody quite knew why they were laughing, but they all knew they were as happy as they had ever been.

Marcus eventually extricated himself from the Swann pile and allowed everyone to admire his nakedness, hovering just a few feet off the floor. "So, Drew, you asked me over tonight to help you with some kind of project having to do with Hulstlander? I suppose we should get to that."

Raucous laughter echoed throughout Warren Hill once again at the absurdity of the situation.

Drew rose up and hugged the wrestler. He got a contact high from Marcus's ecstasy. "I think that discussion can wait for another time. We seem to have gotten distracted."

"No," Marcus said a little more forcefully than he planned as he and Drew continued to hold each other. "I know now, somehow, that there is much more to my life than I had ever suspected. I think this project of yours is supposed to be part of it. It is supposed to be an extension of my newfound joy, not a distraction from it."

Drew was moved by Marcus's sincere determination. "You are undoubtedly correct, my friend. Let's talk."

Drew looked around for Stratfield. "Have we decided where we are going to eat and have cocktails?"

Winston Stratfield, who uncharacteristically had removed his clothing while on duty so that he, too, might enjoy all the benefits of the cum shower, stood naked below Drew. The butler's sixty-year-old body looked surprisingly fit and alluring – much more so than it had just an hour ago. "Drinks and appetizers are set for the main reception room, Drew. Dinner will be served on the fourth-floor roof deck if that is acceptable to you."

"Perfect, Stratfield," Drew replied. "If anyone wants to rinse off, our bathroom is right there," Drew indicated the glass-walled wet room clearly visible from the stair hall. Nobody wanted to part with Tuer Shen's cum. They weren't sure why but sensed that they would lose its indeterminate benefits if they removed it.

Stratfield led the way back to the entrance hall, then turned left into the main reception room. Betty and Marcus gazed around the three and four-story open rooms for the first time, taking in the clean, elegant space.

They walked past the piano and harp, two of the very few things in the house that might be considered ornate. Betty walked into the room, looking up at the loft above the kitchen to the left. Yeong and Randall, the night footmen, were in the kitchen picking up trays arranged by two men in chef's garb. They were unaware that more activity was taking place in the outdoor and basement kitchens.

There were two large pass-through openings on either side of the door into the kitchen. The one on the left was set up as a bar where Stratfield was placing glasses on a tray to pass to the guests.

On the reception room wall opposite the kitchen doorway and pass-throughs were three sets of glass double doors open to the front porch with windows aligned on two levels above them. It afforded a shaded but wonderful view of the front lawns and gardens. It didn't come to anyone's notice that, even though all the doors were standing open, it was still cooler and much less humid inside the house than it was outside.

She gazed up at the modern and sleek chandeliers hanging at three levels on black pipes from the ceiling thirty-nine feet above. As she turned to see how the double rows of lights hung in perfect alignment throughout the reception room, the entry hall, and the games room more than one hundred thirty feet beyond, her eye alighted on three paintings hung in a column above a tufted bench to the left of the opening from the entrance hall into the reception room through which they had just entered.

She stared at the three four-by-eight-foot canvases for a moment before grabbing Drew's arm and exclaiming, "Oh my!"

"I love those portraits," Drew agreed. "They are the work of Françoise Nielly. She's an artist from the south of France." As Drew studied the three colorful busts on the wall, it suddenly hit him. "Holy shit! That's Marcus!"

Everyone in the room turned toward Drew to figure out what was going on. Drew pointed and announced, "Those are portraits of Marcus. Oba, how did they get here?"

Obasi "Mount Oba" Ekwensi, the House Steward in charge of all aspects of the running of the house, turned his six-foot-four-inch frame to the portraits. He thought a moment before answering in his Mississippi accent overlaid with an upper-crust British patois, "Drew, I was employed here when the furnishings were being delivered and installed, but I did not choose any of décor. Perhaps Mister di Napoli has more insight?"

Bruno "Bruiser" di Napoli, Drew's high school friend and now Estate Manager, stood deep in thought. "We had several designers and art consultants come and go during the furnishing of the estate, but I would have to search the records to determine which one was responsible for the acquisition of these particular pieces. I do have a recollection that they were commissioned from Ms. Nielly specifically to be hung where they are. They are much larger than her typical canvasses."

Drew shook his head, "But how could she have known? Did someone tell her to paint the most beautiful face she could imagine, and this is what she came up with?"

Marcus laughed at that notion. Drew turned to him, "Go up there so that we can compare."

