Clue 06

Clue 06

A trial and an accident in Sedona

All characters described in this story 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 perio. Cam and Dec met in Clue 01, vacationed in Ireland in Clue 02 and 03, and started work at GAI Enterprises in Clue 04, and were "courted" by their boss Rupert in Clue 05--but this story is more or less standalone. Copyright ©2024, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

The setting is a large ranch, one of just a few on large acerage, in an exclusive club just outside Sedona. The story continues in Cam's voice....

The evening began to cool. But Rupert had been here before. And done this before. He knew what to expect and how to orchestrate "his" party. There were six of us, well seven, including Stevie (perhaps the young ranch manager, perhaps Rupert's boy-toy): Rupert, Mac (Rupert's apparent live in boyfriend with benefits), Will Josephs, Andy Rosefield (presumably together: Will was a senior coder—at the "old" age of 27 while Andy was in administration—finance—both associates at GAI), Dec and me. We were all dressed in tight tees and sweat shorts (camo), not exactly cold weather gear. But the ranch great room was warm—and these outfits had been laid out on the beds of our rooms when we arrived. The shorts were obviously custom, with basket supports up front and a curious opening of overlapping fabric at the rear. The tees were logo-ed with "Sedona Heights Nights." Clearly the uniform of the day. So we slid into them and headed for the first festivities of the weekend.

We entered a little late—thanks to Dec's demand for a 20 minute quickie to take "my edge off"--to find everyone else already there. Using a remote, Rupert aimed at a huge stone fireplace that bisected the windowed-view and sent out the signal. Seconds later flames leapt up, in and over the enormous logs that had been set in the walk-in firebox. The lights dimmed, leaving us mostly with flickering light as the sun had already set over the red desert beyond the giant windows. But featured groupings of giant rocks had been carefully lit to emphasize their unique beauty. Very romantic. With many of the comfortable sofas and over-sized chairs in shadow scattered around the large tall-timbered space.

Stevie was bartending, dressed only in a scarlet bow tie and a silky thong in pure white with tiny shirt-like buttons up the front—very Chip/Dale. He was slim, lightly muscled and boyish except for the rounded bubble framed by the black silken straps of the thong and what appeared to be a grown man's dick held vertically in semi-erection behind the pouch. Really the epitome of the clichéd boy-toy. Stevie may be a slight and effeminate, but he's definitely hung.

Rupert might be predictable and successful in the gaming industry, but he was a totally unpredictable lion (or tiger?) in this social setting. And I guess we were all the prey. But this wasn't a hunt. He had corralled all of us in splendor, was plying us with drinks and the beauty of a wealthy man's get-away ranch.

He established himself in a large dark leather chair facing the view and the fire—like a lord ascending his throne, ready for the evening's entertainment. Pointing to seating areas to either side, he invited all of us to do likewise. The conversation until then had been casual—mostly remarking about the spectacularly lit landscape, the massive masculine pieces of leather furniture that filled the ranch and our planned activities for the next day. But, there was sexual tension. Everyone knew (or guessed) that away from Los Gatos, Rupert took what he wanted, when he wanted. We were all there, more or less, for his amusement. Dressed identically except for Stevie. Remarkably similar in size and shape. And all very presentable pieces of man-flesh. I think we all knew what was expected of us. He was the stallion who would make his way through the herd during the weekend or the tiger that would pounce on his prey at will. Where would he start?

When Rupert sat, he lit up the wide screen over the fireplace (to porn, of course, but with the sound low—scenes obviously filmed at this ranch or in his pool house in Los Gatos). Without a word, Rupert had changed the scope and style of the retreat. It went from cowboy ranch to porn video club instantly. He reached over and pulled Will, who had been lingering very close, into his lap. Will moved in easily and familiarly. He had been here before. He placed his drink on the table and wound his arms behind Rupert's neck as Rupert pulled him tightly in. Rupert instantly became oblivious to all of the rest of us as he began to fondle Will. Their lips touched and Rupert's tongue very obviously took possession of Will's mouth. Their chests collided—Will's small and boy-like compared to Rupert's massive development. Although a full grown, muscular hunk, Will was like a toy in a giant's lap. Rupert was that big.

Rupert's hands invaded behind and under the sweats, stretching the cheeks apart so his fingers had free access to the Will's rim. Will was a hungry slut. He rose on his knees, straddling Rupert to give him maximum access as Rupert spread the fabric over his butt, exposing Will to all of us. Then Will sat quickly, impaling himself on Rupert's cock. Clever design for those shorts! I'll have to find them on the internet for when Dec and I are back home. And how had Will taken that massive pole without prep or lube?

