Page 22 of The Billionaire's Service

Taylor tilted his head slightly to the right. “Rules?”

“Yes. The first is that you don’t ever do anything you don’t want to do. We will have safe words, and any time your sexual relationship with us interferes with something else of importance, we’ll bring it to an end. Your wellbeing is the top priority always.”

Taylor nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes, and thank you so much for that. I appreciate it.”

“The second rule is that you defer to both Nicolas and me. We want it understood that I am senior to you in everything that happens when our clothes come off.” When the words first started to flow, they were foreign to me, but they felt right by the time I finished the sentences. I smiled as I waited for Taylor’s response.

“Of course Mr. Rowley. I completely understand that. I’m sort of the bottom’s bottom.” He giggled softly, and I laughed along with him.

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The next play session with Taylor was more rugged and rough than anything I experienced in the past with Nicolas. I spent very little of the time in bondage. Taylor was the eager plaything for both of us.

While he tied Taylor up, Nicolas spent time patiently teaching me his rope bondage methodology. Taylor was a willing test subject. I made mistakes a few times, but Nicolas kept the shears close to free Taylor if I made any significant blunders.

Three hours into our play, both Nicolas and I lounged sweaty and naked on chairs while Taylor rested on the floor on his knees. He had his in my crotch, slowly licking and caressing me.

Nicolas and both came, but we denied Taylor the pleasure. At the peak of our play session, Nicolas came into my mouth.

I was between Nicolas’ legs while he slowly and methodically flogged Taylor against the wall. Later, I came in Taylor’s mouth. He was bound to a chair, and I pumped forward and back while Nicolas and I kissed passionately.

Nicolas observed, “This is a great way to spend an afternoon. “

I had a goofy grin on my face for much of the day. I agreed with the statement and ran my fingers through Taylor’s sweaty blond locks.

While Taylor hummed, I said, “Taylor is a good boy. He understands his place.”

Taylor responded by laying his cheek along my thigh. He smiled up at me while he slowly licked his lips. His eyes were glassy with desire.

Nicolas asked, “Should we let the boy come?”

I raked my fingers through Taylor’s hair and smiled down at him. He kept his eyes locked on mine while he waited for the answer. I said,” He has been a very good boy. I think he’s earned it.”

Taylor’s eyes sparkled, and he kissed the head of my cock.

Nicolas’ choice for the climax of Taylor’s day was simple but effective. He bound Taylor’s wrists and then threw him over his shoulder to carry him to the back corner of the studio. Nicolas roped Taylor into a simple hogtie and rolled him over to lie on his side among the pillows and cushions. Nicolas placed a ball gag between Taylor’s teeth while I relaxed on the cushions.

I began to stroke Taylor’s cock with one hand and caressed his strong, smooth chest with the other. Nicolas penetrated from behind with his fingers, ultimately finding the nob of Taylor’s prostate. For his part, Taylor moaned and writhed. I watched as his head rolled back and his Adam’s apple rose and fell. He was in ecstasy, and I loved the control that I shared with my Master.

With Taylor close to the edge, Nicolas whispered to me to stop. I pulled my fingers back and then kissed my Master over Taylor’s throbbing body. We took Taylor closer to the edge and stopped three more times.

Finally, Nicolas leaned down and whispered into Taylor’s ear, “Come.”

Taylor obeyed and came with an explosive climax. His body convulsed and writhed while he shot a massive load into my hand.

When Taylor’s shuddering came to an end, we were all exhausted. Nicolas released the gag and untied Taylor’s wrists. We all settled into a naked, intertwined heap.

I think all three of us fell asleep. Taylor was the first to wake up, and he ran his fingers over my chest and played with a nipple. I opened my eyes and smiled. Taylor rolled over, and we both caressed Nicolas’ body until his eyes fluttered back into wakefulness, too.

We all spent the next hour sharing stories and talking about Taylor’s dreams for his future. He had impressive ambitions in the arts, and Nicolas encouraged him. Nicolas didn’t think the goals were outside of the realm of possibility. He believed Taylor had the talent to succeed.

I relaxed while Nicolas and Taylor talked about details of the art world that I didn’t understand. I was content to lie back and listen to their voices echoing off the walls of the studio while I basked in my blissful memories.

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