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Clue Ch 07

Clue Ch 07

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Clue Ch 07

Further Adventures 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. In Clue 06, Dec had an accident and received difficult news about his condition. This story is more or less standalone. Copyright ©2024, Brunosden. All rights reserved.

In the last chapter, Cam's significant other, Declan, had fallen while on a hike, broken a tibia, and, when he was in the ER, an x-ray suggested (and it was later confirmed) that he had a previously undiagnosed rare bone degenerative condition. There was treatment, but the therapy was expensive and available in only a few medical centers.

Cam and Dec are now "home" at Rupert Gaylord's palatial Sedona ranch where they had been invited for a weekend of R&R, mostly it seems in bed. Dec's lower leg is in a hard cast, but a flex cast had been fitted on both legs from the hip down to prevent further injury as a result of the newly diagnosed condition.

Rupert had flown in a group of young guys, all associates at GAI, to party with him for the weekend. Both Cam Clay and Declan Hardy are game designers, employed at GAI in Silicon Valley. They are partners, young, attractive hunks at the beginning of a committed relationship, although by mutual agreement, they've "spiced" up their relationship from time to time.

The diagnosis came as a shock to the two young men who, like most their age, assumed personal invincibility and perfect health.

Rupert is the CEO and major stockholder of GAI. His near twin brother, Peter, another giant of a man, runs a similarly successful software business for the financial industry in Ireland—and publishes, on the side and secretly, the R and X versions of the games developed at GAI (which GAI itself publishes for the mass gaming market). He also owns and operates Rainbow Castle. Peter had invited Cam and Dec to visit the B&B during a holiday in Ireland before they started work. During the few days they spent together, Peter had seduced Cam and took him to his bed for an all night session of intense sexuality. Dec, in another room of the castle, had acted out a Viking rape scene with Peter's FWB. At the time, they didn't know Peter and Rupert were brothers, nearly twins, only 11 months apart and with near identical genes and appearance—and sexual appetites.

Cam remains the narrator....

When I entered the great room, it was déjà vu all over again (with apologies to Yogi). Everyone was dressed casually in new sweats and tees, the prescribed uniform of the Sedona ranch. Porn was playing on the wide-screen. A roaring fire lit the room with flickering dim light. Rupert towered over all of us by at least six inches. He had the build of a rugby pro, the complexion and demeanor of a Viking and the sexual appetite of a randy teen. Stevie was behind the bar—today with a baby blue bow tie in lieu of the scarlet he had worn the previous night. He alone was bare-chested and wearing a sexy thong. He handed me my poison, Jack and Coke, as I thanked him for his quick response to Dec's emergency that afternoon. I added that Dec was resting comfortably at present, probably so drugged that he wasn't missing anything.

Rupert beckoned me to his side. He was back to being in charge. "We've arranged for a private duty nurse for Dec. He's arriving in a few minutes. He'll spend the night and ensure that Dec is well cared for. I don't think it's wise for you to share his bed tonight. You might injure him without realizing it. You are welcome in mine, if you wish. I'm hoping you'll get at least some enjoyment from this trip."

"I've called my concierge doc, and he is arranging for additional tests at the Med Center to confirm the COPS diagnosis and set out a treatment and therapy regimen. So we'll fly back home tomorrow. When we get there, you and Dec are going to move into my home in Los Gatos. I have a houseman, a gym and a trainer—and a concierge doc. You cannot handle this alone, Cam. And we're not going to discuss it. I need you to guide Viking Raid through the Beta process and launch, and I've bought another concept that I want you to develop. Dec, I'm sure will be occupied somewhat with PT and such, but when he's not, he'll be working with you. This is not a suggestion, by the way."

"And I've promised myself a shot at your unbelievable ass. Later tonight if you're willing Now enjoy the evening. And somehow, I think I'm really going to enjoy the night." Then he chuckled, "You guys really didn't need to stage an accident to avoid my bed. I don't rape. I told you that. But, somehow, I think fate has intervened. And I'm sure I can persuade you to let me help you." He paused again for emphasis. "To relax tonight. And to cope in the coming weeks. You are one of my boys, Cam. And I take care of mine. I promise to give you back to Dec in time, perhaps a little wiser and with a little more experience. I'm not ready to settle down yet anyway."