Neither paid us any attention as Will began to bounce athletically on what was obviously a giant dick. His arms went to Rupert's shoulder for balance as he moved athletically in Rupert's lap. We could see his eyes go wide each time that Rupert's bulbous cockhead struck home at his love nut. Within minutes, he moaned loudly, whispered "Oh, boss, fuck, yes, right there, boss," squirmed in Rupert's lap, tensed, spasmed and fell limp on his boss's chest. Rupert stretched out his legs and continued to pound up into Will for another minute or two. Then he too stiffened and unloaded. He held Will tightly, plugging his cum deep inside as Will's face rested on Rupert's massive pecs, as thoroughly fucked as I've ever seen anyone.

The aroma of musk soon blended with the smoky fireplace emissions—adding yet another element of realism to the sexual activity on the screen. Jesus, Rupert had fucked Will in front of all of us without saying a word as though it were just another scene on the screen porn. Then I realized that the scene in the porn was of Will and Andy, fucking in the pool house. I recognized the setting. Somehow, I knew Rupert had a similar flic of Dec and me.

The real weekend had begun. Rupert was showing us what he meant when he said that he was a different guy away from Los Gatos—and that there was nothing he wouldn't try, and no one he wouldn't take. He was lord of this manor. This wasn't GAI, and we weren't "associates" anymore. We were his boys, or maybe his toys.

The mood of the room changed subtly and immediately. Andy pulled Mac into another large leather chair-sofa, and they began to make out and shed clothing. Mac was silent, his eyes glued to Rupert and Will, but Andy was a boisterous top, announcing his plunges and shouting out his pleasure, filling the room with his words. Mac had no choice. Or maybe he needed to show Rupert that he was okay with the games that Rupert apparently enjoyed at the ranch. At any rate, it really didn't matter. He was being pounded with enthusiasm. He couldn't resist. He let out a moan, and despite himself, began to enjoy Andy's thrusts.

Dec and I were seated side by side on a sofa facing Rupert and Will, mesmerized by the open display of sexuality. Even after the frequent nudity and obvious sexuality of the game playing at Gaylord and years of clubbing, Dec and I were still not into full public sex. Nudity yes, foreplay of course, not public sex. But, we weren't statues. We both pulled obvious pull hard-ons.

Stevie approached, pushed Dec's knees apart and knelt into the vee. Without a word, he started to suck on Dec's cock—through the sweats. Dec looked over at me, and I nodded before leaning in and giving him an approval peck.

Dec reached down and pulled his cock out from the confining sweats, then held Stevie's head in place. Stevie went to work with lips, tongue and fingers as Dec slowly slipped lower in the seat and periodically levitated his ass to go deeper. Stevie pushed his ass up and swayed it from side to side in obvious temptation. A few minutes later, he backed off slightly, climbed up and stretched out over my lap, as his lips continued to attack Dec's cock. Stevie pushed his cute little butt up toward me and wiggled it provocatively. Fuck! Who was I to resist? My hand moved automatically to the ripe melons, squeezing and plunging spit-lubed fingers inside. It was exactly what he wanted! He swallowed Dec to the root like the pro he was.

The entire room was transformed into a gay downtown sauna after midnight on a Saturday night. My expectations were completely fulfilled. Clothes were shed along with any semblance of decorum. This was an orgy, plain and simple.

Dec looked over at me and raised his hands, palms up, in resignation. He had anticipated this, and had decided to go along. Another few days of play with the big guy (or even a little guy like Stevie) wasn't going to destroy us. Then he bent over and kissed me again, whispering, "We can handle this, Cam." As he exploded into Stevie's throat.

I found Stevie's nut and pushed hard. His ass rose slightly from my lap urging my fingers harder and deeper as he came hard into his thong, soaking it to transparency. Then, quite casually, he rose from our laps, went back to the bar, stripped off the cum-filled thong and began to offer additional drinks all around.

Later we broke for grazing on finger foods which had been set out for dinner. By then, we were all nude or nearly so. Rupert was in his element and in command—towering over all of us by at least six inches, with a barrel chest, bulging guns and, of course, the biggest bat in the room. His hands were everywhere—patting asses, teasing nipples, squeezing dicks, cupping balls, keeping the sexual tension at a peak. Once or twice, he murmured at me, "Relax. Not tonight for you. But tomorrow, Cam. You're mine tomorrow."