"Go up there?"

"Yes, you know, float up by each painting so we can verify that it's your beautiful face," Drew said with a tone indicating that he shouldn't have to explain such a basic concept.

"Can I do still that," Marcus asked.

"Of course. Everyone here at Warren Hill can do that. Now that you're living here, you should get used to such things," Drew lectured.

"Do I live here," Marcus asked with even more incredulity.

Drew rolled his eyes. "You don't want to live with your lovers?" Drew turned to Tim. "Your lover doesn't want to live with you. What have you done to him?"

Tim rushed over to Marcus. "Please, Marky, please come back. I'm sorry if I did something to put you off. Maybe you're just waiting for the wedding? We can live together before we get married, can't we? You do still want to marry us, right? No, wait, we never asked you, did we?"

Tim turned to his father and uncles. The four of them dropped to their right knees in a perfect line before Marcus and spoke in unison, "Marcus Robinson, will you do us the great honor of becoming our husband?"

Bruiser stood behind Tim and opened a velvet box with five rings in it, pointing to a ring for Tim to present to Marcus. Several people glanced at each other, wondering where that box had come from.

All five rings were platinum bands filled with square-cut stones. The back half of the bands were filled with one-carat clear diamonds. The front contained an emerald, a ruby, a pink diamond, jadeite, and a blue diamond. Each one had a different three-carat stone in the center flanked by two-carat cuts of the other four. Marcus's ring had a blue diamond in the center. All the stones were perfect, of course, since they were assembled molecule-by-molecule by Tuer Shen just milliseconds ago.

Tim reached for Marcus's left hand and kissed it before slipping the multimillion-dollar ring onto his fourth finger. There was no question it would be a perfect fit.

Tim rose and kissed Marcus, causing them to sparkle as brightly as the perfect stones in the ring.

Bruiser had moved to stand behind Marcus to wait for the men to finish kissing. After a long wait, Bruiser indicated the ring with jadeite in the center. Marcus dropped to his knees and asked, "Will you, Timothy Swann, do me the great of honor of becoming my husband?"

Tim accepted the ring, and the two kissed again for a short while. Russ stood next before the kneeling Marcus. "Russell Swann, will you do me the great honor of becoming my husband?"

Russ accepted the ring with the ruby in the center and kissed his fiancé.

The process was iterated twice more, with Carl Swann receiving the pink diamond, and Mitchell Swann accepting the emerald.

Drew and Bruiser exchanged looks as Bruiser backed away from the five glowing betrothed men. He gave his boss a slight shrug and a look to let him know he should expect many more such unexplainable occurrences as master of Warren Hill.

Bunny waited what he considered a respectable amount of time for the Swanns and Coach Robinson to celebrate before he approached the group a began to smack each man's ass in turn. "Come on, guys, let someone else have a chance, why don't you?"

Bunny initiated another reception line of all assembled to congratulate the newly-engaged quintuple. By the time they had finished, Yeong and Randall were standing by with trays of bubbling champagne flutes for toasting.

Drew waited for everyone to claim a glass, indicating to the on-duty footmen, the under butler Rhys-Bowman, and Stratfield the butler to join in.

"To newfound, yet eternal love. May you – Russ, Mitch, Carl, Tim, and Marcus – nurture that love between you to share it as an example of Tuer Shen's blessings with the many thousands you will meet in your lifetimes. I hope that every man or woman with whom you each make love from this moment forward will feel your five-fold love."

Cheers mixed with the ringing of the fine handmade Saint Louis Excellence champagne glasses and the popping of corks on more bottles of champagne.

Betty held high her refilled champagne coupe, turning left and right to get everyone's attention. "This has been a day for the records books," she said with a chuckle.

"From the moment I got into an elevator with Drew this morning, and he accused someone of farting, ..." Betty waited for the laughter to die down. "From that elevator ride to this moment, I've experienced surprise after surprise, and miracle after miracle.

"A parent wants nothing more in the world than for their children to be happy and healthy. The greatest – and most inexplicable – miracle has brought love and happiness to my precious son today, and to four gentle men I've just met, but already am proud to love as my sons-in-law.

"I would like to toast to ... I don't know to what ... I will toast to hearts that are open to the miracle of love; and, to generosity and acceptance of love, however, and whenever it is offered; and, I will toast to family in all it's unexpected permutations; and, mostly, let's toast to the joy of belonging to this new family." Glasses clinked their endorsement of Betty's sentiments.

