The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"Living In The Lap Of Luxury" 01 The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys' wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Author's note: Follow these links, to read the earlier stories of the `Buffalo Boys' and "Muscle Jocks For Domination". These stories will pave the way, for better insight into whom the characters are and from where they originated.
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Departing from Nick, Dougie followed one of the guides, meant to take a handful of the first busload from Timber Creek. Waiting for him, to say his goodbyes to Nick, he had just walked through the doorway, when this hottie pops out of the shadows.
"Shit! You almost gave me... a..."
When Dougie saw the handsome features, he forgot about the heart attack he almost suffered.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to startle you."
"Sir? We're like the same age just about, aren't we?"
The servant smiled.
"Could be, sir."
"Um, if it's okay, can we drop the `sir' stuff. I'm Dougie."
Very formally, the servant reached out and greeted him with, "Jon Diliberto."
"Nice to meet you Jon."
"My friends call me `Dil'."
"Then it's great to meet you, Dil."
"There you are!"
Both looked up, to see Adrian Joubert, hanging over the squared off balcony of the lux home.
"I wondered what the fuck happened to you Jon!"
Right away, Dougie lost all respect for the younger Joubert. He didn't come on like that, at the triage site.
"Sorry, sir."
Quickly, Dougie sought after a bluff.
"Um, it wasn't Jon's fault at all, Adrian."
"No, huh?"
Dougie sensed Adrian filled with disappointment.
"No. Um, I kept him down here... um.." then, looking up at the wall, Dougie spotted a huge painting, the biggest outside of a regular art museum. "... checking out `that' painting."
"I see." Then, projecting his fierce attitude once more, touching Jon, as if mud slung in his direction, Adrian says, with hostility, "I suppose you started giving Dougie one of your hifalutin artist lectures.."
"No, sir.. I..."
"Well forget it. You know in this house you're a servant, so just do your job, Jon!"
Dougie could tell that Jon felt like a shit, being humiliated in the manner Adrian toted.
"Sorry for him keeping you, Dougie. C'mon. The other guys are almost finished." Then, turning his attention one last time to Jon, Adrian remarks, "Watch your step, Jon. You're treading on shakey ground. One more slip up and your ass is outta here!"
"Yes, sir," Jon replied meekly, looking to Dougie, then down to the floor.
"Show our guest to his room, then report back to me, Jon."
"Yes, sir."
Clear out of earshot of Adrian, Dougie fired up their conversation once more. This time, on a more sensitive plane.
"What was that all about, Dil?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Nothing sounded an awful lot like something."
"Forget it. I learned a long time ago to accept things as they are and not complain."
Using his sixth sense, or was it the seventh or eighth, Dougie begged to differ with a lot of what Dil was saying to him.
"First of all, Dil, things don't have to be the way they are."
"Oh yes they do. You don't know... never mind."
In the meantime, Dil opened the door to Dougie's room.
"Oh wow!"
Unlike the rest of the house, the room appeared to be perfectly rounded out in an oval shape. It wasn't anything like Douglass had at home, in Tennessee, where the landscape beheld a ranchlike, one story house.
"This is awesome!"
Pulling open a draw, Dil told Dougie, "Here's some clothes for after you've indulged in your bath or shower."
Already, Dougie had the blanket cast from his dirty shoulders, his briefs peeled. When Dil turned around to face him, to point out the draw of linens, he was nothing less than astounded by what he viewed.
As with Dougie entering the spacious, lux room, Dil let his jaw drop, saying, "Oh wow," in a lower key.
For the longest time he stare, until Dougie made a move towards him.
"I thought so," Dougie said right out.
"Thought what?"
"That you're like the rest of us - gay."
"I'm not... okay, so I am."
Hitting all the right shots, Dougie told him, "And you're still in the closet. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"And you can't wait to get out of here, only that Adrian is holding something over your head."
"Beg your pardon, sir.. I mean Dougie?"
"I saw what transpired between you two. Now, what is this about you going to see Adrian, after I'm settled?"
"Nothing."
"Let me guess. You get to keep your job, if he gets to fuck your ass!"
"How did you....no, that's not... I mean..."
Forgetting his role, position among his duty to a guest, Dil's ass sank down onto the bed.
"Want to talk about it?" Dougie asked, sitting next to him.
"No. I better not. If I don't report, Adrian will be angry."
Off on a different tangent, Dougie proceeded, "And what's this about you being an artist?"
"Was. That part of my life is history now."
"Oh? And how does that go, Dil?"
He sat there closed-lipped for a moment, until Dougie sought provocation, his soiled left hand placed on Dil's immaculate right hand.