But, not much later, he left with Will and Andy. I guessed it was going to be a threesome. Stevie paired off with Mac, and they too left. Curiously, Rupert seemed to have respected our stated intention to remain a couple. I guess Stevie's performance was either unscripted—or Rupert had been using him to see just how far we were prepared to participate. At any rate, Dec and I left together for our room, totally aroused and ready to play. Stevie had taken his edge—but I alone among the seven of us had not yet cum. Dec was in for a ride. And he knew it.

Our room was large, modern and minimalist (almost sterile). The centerpiece, of course, was a king facing a full wall of glass—and the rocky landscape had been artfully illuminated. It was total zen. Not the slightest hint of a dungeon. I looked around and spotted the eye high in the corner, in shadow. I went to the bath, grabbed some toothpaste and reached up to smear it over the lens. Dec and I were not about to make another private flic for Rupert.

I had had enough orgy for one night. This was going to be all about affection, love. For months, Cam and I had enjoyed each other, screwing every day, learning the points of highest sensitivity. But, it took being with others, watching others fuck, the danger of perhaps being prey ourselves to bring out the affection we had developed for each other. He was mine, plain and simple. It was more than sex. It was love. I wanted this guy more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.

Dec stretched out in invitation as I fell into his open arms. I covered and cocooned him, drawing him tightly under me, possessing, yet caressing. What a spectacular feeling to be holding someone both hard and soft, hot and inviting. We squirmed and wrestled, rolled and massaged. Lips often touching. Tongues dueling. Hands trailing over engorged nipples, roiling balls, and, of course, throbbing dicks.

Then, I knelt between his wide spread legs and dove in, swallowing most of his beautiful cock. Slowly he pulled his legs back toward the headboard, wincing just a bit as he did so and rolled into place. I didn't fully process the pain he was showing. Probably just a momentary cramp. But, fuck, in that position, he was the sexiest man alive. My tongue emerged and bathed his hot, sweaty balls. The taste and smell of his musk was intense. Then I trailed down his taint and as my hands pulled his cheeks apart, my tongue invaded. Dec began his expected monologue, "Cam, you've got the most talented fuckin tongue in the universe. Luv it when you eat me. I'm your fuckin banquet. Oh, Fuck! So good. Sooooo good. I'm yours, Cam. Mmmmmm. Fuck, yes. There. Only yours. Deeper. I'm so fuckin full. Yeah. You are so fuckin good."

I came up for air, stared down at his beauty, released his calves and pushed him over onto his side. His left leg moved immediately forward, presenting and opening up for CJ. I spooned in, lubed and aimed. Simultaneously, my hand went around to steady him as I pressured and plunged, hitting the nut immediately. He moaned, whistled and began to hum. I bottomed and was rewarded with a fresh dollop of precum. So I moved my hand up to his lips to give him a taste, then to a pec to work the cream in and worry his tit. The aroma was fantastic. Pure musk. Pure Dec musk. Mixing with my own. The most masculine and wonderful perfume in the world. At first, I brought him tightly into me. I wanted to completely pull him inside. But, I couldn't hold the pressure of our tight embrace. It soon brought me to a frenzy. An evening of live porn had edged me to the brink.

I drew my ass back withdrawing my cock a few inches and slid in again. Then I started to pound. Release and pound. Pound and release. Scrape the nut. Punch the nut. Deeper and deeper with each thrust. Finally, his inner ring released. I was buried to the root. Totally filling and stretching his chute. My balls clashing against his ass. Beyond heaven. So much pleasure. So much possession. CJ was throbbing with excitement. At last he was the guest of honor at the party. Our party. And realizing that, he stretched to a size and length that I thought him incapable of achieving. Fuck, he was trying out for porn. Again.

Soon Dec had another little surprise. He clamped his chute muscles hard on my shaft and held me inside. I could almost hear CJ screaming in strangulation. He was holding me at the bitter edge. I froze, but still I felt the spunk moving deep down inside, blocked at my taint by the pressure of his anal muscles. First a spasm. Dec felt it on his nut. I felt him jolt. But I was dry. Then another. Dry again. "Let me cum, fucker. Let me cum." A slight release. Then I felt the insane pleasure of the flow of spunk as it slipped through the restriction and climbed the vas inside my shaft.