"Goodness gracious!" she continued, "I have to get a dress for the wedding!"

Everyone laughed and gave Betty congratulatory hugs and kisses.

Randall collected glasses as Yeong passed various roasted vegetables, spiced warmed olives, stuffed mushrooms, and various cheeses. After Yeong returned, he indicated that more offerings were set up as a buffet in the pass-through, along with small plates and utensils, and additional napkins.

People milled about, grouping and regrouping as they chatted. Bunny enjoyed each of the many times people decided to tickle his ass with the gold tassel hanging back there.

Drew eventually got Betty and Marcus together under Marcus's portraits. They looked at them with wonder. "So," Drew continued, "I invited you here tonight to talk about Hulstlander Academy."

The trio laughed at the seemingly impossible confluence of events that brought them to this situation, but the three got to talk at some length about Drew's idea to fund a diversity program for both lower and upper schools, as well as scholarships to ensure that the enrollment of the school more accurately reflects the makeup of the community.

Betty and Marcus sat side by side on the cushioned bench under the portraits as Drew knelt on the floor before them sharing his thoughts and asking for the input about how important it was also to diversify the faculty and staff. He was not put out by the fact that his kneeling position gave him a great angle at which to look at Marcus's body.

Betty noticed where Drew's gaze kept alighting and smiled.

Bunny looked over occasionally, thinking that his dad looked hot with the lilly and lavender in his hair as he talked animatedly to the Robinsons. They continued for many minutes until Stratfield approached. He was once again in his uniform.

"Excuse the intrusion, Drew, but dinner is ready whenever you are."

Drew stood up. "Thank you, Stratfield. I'm sure everyone is hungry." He turned to the room and announced, "Excuse me, lady and gentlemen, our dinner is prepared. Please follow me."

Drew exited to the front porch through the closest set of open doors, walked onto the front lawn, and began to rise into the air. Betty and Marcus looked at him, dumbfounded. Marcus arose first, calling to his mother, "Just trust that you can do it."

Betty smiled as she joined her son and Drew. The three waited for the others to follow. Tim and Bunny decided to make a show of it, shooting several hundred feet into the evening air before descending again, holding hands as if they were skydiving in formation.

Drew gave a quick airborne tour of the property before moving to alight on the roof deck, where three round tables were set to allow the guests to mix and mingle as they pleased.

Drew invited Betty and Marcus to join him so that they could continue their discussion. He also invited the Estate Manager, Bruiser, and his husband, the music historian and singer, Jackson Dries, to sit with them.

When Drew sat next to Betty, he noticed that she was suddenly as clean and put together as when she first arrived, except that she had an extra vibrancy. He smiled to himself and thanked Tuer Shen. Bunny telepathically joined him.

Each place was set with a few thick slices of cucumber with a fancy swirling peak of a mixture of plain yogurt and sour cream infused with chopped dill piped over it. The footmen and under butler filled champagne flutes as the guests settled.

Drew stood to offer a short toast. "To new love, new friendships, and new work to make ourselves useful to the world."

No sooner had everyone finished their amuse-bouche than Yeong, Randall, and Rhys-Bowman floated over the railing holding large tureens of cold asparagus soup with lemon zest and white pepper, which they set on three serving buffets near each table. They removed the first course plates and set soup bowls before ladling the soup and filling the white wine glassed with Verdicchio.

After the second remove, the three appeared with covered silver trays, which they exposed with a flourish to reveal platters piled with grilled five-ounce lobster tails, along with serving bowls filled with glazed baby carrots. The two footmen served the dinner while Rhys-Bowman poured the Meursault Les Genevrieres white Burgundy.

All the diners enjoyed the view of the beginning of a beautiful sunset as much as the perfectly-prepared dinner. While it was warm and rather humid, it was not oppressively so. It was a luxury to be served such a dinner al fresco. When Drew observed that most people had finished their fish course, he stood and offered, "Perhaps we would like to change seats before the main course is served? That way we can mix and mingle."

The three servers cleared and reset the tables with warmed plates, clean flatware, the stemware needed for the remaining courses, and fresh napkins which were retrieved from three serving buffets near the dining tables.

Marcus sat with the Swanns, while Drew stayed with Betty and invited husbands Marcus Beck and Jaleel Hawkins to join them. Betty tried to hide her pleasure at being with Marcus again. Bunny sat with the Bok brothers, Bruiser, and Jackson. As Bunny sat, he made a mental note to thank Sid for shortening the gold chain around his back. It would have made for an uncomfortable dinner had he had to sit with a piece of gold jewelry wedged in his ass.