"You have to promise to keep this to yourself."
"Alright if I tell Nick?"
"Nick?"
"My lover."
Dil looked up at Dougie, then before starting in on the story, commented, "You're a lucky guy, Dougie."
"Thanks. Now, about you?"
"It started about two years ago. I was down on my luck and... well, I've always been good at oils.. painting."
"Oil painting. I'm familiar with art. Nick's an artist, but let's not stray from the subject. What happened, Dil?"
"It's my own fault. I... I copied another artist's and signed my name to it. You have to believe me, Dougie. I was desperate. My mom was dying of cancer, my dad left us. I had a younger brother to care for. I... oh damn I screwed up so bad!"
"And let me guess. Adrian found out and now he's bribing you with sex and who knows what else?"
Despondent, Dil nodded his head up and down, but otherwise remained silent.
"Are you any good at painting?"
"Oh sure. I mean, at my show, I sold paintings that are of my own hand," Dil's demeanor suddenly soared, only to flatline, as he returned to the truth. "It's only that one that... that Adrian happened to buy, then return because he already had one hanging in the study of the house."
"I see."
The two sat there, Dougie rubbing Dil's hand. Footsteps could be heard, then the turn of the door knob.
"Aha! Caught you. Red-handed!"
"Nick, we got a problem, " Dougie stood up, facing his lover.
"We sure do!"
Nick half joked about the two holding hands.
"Get serious, now."
"You are serious, Douglass, aren't you. What's the matter?"
"To put it to you, the long and short of it is, Dil here did something real bad. Adrian, the fuckin' asshole, found out and is now holding it over Dil's head, making him pay for it, by his service, plus sexual favors."
"And what is it he done... did wrong?"
Beginning, Dougie started out, Dil interjecting food for thought now and then.
"Well, I can't say you weren't wrong, Dil."
"Nick, he knows he did wrong," Dougie took it his position on the defensive.
"Wait! Back off. I'm on your side here. The problem is, how do we deal with this?"
Dougie added, "For sure, I'm not letting Dil go back to that jerk and letting him fuck the hell outta poor Dil here."
"I agree, however..."
A hardy knock came raining down upon their door. Adrian poked his head in.
"Oh, excuse me gentlemen. I wondered if Jon had completed his task of showing you around?"
"No," Dougie pure and simple replied.
"No?" The twenty year old doctor's son shot back with, as if unexpected.
"What Dougie means to say is..." Nick stalled for time, then continued, "well, we need Dil."
"I don't get it."
Nick had to do better than that. It then dawned on him. The only way this would work it's way out, would to be two things - honest and firm. Walking over near Adrian, he moved his foot behind, kicking the door shut. Adrian turned to look, as it made a thunderclapping sound.
"Is this going to take long, Nick. I kind of have to..."
Nick got tough, saying to Adrian, "Unload your balls into Dil's ass?"
It wasn't at all what Adrian was expectating. Dougie, nor Dil, for that matter. Next, Nick placed a firm grip on Adrian's shoulder.
"Now, I think we're going to have to come to a little gentlemen's agreement, even though it seems that there are only three gentlemen standing here in the room at the moment."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Nick," Adrian tried conning him.
"Let me see if I can give you an idea, Adrian."
Dougie was shocked by Nick only once before. The first week of camp, when he lay the leather strap on his back. Instead of himself feeling the pain, though, he and Dil watched, as Nick put his hand behind Adrian's neck, reeling him in like a trout, then planting his wadded up fist in the twenty-year olds gut.
"Ugggggggh!" Adrian belched, holding his stomach and dropping to the floor, hunched over.
"Oh my," came Dil's reply.
"Believe me," Dougie placed his arm over Dil's shoulders, "Nick knows what he's doing."
Indeed. Dougie came into Timber Creek Fitness Camp a nasty son-of-a-gun, a brat from the Tenneesee burbs, ready to take on anybody that crossed his path. Not a kitten by any means, but more tame, he's changed completely, into a more caring, responsible youth. If it wasn't for Nick's `firm' matter of handling his discipline, he wouldn't have made the transformation.
"Now," Nick started in on Adrian once more, taking him by the arm and lifting him up to his feet, only to shove him down onto his ass, into the arm chair, "you and I are going to get something straight right here and now."
Dougie could see that one gut punch wasn't going to do it. From what Dil had confessed, Adrian had too much to lose, to give up on Dil at this time, mainly a tight ass to fuck at will, among other conditions.
"For starters, you're going to turn that painting, that rightly belongs to Dil here, over to us."
"Fuck that!"