I tightened my glutes and pushed in as deeply as I could. The bulb expanded. And then the inevitable. I exploded inside. One giant blast. Followed by three more, each almost as powerful. My balls were empty at last. But, Dec was full. Of me. I strained to stay deep and big, plugging my seeds inside. I could almost feel the tension in his gut, down deep. My guys moved slowly, but soon captured his entire body. My Vikings had populated his village and were taking no prisoners! He stiffened from toe to head, shuddered and shot a massive release into my fist. Then we both froze. Finally, he wiggled his butt signaling that he was still alive—and that he needed to breathe! I rolled him full over and stretched out above, my head falling onto his shoulder as my lips sucked on his earlobes and my fingers spread his cream over his abs and pecs.

We were drenched in sweat. The sheets were moist with his cum. But neither of us moved to change anything. Our heartbeats began to slow and I, for one, felt the chill. I carefully reached down and pulled a duvet over us against the night cold. Then, both of us dropped into dreamland, intoxicated by the masculine scented air trapped under the duvet. It may have been one of the best fucks we had ever experienced. Certainly it was for me. If it took the threat of Rupert to produce such intensity, I was open for more. Much more.

******

We had decided to hike the next day. So we rose with the sun, dressed in jeans, tees, hoodies, against the early morning chill, and hiking boots. We headed down to a silent and vacant kitchen. No one else had yet arisen. We made coffee with the elaborate barista contraption, downed a few rolls, and pulled water bottles and a few pieces of fruit for our hiking back packs.

Soon, as the sun rose over the terrain, we were walking quickly into the depths of the high mesa. It was fragrant with mesquite—and smoke from the various ranch fireplaces that had warmed the past night. It was dry, but obviously it had rained recently. As the sun rose, the colorful flowers dotting the bodies of the cacti began to open. It was a riot of oranges, reds and yellows. Within a half hour all signs of civilization, save the well-trodden path that we followed, had disappeared. We were in the high desert. Alone. Quiet. Feeling small in the midst of such incredible wonder. Fully aware of each other. Both dreaming of the partner at our side.

We spotted a lazy rattler, fairly large, but fortunately 50 feet or more away, as it slithered silently and slowly from its burrow to a large flat stone—where it would absorb the morning heat of the sun. There were several long-eared and legged jack rabbits, grazing on the sparse desert grass. We stopped and watched a pair of hummingbirds feed on the nectar of a cactus flower, their wings all a blur. It was a Peaceable Kingdom. I reached over and took Dec's hand. I pulled him in. We embraced and shared our espresso breath with our first kiss of the morning. My hands went to his muscular glutes and squeezed them possessively. All was indeed right with our world. I knew I loved this guy.

Later we were walking quietly, relishing the beauty of the natural surroundings, holding hands and maybe dreaming a bit. In just a day or so, we would have the preliminary reviews from the BETA testers. We were sure our Viking Raids would be a hit. And that our reps as game inventors would be solid. And it seemed that Rupert was mostly going to give us a pass for another weekend, although he had signaled his intent to corner me tonight. I had conveyed Rupert's comment to Dec. He had smiled and enigmatically, said, "Whatever." Was that approval? Or permission? Both of us knew a refusal might have job security consequences. We had expected he would make a play for one or both of us. We were after all the new candy in the store. But that wasn't going to spoil the wonder of the moment together.

Near the top of a gentle rise which gave us 360 views of a warming desert, coming alive in the birght sunshine, we reached a point in the path where a giant rock bisected the path in front of us. There was a steep embankment on one side, so we moved to the inside of the rock, single-file. I took the lead. Unexpectedly, a mature javelina, looking fierce and disturbed appeared before me. He wasn't huge—about the size of a medium-sized pig, hairy and with fierce looking canines—sort of like a cousin to a wild boar. He looked fierce. But, he didn't charge or threaten. In fact, I think we scared him more than he scared us. He moved quickly to escape, choosing to use the path near me in the direction from which we had come.

Thinking he was charging, I jumped back in surprise as his flank brushed my leg, and fell into Dec. He grabbed me to prevent a fall, but he too was surprised and off-balance. So we both collapsed into the giant red boulder on the side of the path and hit the ground hard. Clumsily, I landed on Dec and heard the telltale snap that signaled a broken bone. I had forced his leg to bend unnaturally over a smaller rock. There was really no question. He had probably broken something—perhaps an ankle, maybe higher below the knee. I could see the instant pain on his face. We both knew.