twisted-talez:Liam’s hole was still raw from the night before. How many cocks would it be tonight? H
twisted-talez:Liam’s hole was still raw from the night before. How many cocks would it be tonight? He never knew what to expect until he got up there. Liam gripped the cold, steel bars of the mirrored, penthouse elevator and tried to recall how it all came to this. Then he remembered the watch. The fucking Rolex watch. Liam had grown up dirt poor, but he was smart and he had dreams. He was putting himself through college by bartending at a trendy downtown club, which is where Rex Argent found him. Rex had flirted with Liam, which was nothing unusual. Attractive, older men love the chance of taking a hot bartender home for the night. And the $100 buck tip on a $12 dollar Negroni that Rex slipped him wasn’t all that unusual. But as Rex slid the generous tip across the bar to him, it was the Rolex that caught Liam’s eye. Platinum. Diamonds. Liam had never seen something so beautiful, and it was like a new world had revealed itself before his eyes. He told Rex he liked the watch. A fateful admission. When Liam’s shift ended later that night, a chauffeured Benz was waiting outside the club to take him to Rex. Who the fuck wouldn’t take that ride? Liam was whisked away to an uptown high-rise. Instructions were given to leave his clothes in the private (Private!) vestibule and ride half-naked in the private (Private!) elevator to Rex’s penthouse apartment. The wealth was intoxicating. Rex fucked Liam up against a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Central Park, and his cum dripped from his cock onto an Italian marble floor when he pulled out of Liam. It wasn’t the first time Liam had been bred by a muscled, older daddy with a big cock — but never in such luxe surroundings. The chauffeured Benz was summoned to take Liam home. As Liam stepped inside the elevator to leave, Rex kissed him rather forcibly and clasped the Rolex onto Liam’s wrist. “You should have refused it,” Jason insisted when Liam got home. “He OWNS you now.” Liam and Jason had been together for a year at that point. They have an open relationship, so the fucking itself wasn’t an issue; however, Jason didn’t approve of Rex’s intent. “It’s just a gift,” Liam insisted. “I told him I liked it. We can sell it, if it upsets you that much.” Ultimately, Jason acquiesced and told Liam to wear the Rolex. “It flatters your wrist,” Jason said, “even though it’s a diamond-crusted shackle.”Rex did not show up to order another Negroni the next night, but his chauffeured Benz was waiting again for Liam. Instructions were given to once more strip down and ride the private elevator up to Rex’s penthouse. This time, Rex was waiting for Liam naked and holding a pair of handcuffs. Liam was cuffed to the bed face down, and Rex fucked his ass for two hours. “No Rolex this time?” Jason asked sarcastically when Liam got home. “Nope,” Liam answered. “It was just fucking. And it was kinda hot.” Jason stopped Liam from saying any more by kissing him. “I hope he didn’t tire you out,” Jason teased, “because I’m just getting started with you.” Jason dropped to his knees, unzipped Liam’s pants, and took Liam’s hard cock into his mouth. They were entwined in blissful sleep the next morning when Liam’s phone buzzed. It was an email from the university chancellor informing Liam that a private benefactor named Rex Argent had paid Liam’s tuition for the entirety of his schooling. Liam didn’t tell Jason. But he finally Googled Rex and learned he’s a retired CEO and has more money than god. No shit. Over the next few months, the chauffeured Benz was waiting almost nightly for Liam, followed by the near-naked elevator ride. The fucking had gotten more and more outlandish, and often involved others. “This is my friend,” Rex would say. “He’s going to fuck you when I’m done with you.” Or it might be a bukkake night in which twenty of Rex’s “buddies” would shoot their loads all over Liam. But there were always gifts. A signet ring with Liam’s initials. A bespoke suit made to Liam’s exact proportions. Tiffany cufflinks. A bottle of Creed cologne. Louboutin shoes. Liam hid them all from Jason. But there was no hiding the gift last night. When the elevator doors opened, Liam was surprised to find a party in progress. Fifty guys. All naked with drinks in hand. And every eye was on Liam. Most of the furniture had been cleared and an Italian leather chaise lounge had been placed in the middle of the main gallery. Rex was sitting on it, naked and hard. “Good,” Rex purred like a panther. “Now that you’re here, we can get started.” Over the next five hours, Liam took every cock at the party while he kept his legs spread on the leather chaise. Liam couldn’t deny he enjoyed taking all those cocks. He fucking loved it. But sometimes he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just another object to be used by Rex Argent. Those feelings quickly evaporated when he left that night. The chauffeur who always drives Liam home was standing next to a sweet Porsche Carrera. He handed Liam the keys and the title in Liam’s name. Jason went ballistic when Liam arrived home in it. “This has gone too far,” Jason pleaded. “You’re just a whore to him.” But Liam disagreed. It wasn’t like that. Rex never forced him, and the gifts were always made freely without any quid pro quo. But to smooth things over with Jason, Liam promised not to see Rex the next evening. Jason had been longing for a simple night at home like the old days. Pizza. Netflix and chill. Liam promised Jason that. But when the next evening arrived, Rex texted, “I need you. Just one hour. I’ll make it worth your time.” The chauffeured Benz was waiting outside their apartment ten minutes later. Liam promised Jason it would be quick as he raced out the door, but the dejected look in Jason’s eyes broke Liam’s heart. Liam was now half-naked again, riding the mirrored private elevator up to Rex and whatever sexual chore awaited him. His hole was still sore from the night before. Please just want some head, Liam foolishly hoped. The penthouse was quiet, thankfully. “I’m in the bedroom,” Rex’s voice echoed. “I want you to crawl to me on your knees.” Liam’s heart sank. He knew it wouldn’t be “just an hour,” as Rex promised. And he thought of Jason and the pained look in his eyes when Liam left. The leather chaise where Liam had taken fifty cocks the night before was still in the middle of the gallery. Liam quietly approached the chaise, unclasped the Rolex from his left wrist, and placed it gently upon the soft Italian leather. Without saying a word to Rex, Liam rode the mirrored elevator back downstairs, dressed, and called himself an Uber. From the backseat, he ordered a pizza. He then texted Jason and told him to cue up Netflix. Liam smiled. He was glad to be rid of the Rolex, but he was keeping the Porsche. He fucking earned it. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link