Rupert had worked it all out. And taken charge. And I needed to let him for Dec's sake. So I decided to let things flow—and maybe even enjoy it. After all, my night with his near twin, Peter, near Shannon Airport, had been one of the most intense and enjoyable physical encounters of my life. It hadn't ruined me. And it hadn't harmed my relationship with Dec. And now our commitment was stronger than ever.

The evening continued as it had the previous night—an extended cocktail hour with a wide-screen porn playing over a large crackling fire. Tonight, Rupert had Andy in his lap, clearly an equal opportunity employer! Mac was fucking Will on the sofa, and Will, obviously a happy bottom was enjoying the encounter as he had the previous night with Rupert. I now understood him: plain and simple, he and Andy were sluts, available to Rupert whenever. And within minutes Scottie was kneeling before me sucking away my first load of the night. COCKtail hour at the ranch was really quite literally enjoyed.

Dinner was called—a barbeque catered by Heights Hotel Sedona—on the terrace where space heaters warmed the chilled air and a large fire-pit glowed with heat. It was a terrific meal, presented and served by pros—who ignored our near nudity, quietly cleaned up, and left without a trace.

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I went to check on Dec. The nurse had arrived, a beefy middle-aged guy who had seen it all. He clearly knew what he was doing. He was in a large chair near the bed reading in the dim light, Kindle I assumed, on his Ipad. Dec was sleeping. "He's out for the night. Don't worry. I won't sleep even though he is not in any real danger. I've done this before."

So I returned to the terrace just as the party was breaking up. Will and Andy left together, and Mac headed for a guest suite. I guessed that Rupert had banished him from their bed for another night. Scottie followed like the good little puppy he was. He was everybody's comfort pet. I guessed he was going to get another taste of (or a ride on) Mac's long thin dick tonight.

I wondered about Mac. In Los Gatos, he seemed to be Rupert's boy friend—despite the open nature of their relationship. But, here in Sedona, Rupert had yet to touch him. They barely spoke. How did he feel about this? Why did he stay? Of course, we all know that love can make you do unusual things. Mac was in love, and he was willing to wait, as long as it took, for Rupert to settle down with him. In the meantime, he was reluctantly okay with taking Rupert's leavings and accepting Rupert's appetites. He probably knew that if he showed any sign of possessiveness, it was all over for them. I felt sorry for him. But, he's a big boy and knows what he's doing. And he's not exactly living in poverty and pain. Well, maybe a little pain. Scottie will have to take care of that.

This left Rupert and me alone on the quiet terrace on either side of the fire-pit as the embers glowed and reddened our faces with color and heat. I looked over at him. He was definitely in his element. He was staring into the distance, arms crossed over his chest, legs spread apart in a regal pose, apparently surveying all he owned and controlled. The rawness of the landscape, the sparkling sky, the glowing embers. We could have been in this situation a thousand years ago. He, the invading Viking. Superhuman in size. With long black hair. Manscaped facial hair. Enormously muscled. Swarthy skin aglow with the health of the outdoors. His sweats stuffed with porn-sized equipment. Only the two-edged sabre hanging from his waist was missing. Or maybe it wasn't!

Rupert approached and drew me into an embrace. He whispered as his hands spread over my butt and pulled me hard into his erection, "You are one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen, Cam. I knew I had to have you when I saw the video you submitted with your application to Gaylord. So long ago. You could have had a career in film—even porn. You've got the face, the body, the ass and the dick for it. I shared my attraction with Peter. And the fucker! He beat me to you. I've been waiting for tonight for a long time, Cam. It's my turn. Let's head in."

(Fuck. With those words he confirmed everything I had imagined. He knew all about me from Gaylord. Probably had videos of some of my private parties. And he had been effectively stalking me for years! It was a little creepy. And But, it was a little flattering. I guess Rupert was correct in his assessment of me a few weeks ago: a young cock, easily flattered, easy to fall in love, but, in extremis, ready to do what seems inevitable—and enjoyable—at any time. Maybe I wasn't so different from Will or Andy after all.)