As the under butler and footmen returned, Rhys-Bowman asked if he might interrupt to explain to the guests that the six-ounce filets mignon were marked with sprigs of parsley to indicate how well cooked they were: with one sprig indicating rare, through four sprigs indicating well-done. It was a trick picked up from the Royal Household, since the queen likes her beef well-done, while most others prefer rare or medium-rare.

The guests served themselves their filets along with rice pilaf and steamed wax beans. Rhys-Bowman poured the Chris Ringland Shiraz more than once for several of the guests. Drew took the groans of pleasure emanating from all three tables as an indication that things were going well.

By the time the main course was removed and replaced with a mesclun salad accompanied by Scharzhof Riesling, the sun had slid below the horizon, and bright twilight had set in. Drew suggested that they should take a break before dessert and go for a walking tour of the house, including the separate house back further on the property where the Swanns -- and now Marcus – live.

Drew turned to Rhys-Bowman, "Perhaps we can have dessert in the family reception room when we get back?"

"Perhaps. We'll see, Pooky," teased the thirty-eight-year-old jovial under butler. "Or perhaps, we'll eat it all while you're gone."

Drew pouted, eliciting a laugh and sympathetic kiss from the brown-haired man, who wore only his velvet slippers. "Please don't cry, Drew. I promise there will be plenty to put in your mouth when you get back."

Drew laughed too. "That's what I wanted to hear. And I hope there's some dessert too. Thank you, Duncan. I love you." They kissed again. Rhys-Bowman echoed, "I love you too, Boo-Boo."

Drew, Betty, Marcus, and the Swanns all went on the tour. The footmen, Bunny, and the others stayed behind to assist with cleanup, even though they were off-duty.

The group returned to the family reception room after about forty-five minutes. The footmen, Bruiser and Jackson, were lounging on two long L-shaped sectional sofas surrounding three out of four sides of a fireplace in the center of the room. Sid had also joined the group. There was no fire lit, but the four televisions above the fireplace on each side were displaying Matthew Bourne's all-male Swan Lake ballet production.

Bunny was doing his best to distract Bruiser by kneeling over him and tickling his nipples with his gold tassel. The two also slid their cocks on one another to keep both of them hard.

On the fourth side of the fireplace sat a five-by-eight-foot tufted bench – essentially a bed – on which Marcus Beck and Yu-Jin Bok lay casually kissing and stroking each other's bodies, ignoring the ballet.

Giacomo Ligetti, Warren Hill's head cook and nutritionist, and his staff had just finished laying out the dessert buffet as the tour group entered the main house through one of twelve sets of glass doors standing open along three walls of the family reception room.

The room had three rectangular casual dining tables near the kitchen that could seat two dozen people altogether. One table held the desserts, another held hot and cold beverages, more champagne, brandy, plates, cups, and utensils, and the third was available for seating for those who didn't want to sit on the upholstered furniture.

Betty was captivated watching as Marcus Beck and Yu-Jin showed their affection for one another as they showed the beauty of their bodies. She tried not to be jealous of the Korean teenager, but it was a struggle. To Betty's eyes, Marcus was one of the most beautiful men she had ever met. She knew it was hopeless to think that there might be a chance that he would make love to her, but she held on to just a glimmer of hope.

Marcus turned to see her staring. He smiled as she flushed. He reached out an arm and invited her to sit on the bench with them, lying on his back as he did so to reveal his stunning torso and semierect penis. The dim light of the room glinted off his silver cockring. Marcus knew that Betty was attracted to him, but he did not want to give her false hope. Still, he saw nothing wrong with offering his body for her exploration.

Betty shook her head shyly, but Marcus took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to indicate the sincerity of his invitation. Yu-Jin sat up and gestured for Betty to join him on Marcus's other side.

Betty finally relented and sat with one hip on the bench. Marcus moved her hand to his chest, which had been enhanced by Tuer Shen, and asked, "Did you enjoy the tour? Do you think that your Marcus will be happy here?"

Betty began to tell Marcus and Yu-Jin all the things that impressed her about the house and grounds. It was quite a long list. As she spoke, her hesitation seemed to melt away, and she began to stroke Marcus's chest with relish. She slowly worked her way down his abdomen. His welcoming smile and active attention to her stories never waned.