"Deju vu!" Dougie said to nobody but himself, remembering the same thing he said to heavy-fisted Nick.
Only, with Adrian, he wasn't standing when Nick planted his fist into his bod, plus aiming lower.
"Oh shit!" Came Adrian's words, after falling off the chair from the low blow to his crotch.
"Some people are slow learners," Nick applied to Adrian, taking his groomed mane and snapping his head back, "I wonder how long it's going to take to break you?"
Adrian's next mistake had been trying to make a beeline for the bedroom door. Nick's right foot sticking out, made him flatline onto his chest. Right away, Nick was literally on him. Reaching underneath, he unbuckled Adrian's belt and brought it up, behind his back. Like a pro, Nick tightened the buckle end around his left wrist, then fasted the right, both hands bound as one unit. Next, he lifted Adrian up and flung him across the bed.
"What tha fuck? You're not going to get away with this!"
"Well, it seems we have a difference of opinions here, Adrian. Now, this is what's going to happen."
"Forget it! I'm not bowing to your's or... or," then looking to Dil, he shouted, "to this lying, cheating slut's!"
"The only slut I see here," Dougie said, truthfully, "is lying on the bed with his hands bound behind his back."
Nick went right on to challenge, "Now, getting down to business," he placed his knee onto Adrian's ass, "this is it. Unlike Dil here, where you bribed him, forced your cock up his virgin chute and raped the hell out of him, not to mention the other... well, these are your options. Either we can settle this here or... in front of someone whom I sure you don't want to get involved."
Adrian looked strangely at Nick. It was obviously he wasn't making the connection.
Until Nick spelled out, "Your father and his partner?"
"You wouldn't!"
Nick shrugged his shoulders, as much to say, `take it or leave it'.
"He'll never believe you."
"Believe what? That you substituted Dil's forgery for the original painting, selling it off and keeping the money for your own benefit?"
"You.... you fuckin' told him?" Adrian directed to Dil. "You're in deep shit!"
Right now, Dil wasn't fearing anyone or anything.
Nick told him right out, with conviction, "You're not calling the shots anymore, Adrian. Now, what's it going to be?"
Planting his face in the bedsheets, Adrian gave them five seconds to wait.
"What do you want me to do?"
"First, you are going to sever all sexual ties with Dil here."
"Hah! Where the fuck do you think he's going to go?"
"Back home to his family," Dougie replied.
There had been some of Dil's story he left out.
"My.. mom's dead. I don't know where my brother is."
At this point, Dil needed a hug, which Dougie proceeded to fulfill.
"I've clothed and fed him for going on two years. He owes me," Adrian went on to badger.
Overriding the minute detail, Nick went on, "Number two. Tonight we're going to take the forged painting out behind the gardener's cottage and have a little `marshmallow' roast!"
The mood Nick was in, he thought `weenies'!
"What tha fuck? What am I supposed to do for a painting? My father's sure to see that...."
"I don't give a damn. That's your fuckin' problem."
"No."
"Alright. Then I guess you're opting for plan number three."
"Three?" Adrian questioned.
"Yes. Have your father and his partner come in here and have Dil tell them the whole story."
"This is blackmail!" Adrian protested.
Ludicrous, Nick laughed.
It's Dil, pissed, that lay out the truth, "What do you think it's called taking my ass.. taking my cherry and using me whenever you have the sexual need? Huh, Adrian?"
"In fact," Nick says, on the sly, "to let you know I mean business.. I should have Douglass come over here and... plug your ass?"
That left more than Adrian overwhelmed with surprise.
"Are you serious, Nick?"
Winking back to Dougie, Nick replied, "Sure. Give Adrian a taste of his own medicine. Betcha he's got a virgin ass.. nice and tight!"
"Forget it!" Adrian replied.
"Sure," Nick prodded, "get over behind Adrian here and fuck his tight chute.
Already stripped down, Dougie proceeded to go along with the bluff.
"Um, do you think this is okay?" Dougie asked, picking out a tube of lube from the end table by the bed.
"As long as it's slimy."
"No, you can't do this!" Adrian now sweated, as he protested.
"Is this how Dil pleaded with you, Adrian?"
No answer came, only silence, as Adrian watched Dougie firming up his 9c.
Answering for himself, Dil confessed, "I was crying, begging Adrian not to fuck me, but... he didn't listen to me."
The bluff went on, Dougie taking some of the clear lube in his fingers, them sticking them in Aidan's ass crevice. Not intenionally, but with wishful thinking, Dougie swabbed the lube into his asshole. Adrian began to plead some more. Nick, holding Adrian's arms tightly behind his back, solved a twofold purpose. It kept his shirt from falling below his waistline, getting in the way of Dougie, smearing the lube up and down the lightly haired crevice, swabbing in and out with one finger, all that would fit.