*****

His room was on the other side of the ranch from all the guest suites. It was of course large with high timbered ceilings and full window walls framing the exotic red landscape. Another fire burned in the stone fireplace—the only light in the room. I entered first and headed for the view, mesmerized with its natural, masculine beauty. Rupert stepped up behind me and pulled off my tee. His fingers moved instantly to my tits. He cupped the pecs and automatically began to roll my nipples between two fingers, I fell back into him. I was his. He knew my weakest spot. "Beautiful, isn't it? And I own it. When I'm here, I feel so powerful."

"You are powerful. In every way known to mankind. You are a true master of the universe. Shall I call you Sir? Or Lord? Or shall I call you Perry?"

"No, that's Mac's thing. And his alone."

Then he pulled off his shirt, spun me and drew me back into his chest—my head barely reaching his wide shoulders. His fur was soft, but the flesh beneath it was gym-hard. I shivered a bit at his size and power.

"Cold?"

"Not at all. Just a little apprehensive."

"But you're an experienced gay young man. What is there to be scared of?" But, he did snicker at that comment. He obviously knew how big he was. And, if he was like Peter, the extent of his ability to ravish a young man repeatedly , almost violently, over few hours.

He pushed my sweats to the floor and cupped my balls and shaft into his massive hands.

"You're my boss. Dec and I are totally in your hands right now. Literally and figuratively. Anything you want. Anything."

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"I've told you before, Cam. I don't rape. If you want to leave, do it now. I'll be very unhappy. But, you will still have a job. And Dec's physical issues will be taken care of. But, you need to choose. I won't have you accusing me of rape. You need to tell me you want it. Now." True to his word, he had given me an out. But, his hands on my balls and cock felt right, and the dollop of precum at the tip of my cock answered for me. His enormous hands felt wonderful. I was with a giant—an unusual, frightening and thrilling opportunity for any young gay guy. He was going to help me to forget all the worries that had developed that day. And he was going to take care of me and Dec.

I pushed down his sweats which hung up momentarily on his rigid cock. I knew it was huge. I had seen it erect and outlined in his swimsuit when we had played Clue in Los Gatos. And we had all seen it briefly as he fucked Will and Andy, last night and tonight. But holding it in my palm was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was long and thick, heavy and moist. Really heavy, like one of those huge salamis hanging in the Italian deli. My fingers didn't touch and one hand covered much less than half its length. He was as endowed as Peter had been. He had an instrument of potential pleasure like few in the world. The biggest cock I'd ever held.

"How could I resist this, Rupert?" I slipped from his grasp and knelt before him. His cock hit my cheek and left a trail of musky pre-cum. I opened and took him in. Just the tip at first, as he spread my lips, then deeper and deeper. His hands went to my head and my hair tangled in his fingers. He wasn't holding me tight. He wasn't going to face-fuck me. He knew he was too big for that. He wanted me to manage the interaction, but he clearly was enjoying my skill. I took more than half, sucked hard and used my tongue. Then I tilted my head back and looked up into his dark, almost blue-black eyes, rolling my tongue up the back side, finally catching the corona in my lips. I sucked on his essence. He stared down, revealing a tenderness and concern that was totally uncharacteristic for a man of his size and power. My hands reached up to his sacs. I could feel the tension and the heat that was being generated by his baby-making machinery. I fondled and pulled them down away from his body. He groaned and widened his stance, giving me access to anything I wanted. I reached under, massaged the taint and allowed my index finger to rim and enter his anus. Even then, he drew the fingertip inside. I could tell his passion was already boiling.

Then he pushed me back, reached down, picked me up like a cradled babe and carried me to his bed. He placed me gently in the center and stretched out beside me. He was heavy. So I naturally rolled into him. His lips touched mine as we slowly tongue-dueled. Then I felt the lubed finger probing my rim, circling a few times, entering to the knuckle, withdrawing and entering again, freshly lubed. This time he went deeper and found and petted the nut. Fuck, his mere finger was as large as many dicks.

I moved on top and felt his other hand holding my cheeks gently apart as a second finger joined in opening me. My lips trailed down his chin to his neck and chest. I sucked a hickey on his pec and finally took his rigid nipple inside. Like most men, this was one of his most sensitive erogenous points. As I bit down, I felt his cock, riding on my abs, twitch and spasm. Precum flowed, hot and gooey. His fingers moved faster, widening my chute and punishing my prostate, while his other hand continued to massage my left glute. My gentle giant was definitely climbing the beanstalk of passion.

