The Bodyguard
Ian had no idea his weekend at the ski resort would be like this. He awoke to what sounded like loud arguing in the room next to his. Ian opened his door and stood just outside the door of the room the arguing was coming from. He tried to listen but couldn’t hear the voices, until he leaned his head against the door. “You will make certain that the job is completed by tonight or you will regret it,” a man shouted. “Yes sir, I won’t let you down, sir,” another man replied meekly. Ian dropped the ice bucket he was carrying and it hit the man’s door. Shit, he said as he hurried back toward his room. Ian closed the door to his room, but not before the shouting man caught a glimpse of the back of him as he hurried back inside. “Now go,” the man ordered the other man from his room. The frightened man hurried off. The man who had seen Ian stood in the hallway for a moment, waiting to see if Ian would come out of his room again. Ian was leaning against the door of his room almost afraid to breathe. He didn’t think anyone had seen him. He hoped no one had seen him. But the man, Marcus, had seen Ian from the back. Marcus walked from one end of the hallway to the other waiting for Ian’s door to open.
As the man placed his hand on his hip, his suit jacket draped behind him just enough to reveal to Ian the .22 Magnum Mini safely tucked in its Holster Grip, just as Marcus had planned. Marcus pulled a pair of very expensive looking designer pants from his closet and walked over to Ian. “You will wear these today, young Ian. Put them on now.” Marcus walked back to his closet and began looking for the right suit jacket for Ian. He turned around and looked at Ian. He looked good in the pants. His back was turned to Marcus, and Marcus looked hungrily at the youthful shape of Ian’s ass as the slinky fabric curved over its lusciousness. When Ian turned around, Marcus was standing in front of him. “Very nice, young Ian,” he said as he stared at Ian’s crotch. “The sweatshirt must go,” he commanded, and Ian pulled it over his head. “The t-shirt as well,” he added. Ian was now naked from the waist up as the man looked at his youthful skin. Marcus pulled at Ian’s pants trying to force his bulge forward. He slid his fingers just inside the waistband and could feel the thick fabric of Ian’s shorts. “These you will not need, young Ian.” Seemingly disgusted at the discovery of Ian’s underwear, Marcus quickly unzipped Ian’s pants and watched as they slid to the floor. Marcus stared at the thick cloth. Then he looked up at Ian. He helped himself to Ian’s slight bulge hoping there was more to it than the thick cloth revealed. He thrust his hand between Ian’s legs forcing them apart, and brought Ian’s balls forward as he rolled them in his hand waiting for his cock to reveal its fullest form.
“What is your business, sir?” He was so polite that Marcus almost hated to involve him in such a messy business, almost. “My business is my business, young Ian,” he answered, never taking his eyes off of Ian’s. “You do not say a word to me or anyone else. Most importantly, you must never show fear, and you will not show fear today. Remember that.” Ian nodded and answered, “Yes, sir.” Is this guy pimping me out? He sure has dressed me like he is. Ian wished he hadn’t been so curious last night, but it was too late now. “Let’s go,” Marcus commanded, ushering Ian to lead. Marcus never let anyone walk behind him if he could help it. He trusted no one to do that. Ian was afraid that Marcus would shoot him in the back, and he knew now that he had the weapon to do it.
“Move onto the bed and onto your back, young Ian.” Ian lay in the center of the bed on his back, his heart beating hard inside his chest. Marcus’ eyes studied Ian’s face that registered fear. He lowered his eyes to Ian’s chest where his nipples were still hard from the stimulating sensation of the tight fabric of the vest. His eyes then fixed on Ian’s cock and balls, Marcus could feel his own groin begin to stir with anticipation as he recalled the firmness of Ian’s ass as it moved against the silky fabric of the pants. Marcus pulled his shirt out of his pants and removed it, displaying the remainder of his chest that Ian had until now seen very little of. It was the same tannish color as his face, with a line of black hair that wandered downward, jumping over his navel and continuing until it disappeared beneath the silky fabric that covered him from the waist down. Ian stared at Marcus. He was terrified of him, yet seductively aroused by the shroud of mystery about him and the darkness of his skin compared to his own pallor. Marcus let his pants fall to the floor as he stood before Ian wearing only a thong, a thong that outlined his balls to perfection and his cock long and thick even in its flaccid state. Ian stared at the thong. Marcus slid his fingers along the top of the bulge of the thong and down the sides to emphasize the bulk of its contents. He grasped Ian’s ankles and pulled his body toward his own until Ian’s youthful manhood was his. Marcus forcefully opened Ian’s legs until they were exactly where he wanted them. He placed his hand over Ian’s balls and squeezed them hard, forcing Ian’s cock upward as he did. Ian gasped. Marcus looked at Ian, keeping a firm grasp on his balls. Marcus stroked Ian’s cock with his thumb and stroked deep and hard underneath his balls, but never lessened his grasp on Ian’s balls. Ian gasped, but wasn’t sure if his own gasp was from fear or pain mixed with pleasure as he leaned up on his elbows. Marcus gave Ian that all too familiar glare again. Ian lay back in even greater fear.
Insider "Trading"
Cam rang the doorbell and both Langdon and Gavin opened the door. “Come in, Cam, our favorite resident.” Cam walked in and hugged the two men who had become his buddies, not just his supervisors. “This is a very special occasion, Cam, and we must toast to it.” Langdon poured glasses of champagne and handed each a glass. “Champagne goes straight to my head,” Cam warned them. They were hoping it would and that Cam would forget this night ever happened. “This is your night, Cam, and as you know, or maybe not, Gavin and I have been watching with lust and envy the movement of your youthful ass inside the thin layer of material they call scrubs.” Cam poured himself a second glass of champagne after being taken off guard by these very straightforward words. “No, guys, I didn’t know that.”
“You know you want us,” Langdon teased, as he placed his hand firmly on Cam’s crotch. “Ever had a threesome, Cam? They’re fun, especially when you are the center of attention. We will do anything and everything to make this the most arousing, most sexually satisfying night of your life. You will be sexually fulfilled in ways that you didn’t know you could be, we promise.” Langdon looked up at Cam with his bedroom eyes, and Cam could not resist. He did know and like these guys and had often thought about them, but one at a time. He had to admit that he was more than a little aroused at having them both at the same time. Cam gulped the last of his champagne, but didn’t realize how buzzed he was until he was being led to the bedroom that Langdon and Gavin shared.
“Fuck me, Langdon. You know you want to,” Cam almost shouted. “You would like that, but you wouldn’t want to leave Gavin out of the fun,” Langdon teased and he opened Cam more and began to playfully arouse Cam deep inside, but very slowly. Cam begged for more. He thrust forward for Langdon, but Gavin was stroking his cock and began to kiss him on the lips, preventing him from too much movement toward Langdon. “I’ve watched those lips for too long, Cam.” Gavin kissed Cam’s perfect lips preventing him from speaking. Cam began to make grunting sounds as he tried to force Langdon to continue his orgasmic strokes deep inside him. Gavin looked at Cam. “You want me, too, don’t you, Cam?” Gavin slid his cock into Cam’s hand so that he could feel its size. “I can fill you much better than Langdon. That place deep inside you is throbbing now, isn’t it, Cam? If you had my cock inside you, no part of you would be left unfulfilled.”
“You want us both, don’t you? You want us so bad your body aches. You need us deep inside you, don’t you, Cam? You need our thick cocks to fill you completely and bring you to that orgasm that you only vaguely remember, don’t you? It’s been a long, long time, hasn’t it, Cam?”
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