"Dammit, will get your crotch outta my face! You're almost smothering me!"
"Oops," Nick said.
Sitting on the bed, his curiosity got the best of himself. Nick leaned over too far, to watch his beloved's progress. At the same time, turned on, it made the bulge in his pants act as an agent for cutting off Adrian's oxygen supply.
Sure, initially Adrian was complaining about Dougie lubing up his hole for what he feared - insertion, but after the twenty year old starting relaxing his breathing, void of air from Nick's accidental muffling, he began losing control of his breathing.
"Ooooooooh...ooooooh," he sighed, with immense pleasure.
"I'm guessing he's a virgin," Dougie said to Nick.
However, it's Adrian that, now calmly supplied the answer, "I am!"
Suddenly Dougie sensed a presence on his shoulder. Quickly pivoting his head to the left side, he almost bonked into Dil.
"Oh, sorry there, Dil."
With no reaction to Dougie's apology, Dil rerouted his curiosity to, "Um, how are you going to get your cock into that tiny hole, Dougie?"
Nick answers, "By force, of course."
"Nooooo!" Adrian yells out.
"Yeah," Dougie continues the charade of scare tactics,"it'll be torture at first, but he'll loosen up."
Nick and Dougie exchange glances, laughing silently so that Adrian doesn't catch on. Like the TV with the sound turned off, their faces reflected two guys laughing out loud. That is until Dougie found something poking him in the back. A complete turn around, he lost his smile, wondering what the mystery was behind his back.
"What is it?" Nick asked, the serious look spanning Dougie's face.
Stopping the lube action, he rose up off his knees and stood.
"On my!" Nick replied.
"I'll say," Dougie responded.
As the two stare at the zipper area of Dil's pants, Dil himself looked downwards. Dougie got a wicked idea.
"Um, you ever think of revenge, Dil?"
Looking up at Dougie, Dil asks, "What do you mean?"
"You ever fuck a guy, Dil?" Nick hints.
Up until now, Adrian pretty much was behaving himself, fessing up to the fact that soon Dougie would be piercing his tight hole. Even though the same result was being presented, the difference in the fucker gave `getting fucked' a new meaning.
"Oh nooooo... he's not fucking this ass!"
Hurt pride, humiliation, whatever, if Dil's cock, which looked rather adequate of turning the worm hole into beer bottle size, any man with a tight one would have shown fear.
"I've always wanted to try it."
Nick and Dougie looked upon enlightenment.
"Well, looks like I can throw away that banana I found in the fridge while I was downstairs," Nick said.
With one knee holding Adrian's left arm in place, Nick took the yellow fruit from his pocket.
"You... you mean you weren't going to fuck me? You were pretending?"
"Not anymore," Dougie revealed to him. "C'mon, Dil. Get that zipper down!"
"I can fuck him?"
Adrian replied, "No!"
"Yes!" Nick and Dougie joined forces.
"But I'm `not' a bottom!" Adrian protested again.
After dropping his pants, Nick and Dougie watched for the final unveiling, Dil questioned, "I've never fucked a guy."
"Second time you said it, Dil. Don't worry. I've fucked guys plenty of times. There's nothing to it!"
"Um," Nick replied, "I caught that, Dougie."
"Told you Nick, I'm a college jock. That's what top jocks do."
"How many guys have you fucked, Dougie?"
"Doesn't matter. However..." a finger wormed it's way into Adrian's ass crevice, "never fucked an ass this tight. Hell yeah, Dil. You're in for a hot fuck!"
Whimpering, Adrian once again realized the fact - he was fucked. Figuratively speaking.
"Oh my!" Nick once again voiced his opinion when Dil dropped his draws.
"Hee, hee," Dougie giggled, "he's almost as big as us!"
"This is big?" Dil inquired, not having much experience in comparing statistics.
"All I can say," Nick replied, now taking the utmost interest in Dil stroking his cock, "um, you want something to bite on, Adrian?"
Knowing Nick mocked him, Adrian replied, "Bastard!"
"Look at the bright side," Nick continued to converse with the good looking medium brown-haired captive, "could change your whole perspective of fucking!"
"Yeah," Dougie cut in, "'might even decide you like your worm hole torn open!"
Nick, getting hornier by the minute, licked his lips seeing his own lover, helping grease up Dil's shaft. A light shining from above, not heaven, but the scene depicted it, Nick could almost taste the 9.5c, as Dougie's hand made sure every inch, from slit to base, bathed in the clear gel.
