Clue Ch. 03

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Clue Ch 03

Cam and Dec really enjoy Ireland–and fly home inspired

All characters described in this story, whether game “pieces” or players, are over 18. Parts of the story attempt to duplicate the stream-of-consciousness, freedom from the rigors of sentence and punctuation grammatical rules– popularized by the Irish novelists of the post-war period, like James Joyce. Cam and Dec met in Clue 01, and vacationed in Ireland in Clue 02, but this story is more or less standalone. Copyright ©2024, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

Cam and Dec are near the end of a two week vacation in Ireland before moving to California to take up a challenge grant to produce a marketable AI-enhanced game for GAI Enterprises. Until yesterday, they had been enjoying the sights, exploring the young permissive culture of Eire and fucking up a storm–with each other, while teasing and being teased by a variety of sexually attractive acquaintances and wannabes.

At the end of the last chapter, Cam had spent a night with Peter Blake–a giant Viking-like 30-something, the owner of the castle B once as top. Probably one of the most expensive rooms he’d ever book.

He and Dec had parted after “tea” (cocktails), an early dinner and a spectacular sunset viewing–Cam with Peter, Dec with Liam. Peter was definitely a power top–able to fuck without end, but he had given Cam a taste of his ass as morning dawned. And he had the enormous powerful fucking weapon of a Viking to attest to his ancestry. He had “worked” Cam as he had never been worked before. Then, he had proven to be as welcoming and vocal a bottom as he had been all night as the top.

Rainbow Castle had indeed lived up to its hype–as a sybaritic resort and spa for gays–with benefits.

The story (Clue 01 and Clue 02), previously told in Cam’s voice, now moves for the next section, to Dec’s voice…..

When we left the dining hall, I knew that Peter was going to top Cam. Sizing them up, there was no other conclusion. Peter beşiktaş escort bayan towered over by at least six inches, but his personality was the clincher. He was definitely Viking-CEO-Dom-Top material. Cam was definitely going to submit–and I suspected that would not be a problem. It’s fortunate that Cam is vers and typically pretty open for something new.

Liam had led me to a special guest room in the basement–just to get my reaction, I think, before we would rejoin the others for the requisite sunset viewing. I think Peter wanted some privacy to reach a deal with Cam, and he and Liam had set us up quickly. He need not have worried. Cam was ready, almost anxious to feel what it was like to be totally dominated. And I had concluded that a night with Liam wasn’t going to be so bad.

Liam’s destination was a luxurious room, on the lowest level–and in a building which had once housed the stables. It was uber-masculine with lots of leather, polished wood and dark colored fabrics. Some of the stable paraphernalia had been restored or replaced–but with a twist. Riding crops decorated one wall. Stirrups were built into a recliner. A saddle, perched on two saw-horses had a curious cut out in the seat. A sling (perhaps originally used in birthing mares) hung in one corner. Crossed timbers with lash rings stood sentinel on another wall. And freestanding in the center, a huge bed with posts, again equipped with rings. “This is the last room that Peter has asked me to create. You know that he’s rescued this castle from ruin–and that he’s allowed me almost free hand to turn it into our home–and a sybaritic spa for people like us. I’ve decided to create an S my chest on his back. He was securely imprisoned beneath me in the bed.

My eyes closed and I may have dozed for a few minutes. But Liam was anxious to continue our adventure. Soon I felt his glutes squeezing my cock repeatedly, stimulating it to rigidity. He wanted more, and I was ready. I reached down between istanbul escort his legs, pulled down his cock and arranged his balls on either side. My fingers entered his moist and cum-lubed anus, found his hard nut, and began to tease it. He sighed loudly, and I felt his smile–even if he was turned away. He opened readily. I positioned and entered, and soon was pounding my way to another orgasm. He pushed his ass hard up into my gut, enjoying the depths I was touching, moaning in pleasure. “Dec, you’ve played this game before, haven’t you? I’m loving this.” It was not long. I shot again and felt his response. Then I collapsed on top.

An hour or so later, I awakened. “My arms are useless, Dec. You have cut the circulation. I think I’ve had enough of the game. You are indeed a master edger. Please release me.”

“Of course, if you’ve had enough.”

“Oh, no. But, I wish to use my hands to feel the strength of the body which is covering me, which has so completely taken my own under control.”

I untied the leather thong-belt. He rubbed the wrists to return the flow, and then he embraced me and took my shaft in hand. “Dec, that was terrific. This is really a very talented sword. Can you do it again?”

“Give me a few hours, and then, yes, we can go at it again.”

“After all the strenuous activity are you hungry? We can raid the kitchen if you wish. I have influence with the cook.”

“No, I’m not. But, I could use a rest. Can I trust you to leave me alone if I sleep?”

“Not at all, dear boy. But, you can spoon me if that will make you feel more relaxed.” And so we slept for several hours, Liam deep into my spoon. Later I took him missionary and permitted him to orgasm. He loved every second.

Early the next morning, we awoke, both with startling hard wood, given the strenuous activity of the previous hours. I rose from the bed to use the WC and to rinse the cobwebs from my mouth. Walking to and back, I could feel his eyes on my ass. Somehow, escort bayan rus I assumed he might want to reciprocate. And yes, he did. “I’d like to fuck you, Dec. Will you let me? That ass is the nicest, tightest that I’ve seen in a long time. My cock longs to be inside.”

“This is your castle and your bed, Liam. I am at your command.”

“Oh, we are not going to play any games this morning. I want a vanilla missionary.” He patted the space beside him and rose to his knees. I positioned, spread my legs and drew them up in a wide vee. Liam moved into position and pushed a large downy pillow under the small of my back. He opened me with his tongue and then several lubed fingers before placing his cock at my entrance. He pushed. I breathed deeply and relaxed, and he popped in. “The perfect moment. It’s always the same. When you enter a willing hole that welcomes and squeezes. You are really beautiful, Dec. Really beautiful.”

In the next minutes, he deepened and quickened his thrusts. He was indeed an expert cocksman. He varied his strokes like a music conductor, tapped my prostate enough to keep me rigidly aroused–but not enough to push me over. His cock had an unusual and very useful attribute, however: although long and thin, the head swelled disproportionately, providing him with a very useful stimulating knob. And I couldn’t help it. I began to utter a non-stop string of commentary, praising his equipment and how he used it, describing what it was doing to me, calling him to go harder and faster. He seemed to love it. (Later I learned that Peter was a near-silent lover–so my literary commentary on our coupling was new and exotic for him–apparently just like his own inclinations.)

Liam was nearing the end. I could feel it. I reached up and drew him hard into my chest and wrapped my legs around his loins, pounding my heels into his cheeks. Then he exploded, taking me with him. We were both then silent for several minutes as we savored the togetherness as our arousal softened, and our heartbeats quieted. Then, as suddenly as he had begun, he rose. “Time to shower. Breakfast will be in about 30 minutes. It’s time for me to give you back to your lover–and thank him for lending such a lad to me for the night. I enjoyed our time together.”