As Betty was talking about the Swanns's house on the property, her hand came in contact with Marcus's penis. She froze as she realized what she was doing. Yu-Jin gently took her hand and placed it on Marcus's balls. "He likes it better when you start here."

Marcus moved his left leg to give Betty more room to explore, his easy smile compelling her on. Yu-Jin removed his hand, but also made Betty feel as if this were the most natural and casual after-dinner activity.

"Did Russ show you his prized '65 Mustang Fastback," Marcus asked. Betty rediscovered her enthusiasm for her story as she fondled Marcus's scrotum with expert touches. It had the effect of bringing him to a full nine-inch erection. She tapped the cockring with her long fingernails to give his penis soft vibrations.

Drew finally noticed what was going on between them and smiled, knowing how much Betty admired Marcus's body. Drew made eye contact with all the other men in the room, silently warning them to stay put and not to disrupt Betty's good time. Or, apparently, Marcus's good time.

Drew turned to Betty's Marcus and remarked in a low voice, "Your mom has had an eye for Marcus since she rode up in the elevator with us this morning. He gave her a tour of my office suite. She came back a changed woman."

Marcus Robinson stifled a laugh. "I bet she did. I can understand. He is an extremely attractive man. I am glad that he seems to be enjoying her attention. Is he bisexual?"

"I don't believe so," Drew responded. "I've never asked. Perhaps she is the first woman whom he's allowed to masturbate him like that," nodding to the bench where Betty was now lovingly stroking the throbbing penis. "If he and his husband want to welcome her to their bed, it's all good."

Marcus Beck began a slow undulation with his torso to thrust up into Betty's hand. She definitely knew her way around a penis. Yu-Jin was playing with Marcus's nipples – tickling rather than torturing them. Marcus's level of stimulation was slowly intensifying, but he didn't break eye contact with Betty, nor lose his welcoming smile. He did begin to groan through his smile.

Betty had stopped talking, now fully engrossed in bringing Marcus to orgasm. She was eager but patient. Betty's left hand moved to Marcus's torso to rub the coating of perspiration that was building up. The grip of her right hand tightened ever so slowly.

Marcus's moans were becoming louder and continuous. Betty seemed transfixed by his leaking penis. While massaging his torso, Betty held Marcus's penis above the cockring and brought her mouth to the tip, taking the first three or four inches into her while stroking the base.

By the sounds escaping from Marcus, Betty's mouth was as skilled as her hand. In less than thirty seconds, he began to gasp and moan out loud. There was no need for an explicit warning of his impending ejaculation. Betty knew it was coming and wanted it.

Six heaving thrusts later, Marcus began to quiet himself. His entire body was flushed as Betty continued to suck the remaining cum out of him. He concentrated on making his guest comfortable. She looked up at him, and he smiled brightly.

Betty sat up and looked around the room, horrified at what she had done. "Oh, no."

Marcus took her hand. "What's the matter, my friend? Did I do something wrong? I thought I was giving you what you wanted?"

Betty just stared at Marcus, trying to understand why he was so calm. She put her face in her hands and said, "I've never done anything like that before."

Marcus laughed, "Well, it sure felt as if you've done that before. You were very, very good."

How could Marcus be laughing? Betty looked over to Drew, who was also seemingly happy and unphased. Then she saw her son. "Marcus!"

"Yes?" Both Marcuses replied. They began to laugh.

Betty interrupted. "Did you see what I did? Right in front of you!"

"Yeah, mom," Marcus Robinson replied, "I saw what you did: you masturbated Marcus, then you sucked him off until you gave him a really good orgasm, then you swallowed all his jizz. Don't you remember?" Marcus laughed raucously at his mother's discomfort.

Drew walked over to Betty and put his hand on her shoulder. "Mom, you are acting as if you did something wrong. Is that what you think?"

Betty looked up, "Well, yes, of course."

"What did you do that you shouldn't have? Did Marcus coerce you?"

"No!" Betty rushed to Marcus's defense. "He invited me to do what I wanted."

Drew smiled. "So, Marcus offered his body for your mutual enjoyment, and you took him up on the offer. You did what both of you wanted to do without force or coercion from the other? What could possibly be wrong with that?"

Betty took a few deep breaths. "But, I ... I did it in front of all of you. I did it in front of my own son!"

Drew laughed. "Well, you did watch Marcus make love with his fiances in the stair hall, so I guess turnabout is fair play."

Betty sat for several long moments. "So, nobody cares that I did that in front of all of you?" She looked around the room to see the guys shaking their heads and shrugging as if they didn't understand the question.

