8. After #2
On the bar lining the wall next to the door stood eleven crystal decanters on engraved trays stating the origin and age of the bourbon.
They were Oswald’s favorites. He owned many bottles of each, and when one sort ran out, he chose a new one and had the tray polished and engraved with the new name and age.
The decanters were only half empty, but Tino would carefully and slowly refill all of them.
He would try to be quiet. Mostly.
The sound of a metal tray clattering on the table could alert the guests to his presence. With what he was wearing and how he smelled, he should avoid being found alone when his husband was reading upstairs. Maybe Oswald was already asleep?
Heart pounding, Tino lifted the first crystal decanter from its tray and set it on the table.
He opened the cabinet and pulled out the correct bottle.
He had to double-check. He wouldn’t want to embarrass his husband and cause him to offer the wrong drink.
Lifting the metal tray, he squinted at the engraving.
Yes, he had the correct bottle. He set the tray back.
A loud clang echoed in the empty room as the metal hit the wood.
Oops.
The guest rooms were only just down the hallway.
He should be more careful.
He lifted the tray again and set it back. The clatter bounced off the walls.
Biting his lip, Tino refilled the first, then the second, then the third decanter.
He could hear the soft steps on the plush carpet but pretended not to. Instead, he bent down to put the bottle back into the cabinet. He felt the lace on his ass stretch where it was wet and sticky. The pungent smell of his slick surrounded him like a cloud.
The steps came closer. He straightened the decanters into a neat row then studied the next engraving.
A heavy breath. Another soft step.
Who was it?
The general? Or the minister of justice? It couldn’t be the bishop. The young alpha wouldn’t breathe so loudly.
“Can I have a drink?” The voice came from right behind him. Inches away.
The general.
Tino tensed, clutching the edge of the bar. It was easy to pretend to be scared when he was so keyed up.
“Sir?”
“Will you pour me a drink?”
He could sense depraved lust coming off the alpha in waves.
“O-of course, s-sir. Which one?”
“I don’t care.”
Tino picked a glass and opened the first decanter.
A lone finger traced the edge of his shorts, across his ass cheek. “Where is Oswald, hmm? Did he leave you to wander around alone?”
“My husband is asleep. But I wanted to make sure the decanters were full in case our guests had trouble sleeping.”
The general caressed his ass lightly, crowding him from behind. The alpha’s hot breath washed over Tino’s naked shoulder.
“Such a well-behaved, caring husband you are, yet so young. He’s lucky.”
Tino poured the drink and put the decanter back. He was about to turn around and hand the general his glass, but the older man suddenly pressed him against the counter, caging him in with his beefy arms.
A hard alpha dick pushed against Tino’s lower back through the material of the general’s pants.
“Your hole stinks all over this damn house.”
Tino suppressed a moan.
The general smelled faintly of sweat. The musk of his arousal permeated his clothes.
“Were you a virgin when he married you?”
“Yes,” Tino lied smoothly.
“That lucky fucker.” A wet tongue lapped at the side of Tino’s neck. “But you’re not a virgin anymore, are you? Instead, you’re roaming the house dressed like a whore while your husband is asleep.”
The general fisted the material of Tino’s shorts and tugged, exposing the top of his crease.
“God help me, that’s the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.” The older man groaned and dragged Tino’s shorts lower. “Fuck, they’re wet. You reek of fresh slick. You want it, don’t you? You were hoping I’d find you here.”
Tino panted, trembling all over. The general radiated raw lust that crackled in the air around Tino like small bolts of lightning hitting his body.
“Please, sir.” Tino pitched his voice high, sounding scared and breathless. “My husband is asleep.”
Chuckling darkly, the general lowered himself behind Tino, pulling the shorts down Tino’s legs. Then he grabbed Tino’s ass cheeks and kneaded them.
“Spread your legs, c’mon.”
“Sir… I’m afraid. What if… I shouldn’t.” Even as he protested, Tino parted his thighs and pushed his ass out, exposing his crease.
“You’re such a fucking tease.”
The general’s ill-controlled emotions washed over Tino, powerful and invigorating. Resentment. Frustration. Desire.
“Lord almighty. You’re all pink and innocent. But fucking hell, how wet you are.”
The older man sounded pained. With a groan, he licked through Tino’s crease. Tino bit back a cry of joy. He’d been so empty.
When the general pushed his tongue inside him, Tino had to bite his fist. The old alpha licked and slurped like a starving man before tearing his mouth away.
“Doesn’t he fuck you enough?” he spat, his voice hoarse and shaky. “Your ass is fucking drooling.”