I shivered again imagining the power in that rigid tool.

"Except with Mac, I always use protection. I know Mac and I are frequently tested. I'm not a threat, Cam. My dick wants to feel your chute. Like my ancestral Celtic forebears. Let me in bare."

"Fuck, why not? Dec and I have been exclusive—at least anally--for months. They probably don't make wrappers big enough for you anyway. But, you're going to have to do it soon. If you want me to cum with you, that is. I'm really ready."

"Sit up and ride me, Cam. You control the depth and the speed. And I get to stare into your soul."

"Yes, sir!" As he released his hold on my butt, I straddled. He handed me the tube of Astroglide. I took several doses and smeared his cock and my rim, reaching as deep as I could. Then, I rose on my knees and aimed his cockhead. He stiffened and I backed down, taking the head inside. There was pain, but I could handle it. So I continued with little bounces, resting my hands on his pecs and gaining more depth with each plunge. The head crowded into my prostate and sent the familiar shocks of pleasure up my spine. I rested there, savoring each throb which translated to pleasure. I smiled down at my guy giving him the go-ahead to plunge still deeper.

It was his turn. He flattened his feet on the bed and raised his knees, positioning for action. I felt the pressure and the stretch. Fuck he was so big. So hot. I was so full. I could easily feel the heartbeat in his shaft and the dribble of pre-cum as he continued up into me. He reached deep into my gut and froze again. Thank God I wasn't a virgin! Finally, I pushed down hard. He bottomed and I felt his pubes on my cheeks. He was in. All the way! I had taken the monster inside. I couldn't believe the intensity of the pressure on my prostate!

I pushed away from his chest and sat upright on his loins, positioning his rigid member squarely on my bundle of love nerves. "Right there! Yes! Oh, fuck that's good!" Using his massive hands, he lifted and dropped me a few times, hitting the prostate with each re-entry. Then using his powerful rugby thighs, he started to push up into me. I dropped back onto his chest and our lips met again. He gripped me tight to his chest and began the punishing assault that he alone controlled. His thighs rose repeatedly, pushing his shaft deeply inside each time, stretching my chute to the limits. Once or twice, he froze and we both dropped back a bit on our arousal. Fuck, he knew how to use that weapon. He could edge with the best of them.

Finally he launched his ass from the bed, holding our chests tightly together. I could feel his abs tighten, his legs and thighs stiffen and his cock swell. I could feel the spunk rise in the shaft. I could feel the heat. I squeezed hard and noted the shock in his eyes. Then he broke through the barrier. Followed by the spasms. Then the blasts. Two. Then two more. He collapsed back onto the bed and held me tight. We were quiet for a time. But, I could feel his seed-filled cum seeking out hiding places in my gut. That is what it means to be fucked. "Cam, that was every bit as good as I had imagined. You're not only a beautiful boy. You've got a talented boy cunt."

After a few minutes, I felt his dick soften and slowly recede. Followed by a gush of creamy liquid. Rupert grabbed a moist towel from the bedside table and swiped it around to pick up some of the mess. But there was so much. I slipped to my side and pushed my ass back, positioning for him to spoon. Of course he did. I felt like a wee boy in his massive body. And I could feel his softened rod in my crack, promising curtain calls.

We fucked twice more that night. Once he did me missionary. Then he did the slow side-slide that always turned me on the most. Rupert was a terrific and virile lover. And like Peter had done, early the next morning, he flipped over on his belly, spread and asked me to eat and then take him. Believe me, you haven't lived until you've butt-fucked your hunky boss! He was an active, boisterous bottom—as his brother had been. Give me a giant-dicked partner who enjoys being topped as well as bottoming—anytime!

Then we showered. "We're going to leave a little earlier than previously planned. My doc will meet us at the airport in the valley. And he's arranged for Dec to be admitted to the Med Center for several days of tests and observation. You can move your stuff into my place while he's there."

He moved toward the kitchen where he ignored me. He walked over,embraced and kissed Mac. (?!?!?—what the fuck? We had just spent an incredibly physical night! I guess I will never understand the giant entrepreneur—or at least his appetites and his self-centered assurance.)

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