Drew sat next to Betty. "My dear friend, this is a place where we have no inhibitions, and we don't judge each other; we celebrate each other. You and Marcus had a lovely time together. We all celebrate that. I hope you two have more lovely times together if that's what you both want. I hope that you will have lovely times with other people here, perhaps even me."

Drew kissed her cheek. "You are part of our household now, mom. Your son lives here, and you have complete access to every part of Warren Hill at any time you want. You don't call ahead. You just show up. But when you do, you will see men celebrating their sexual bonds with each other.

"We are not embarrassed or ashamed. We are proud to be seen demonstrating our affection for each other, or even just that we're happily giving our friends sexual pleasure just for pleasure. We all want you to celebrate your sexuality too."

Betty sighed. "This is a new world. It's going to take me some time to get used to it."

Betty's Marcus walked around to the other side of the bench and asked Yu-Jin if he might take his place. He lay down and kissed the other Marcus before asking his mother, "Show me what you like about his body."

The two Marcuses smiled at each other, understanding the plan. It took Betty a moment to let her guard down. She began giving her son a tour of Marcus Beck's body. The son followed her lead in pleasuring the tall and handsome man.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Betty was talking her son through how to give Marcus a good blow job, describing how his penis felt in her mouth. "Like this?" her son asked.

"Yes, baby. Now make sure you twist your tongue a little bit as you go down. There's a spot that he really seems to respond to. Can you find it, baby?" Betty put on her mother voice. "Can you take more of him, baby. I bet he would like feeling his cock in your throat. Can you do that for him?"

Marcus took Marcus straight down his gullet, causing Mister Beck to moan out, "Thank you, Betty."

Marcus Robinson made several full-length lunges on Marcus's cock. He pulled off and said to his mom, "Do you think he would like to fuck my ass?"

"Oh baby," Betty cooed, "I think he would like that very much. Do you think you can find that spot on his penis again with your anus? You want to give him as much pleasure as you can. He's worth it."

Marcus Beck took Betty's hand again and squeezed it with a smile. Betty seemed to be acquainting herself with this new world very handily. As the two shared an affectionate smile, Yu-Joon had two greased fingers working into Marcus Robinson's hole.

Betty nodded to Yu-Joon when she thought her son was ready to take the large penis into his rectum. Then she rubbed her son's naked back and continued advising him.

She held Marcus Beck's penis upright so that her son could get it in his hole on the first attempt. She looked to the reclining Marcus's face to see if there were anything she could instruct her son to do in order to increase his pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, Betty stood up and encouraged her son to keep up the good work. She stood next to Drew, and they both admired the two Marcuses giving each other pleasure.

Betty and her son looked at each other. He smiled at her as he rode the other Marcus's cock, both of them now moaning almost constantly. Marcus Robinson's gold chain began to swing wildly as he bucked himself to orgasm. In two more minutes, both their eyes rolled up, and they howled their orgasms. Marcus Robinson spewed seven ropes of cum onto Marcus Beck, streaking his face and chest even as he was receiving Marcus Beck's cum into his ass.

The young Mister Robinson managed to open his eyes to look at his mother again. "Did I do well, mom? I think he liked it."

Betty smiled with pride, knowing instinctively that her son didn't really need her coaching, but appreciating that everyone was including her in their fun. "I think he liked it, too, baby. I think he liked it very much. But you had better keep practicing to make sure you don't get stale."

As laughter wound around the room, Drew invited Betty to the dessert table while Jaleel went to work licking her son's cum off his husband's face and body.

Giacomo had prepared an assortment of low-carb desserts, including various types of macarons, cinnamon flan, coconut flan, lemon mousse, and almond cream tarts. For those who wanted a full-power dessert, he had prepared his favorite lemon custard torta della nonna, which his grandmother taught him how to make when he was a child in Philadelphia. He also made a flaky and buttery braided peach strudel.

She couldn't resist sampling the peach strudel, which she took to the table while Randall brought her a decaffeinated coffee and a champagne coupe. All the other men began to line up for desserts after deferring to Betty.

Marcus Beck sat to Betty's right, while Drew sat to her left. Marcus's husband, Jaleel, took the next seat to the right. The five engaged men took the remaining seats at the table.