The sound of a buckle made Tino grin. This had been way too easy.
“If I had a horny young thing like you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight. I’d tie you to my bed and fuck you ten times a day.”
A heavy arm circled his torso, holding him in place. Then a blunt cockhead prodded his needy ass. He tilted his hips up eagerly. He needed it now or he’d shrivel and die.
“Yeah. You wanted me to find you, didn’t you? You couldn’t wait to get my dick up your tiny hole.”
Tino didn’t reply. Instead, he moaned blissfully when the fat cock pierced his hole and glided inside through the abundance of juices.
“Fuck. Fuck. So fucking tight. So young. You feel like a damned virgin, but so wet. Yes! Oh, fuck yes. Take that dick. Yeah. Yeah. Tiny young hole. I’ll fucking ruin you. Yeah!”
The general puffed and grunted, rutting against Tino’s ass like an animal. His dick wasn’t nearly as big as Oswald’s but thick enough to give Tino the stretch he craved. He wiggled his hips, giving the old man some extra friction, and the alpha groaned.
Grabbing Tino’s hips, he sped up his thrusts. Tino’s wet ass made little smacking sounds on each fuck, like a beast munching on meat. He let out a silent laugh as the thought occurred to him.
Yes. The beast would feed tonight.
The energy rose in Tino’s chest, swirling around his heart, sparks of joy popping here and there. He smiled wide when the orgasm swallowed him, and he tainted the cabinet doors with his release.
“Fuck! You came! You came, you whore. Yes! You love a good dicking. Yes, you do. Take it. Take. It. Deep.”
With a broken moan, the general shuddered and shook, emptying his balls into Tino’s hole. His dick twitched.
“Fuuuuck.”
He pulled out, and Tino looked over his shoulder as the old man stumbled back. He flopped onto the nearest sofa, panting heavily. The liquid coating his dick was about to drip onto the floor.
Tino pushed off the counter and hurried to kneel by the older alpha’s feet. He mouthed the dirty cock just in time. He licked and sucked, slurping up the cum and slick before it could stain the sofa cushion.
“Well, well. Aren’t you a sweet boy? You needed it bad, huh?”
The general petted his hair and cupped his jaw, and Tino looked up at him innocently even as he stuffed the half-hard cock deep into his mouth. He felt so deliciously naughty in the little nightie, his tits out and bare ass full of a strange man’s cum. He clenched tight, keeping it inside.
“Should I tell your husband what a dirty whore you are?” came another voice from a dark corner of the living room.
The general tensed, but Tino didn’t stop sucking the man’s cock. Instead, he lifted his hips up, raising himself on his knees and pushing his ass out. Mouth tightly around the general’s dick, he pulled his ass cheeks wide apart.
“You don’t want me to tell him, then.”
The minister of justice himself. Tino would have laughed if his mouth weren’t full of a hardening dick.
He circled his hips, offering his ass to the other man in the most blatant way. He didn’t have to wait. The scent of his slick and release had lured the alphas in.
He could sense the young bishop in the room, standing in the shadows by the door. Watching. He could get his turn later. Tino had plenty of time.
The minister knelt behind him.
“You’re filthy. You look all sweet and coy, but you’re so fucking filthy.”
This cock was bigger. Not as big as Oswald’s, no, but deliciously thick and long. The minister pushed ruthlessly, not waiting for Tino to accommodate him. He just rammed his shaft in to the root, then he dragged it slowly back out and then slammed it back in.
Tino whimpered.
Fully hard anew, the general was getting frantic above him.
He gripped Tino’s head with both hands, fisting the soft hair, and pushed his cock into Tino’s throat without care for Tino’s breathing.
Luckily, this body had been trained to deepthroat the impressive girth of his husband.
The general’s ruthless throat-fucking didn’t faze him.
As the alphas lost control, using his holes to chase their pleasure, his chest filled with more sparkles, getting warmer, tingling.
Oh yes. This was what he needed. The unbridled lust poured from the alphas into him and changed into raw power.
Tino fed on it and rejoiced. His strength grew, and as he soared toward another sweet climax, his scent became a drug no man on Earth could withstand.
“Dirty fucking whore. You filthy bitch. Look what you made me do,” the minister babbled, his hips stuttering. “I’ll fucking breed you. In your husband’s house. I’ll breed your filthy hole!”
The preppy, cold alpha changed into a lusty animal. He came on an impressive roar. Tino clenched his hole and wiggled his ass, milking the man’s cock as it throbbed with the climax.