"All ready," Dougie declared.
"I'm nervous."
"Don't be. It's easy. Stick the tip in and then push."
"It's really going to hurt Adrian?"
Dougie and Nick traded glances.
"Like, what would that matter, Dil?" Dougie inquired. "Didn't it feel like torture when Adrian raped your chute for the first time?"
"Oh yeah. I thought I would pass out."
"Well?"
Then letting his barrel flop down on his equally gifted jewels, he said, "No. It isn't right."
To all of their surprises, Adrian yells out, "Will you fuckin' shove it in there and get it over with?"
Two of the gaping mouths turned to smiles. Dil just didn't know what to think. Nick took the chance of letting up on Adrian.
"I do believe we're open here for some versatile action," Nick suggested.
"Dammit, you really hurt my arms!"
Adrian turned over onto his back. Nick went to go for the restraining position once more.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
"Looks like you are!" Dougie said.
"All I want to do is get this over with. You can take the painting and burn it. Now hurry up and get on with the fucking!"
Nick scratched his head with wonderment, as the twenty year old reached under his own thighs, pulled his knees up to almost his chest, then slid his hands down so that they caressed his own ass, spreading his cheeks open so that his ass pea-hole was totally visible to the naked eye.
"Well?"
Dougie kidded, "You better hurry up Dil before Adrian starts begging you!"
"Yeah," Nick mocked too, "Bad enough I already feel like I'm in the `Twilight Zone'!"
"Um, you'll help me Dougie?"
Looking to Nick and smiling, the two knew how Dougie wouldn't mind holding Dil's 9.5c, getting it on the launch pad for it's blastoff into inner space!
"Um, Nick?" Dougie asked, his hand getting ready for the rocket booster.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to definitely need relief after Dil gets the hang of this. Strip!"
The twenty-four year old looked upon Dougie, still sweaty and sooty, but nonetheless, propelled by the hot prospects. He almost tore the buttons on his shirt, trying to loosen them. At the same time, he eyed up the progress. He knew how compassionate his lover could be, allowing Adrian to put the pillow over his head, to bite into. Good thing, too. Both had a dickens of a time trying to force Dil's hard shaft into the small hole.
Nick finally suggested, "Damn, you've got more lube on that thing than you need. Just jamb it on in!"
Dougie would later point out the sadistic side of Nick, coming over, putting his knee between Dil's legs and boosting his own knee against Dil's ass, propelling him forward.
"Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" Dil gasped, throwing his head back, as his spear dived on in.
"Hot!" Dougie rang out, watching the bronco buster go for a ride.
Dougie asked Nick, "Remember the first time I fucked you?"
"It'll take a lifetime to forget. What about it?"
"Damn well took me all of ten minutes to work up a sweat like that!"
Smiling, Nick leaned over and licked Dil's sweaty back, catching several droplets of the salty liquid.
"Mmmmm..."
"Got those pants off yet, Nick?"
Dougie's subtle suggestion made Nick spring into action, jumping up to his feet and peeling off his pants, followed by his lowrise briefs.
"Move over," Nick said to Adrian, as he plunged into the bed, on his back.
The kingsized bed could hold four fucking victims, however Nick cuddled close as he could to the twenty-year old. So abrupt was he, that it caused Adrian to unearth his head. Nick took the pillow, throwing it across the room.
"Heeeeey!" Adrian scolded him.
"All you're using that for is to hide the pleasure you're getting out of Dil raping your ass!"
"Am not!"
Plain to see, to all, neither did the elements of pain cross Adrian's face, nor the matter of humiliation.
"Deny it that you're not liking your ass plowed, Adrian!" Nick demanded.
"Well, I.. oooh, not so rough, Dil?"
Unlike fifteen minutes ago, Adrian now spoke calm as a cucumber, as Dil began to get the hang of fucking, pulling his fully inserted cuke out an inch and then pushing back in.
"Never mind," Nick replied. "My turn!"
With a smile, Nick's hands hoisted up his thighs.
After Dougie had taken the plunge, Nick turned to Adrian and asked, "Do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Reach over here and squeeze my nips?"
Call it jealousy, whatever, Dougie replies, "Fuck that! If anybody's going to torture those nubs, it's me!"
With his chute fully loaded, knees on his lover's shoulders, Dougie reaches around and grabs hold of the two nublets. Watching Dougie, Dil gets some ideas of his own. As if a reflection in a mirror, Nick and Adrian act exactly the same, in sync, shouting out, arching their backs. As much as possible that is, with their asses anchored by 9.5c and 10c shafts.
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To Be Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.