There was little conversation as everyone dug into their desserts. Well, almost everyone. Betty looked over to the bench to see her son on his back, welcoming the penetration of Mount Oba, the six-foot-four House Steward. Oba's nearly yard-long braids cascaded over Marcus's head and shoulders, and his deep black skin made Marcus's dark brown skin seem almost pale by comparison. Oba was taking his time welcoming the new man to the household with his thirteen-inch penis. They both appeared to be enjoying it immensely.

Betty just shook her head and smiled. She turned to Drew and repeated how wonderful everything had been. Drew signaled to Rhys-Bowman to ask the kitchen staff to present themselves.

Chef Giacomo Ligetti, his first assistant chef Spencer Morris, and the second assistant chef, Parker Matthews, quickly removed their spattered uniforms and walked naked to the family reception room.

Giacomo, thirty-four, was dirty-blond, showing his mixed northern Italian and Swiss heritage. His full lips and sparkling green eyes betrayed his part-time career as a swimsuit and fitness model. There wouldn't be a man or woman alive who wouldn't appreciate looking at his six-foot-one-inch frame in or out of a swimsuit.

Spencer Morris, thirty, from Atlanta stood next in line, his lean and tight five-foot-nine-inch frame was dotted with perspiration, causing his deep brown skin to sparkle. He tried to suppress a smile as he spied Oba making love to Marcus Robinson.

Last stood Parker Matthews, twenty-four, who looked like a typical California surfer dude with his sun-bleached hair and iridescent blue eyes. The new hire shifted his gaze nervously, unsure exactly why they were being called out. He assumed a military-like posture, holding his five-foot-ten-inch body rigid. Drew tried his best not to break out laughing.

"Giacomo, Spencer, and Parker, I want to thank you, and the rest of the kitchen staff, for your excellent work tonight. This was our first dinner party since I've moved in. I couldn't be more pleased with the execution of the plan you and Stratfield put together.

"Miss Betty has asked to extend her compliments as well," Drew stepped aside to allow Betty to speak.

"Yes, Drew, I want you to know how delicious – and pretty – every single thing was tonight. I don't know when I've enjoyed such a fine dinner. My Marcus enjoyed it too, didn't you?"

Betty turned to the bench where Oba was now forcefully fucking into Marcus's ass. "Marcus, tell these men how much you enjoyed their dinner."

Marcus parted Oba's braids and tried to speak. "Nnnn, nnnn, nnnn, Oh!" was all he could muster.

Betty turned back to the cooks, "My son seems to be unable to focus at the moment, but I know he enjoyed it as well." Everyone laughed. Betty shook her head once again at how much her life had changed in just one day.

Parker heaved a huge sigh. "I'm not fired?" He rushed over to Drew and hugged him. "Thank you."

Drew returned the young man's embrace and enjoyed feeling his body for the first time. "Why would you be fired? Have you done something I don't know about?" Drew took Parker's freckled face in his hands to look him in the eye.

"No, sir," Parker stammered. "I don't think so."

Drew turned to Giacomo Ligetti and asked, "Should we fire this one?"

"No, Drew," Chef Ligetti replied. "He's been here only a few days, but he's been a very good assistant, wouldn't you agree, Spence?"

Spencer Morris nodded.

"Well, then," Drew kissed Parker's cheek, "It seems you're not getting fired tonight. Have you been fired before?"

"Umm. Yes."

"Why?"

Parker took a breath. "Because the lady of the house found her son making love to me and decided that I turned him gay."

Drew bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Did you turn him gay?"

"I couldn't if I tried, could I? He was teasing me and coming on to me since the day I arrived there. But for some reason, his mom thought that being gay was a `poor choice' for him to make."

Drew was immediately upset. "I am very sorry for that boy. Do you know how he is doing?"

"No," Parker replied. "I, uh, he looked so miserable when I left. I'm scared for him, Drew." Parker broke down into sobs. Drew held him tight and rocked him. "Before you go to bed tonight, I want you to sit down with Mitch and tell him everything you know, even if you think it's unimportant. Mitch will assemble a team to verify his well-being.

"If it seems all is well, we will keep tabs on him. If things look bad, we will do whatever it takes to get him out of that situation. What is the boy's name?"

Drew used his thumbs to wipe the tears from Parker's eyes. Parker whispered, "Sky Bleue."

"Sky?"

"Yes. His full name is Skyler Beau Bleue, but everyone calls him Sky."

Parker tried to smile. "I know it sounds stupid, but when I realized that Sky was teasing me because he really did like me, I caught him off-guard and kissed him. I swear that I felt electricity running through me. Not, like metaphorical sparks, but, like, literal electricity. Every time we kissed or made love, it seemed we both were transported or something. I can't explain it."

Drew squeezed Parker. "You explained it perfectly. It means that you and Sky are meant to be together. We need to make that happen."

Drew turned to his chief of security. "Whatever resources you need, Mitch, Bruiser will see that you get them." Bruiser nodded decisively in agreement.

"How old is Sky?" Drew asked.

"It was his sixteenth birthday when his mom walked in on us," Parker said and began to cry again.

"That means that he's old enough to decide for himself where he wants to live or if he wants to be emancipated," Drew explained. "Perhaps we can arrange a `scholarship' to the Hulstlander Academy, and he can move here? We would have to find somewhere for him to live," Drew attempted a small joke.

Parker jumped into Drew's arms, wrapping his arms and legs around the master of Warren Hill. Drew rubbed Parker's back and ass as he felt tears run over his left shoulder. There was nothing to do except let Parker cry out his pain and yearning for his love.

Giacomo walked up to the pair and kissed Parker's cheek. He turned to Drew. "I'm sorry that I didn't know any of this before. I would have certainly said something."

"I know that," Drew said softly. "The important thing is that we make sure Sky is safe and that we find a way to get him here."

Giacomo reached out to take Parker from Drew. The young cook clung to his boss like a toddler clinging to his father, even though he was only three inches shorter than the man now holding and comforting him.

Spencer kissed Parker and rubbed his back too. "Giacomo, why don't you take Parker to his room and stay with him. I will see to the rest of the kitchen cleanup."

Drew kissed Spencer. He decided he needed to do that more often. "That's kind of you, Spence. I'll help."

Spencer looked horrified. "Oh, no, Drew, you can't."

Drew kissed him again. "Of course I can. It's my house, right? I can put away leftovers if I want. Besides, I want to pack away some of these delicious desserts to take into the office tomorrow."

Betty stepped forward. "I can help, too, before I head home. It looks as if I'm a mother-in-law around here now. I had better start acting like a bossy busybody."

Drew laughed. "How will we tell the difference?"

Betty smacked his ass. "Such insolence!"

The three, assisted by Rhys-Bowman, Yeong, and Randall, made quick work of putting up everything. They stuffed containers of leftovers in the refrigerators, and then followed Spence's instructions on loading dishes, glasses, and utensils into racks to be sent downstairs to the conveyor dishwashers. They would be taken care of by the two kitchen assistants who would be on duty in the morning.

By the time they were done, Betty saw that Oba and her son had finished making love. She went into the family reception room to kiss her twenty-nine-year-old baby goodnight. Before doing that, she scanned the massively muscular body of the six-foot-four-inch Mount Oba, giving barely a notice to his prosthetic left foot. "Mmmm. Mm-mm-mm."

Marcus laughed. "Don't be so thirsty, mom."

She shook her head. "Why are all the best men gay?"

"I'm not gay, Miss Betty," Obasi explained. "I identify as pansexual."

Betty raised an eyebrow at her son. "Maybe we'll both have the pleasure."

Oba's basso profundo laugh reverberated in the room. "Maybe there's no `maybe' about it. Allow me to walk you to the door?"

Marcus just stood agape while the others laughed at him as he watched his mother leaning into Obasi's deep black naked body on her way to her car, which Javi had brought back from the garage.

Tim took Marcus's hand. "Come, my future husband. Let's go home."

Marcus started walking with Russ and Mitch following. Carl said he would stay behind to help Drew and Bunny remove their flowers and wash for bed. Drew forbade that and ordered Carl to join his brothers, nephew, and newfound lover.

"You know," Marcus said to Tim as they began to walk, "I have absolutely nothing here. And I didn't wear anything to come over tonight. I hope my mom thinks to give Oba my wallet from the car."

Tim laughed.

Russ said, "Well, Marcus, you're spending tomorrow at Hulstlander doing the wrestling clinic, so you won't need clothing for that. We'll sort it out."

"It's just that I feel kind of ...," Marcus began.

"Naked?" offered Russ.

The lovers' laughter faded into the darkness as they went to spend their first night together.

 

Thanks to the readers who asked me to continue. I hope you continue to find these stories entertaining.
I have assembled a gallery of crude floorplans and renderings for those who might be interested in what Warren Hill looks like in my mind. Well, as close to my vision as my limited design skills can get me. Send email to hauptwerk88@gmail.com if you're interested in getting a link to a DropBox folder containing the images.