Chapter 47 - Sexavenger Sunday. (Sunday, July 31st).

Brian was pulled out of a very nice dream about getting his cock sucked by the feeling of a wet, warm mouth . . . sucking his cock. *Mmmmmm* That was one of Brian’s favorite ways of waking up. He happily reached down with his hand to grab onto the hair of the head at his crotch and was a little surprised to feel a cap of short curly hair instead of the thick straight mop he’d expected. It quickly occurred to him that the hot, hard cock frotting between his thighs from behind couldn’t possibly belong to the head at his groin, either. Therefore, he deduced, there must be more than one warm body in bed with him this morning.

“Malik? What are you doing back here? Didn’t I just recently find you a bed of your own?” Brian asked, assuming that the head of hair in his hand belonged to the erstwhile Chocolate Twink.

The yummy warmth disappeared from around his cock and Brian heard the voice he’d been expecting. “Yeah. But I missed our morning routine. So I came for a visit.”

“Morning routine? We never had any morning routine.”

“Sure we did. First you would wake up and grumble. Then Cupcake would giggle. Then I’d say something intelligent and witty. Then we’d fuck. That was our routine. And I missed it. Paal never grumbles and I don’t think he even knows HOW to giggle. Although he’s okay with the fucking part. But I just thought a visit would be nice. You know, reliving the good old days and all.”

“I don’t grumble,” Brian grumbled.

*hehehehe* Justin giggled and kept thrusting away with his dick happily ensconced between Brian’s butt cheeks.

“See! Isn’t this fun. Now, tell me you didn’t miss me,” Malik laughed, but went back to his work on Brian’s dick without waiting for a reply.

“I don’t grumble,” Brian insisted, but then almost immediately lost interest in asserting the denial as his body was assaulted from both front and back by happy twinkie morning attentions and he found that the question of whether or not he grumbled was irrelevant.

Brian didn’t really mind the morning routine either.

As soon as he’d escaped from the Twinkie Brigade, Brian made his way down to the Break Room. He knew from past experience that the Sunday in the Sun activities would keep him busy for most of the day and he figured he’d need to get in what private time he could now before things got too crazy. He also wanted to check in on Gus - he hadn’t heard much from Lindsey lately, probably because she was still pissed off at him about the razzing she was getting due to his participation in the Summer of Sin.

Brian hadn’t really missed much from his real life while he’d been holed up here in the Residence. He found that really odd. He would have thought that he’d be sick of the place long before now. But, except for the ongoing conflict with Daniel, Brian had actually enjoyed himself. Yeah, sometimes he missed his privacy - like now. But mostly it had been bearable. Fucking the same few guys over and over wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. There was a lot of variety, because of the game, and like Mal had said earlier, he’d kind of become used to the routine. And he didn’t mind being forced to share his bed every night with a certain blond twink - that part was actually really good, surprisingly enough. To be honest he was actually rather glad to be away from the annoyances of work and real life.

He really missed seeing his Sonny Boy, though. The very first thing he was going to do when this summer was over would be to spend a nice long visit with the boy. Maybe he could even convince the munchers to let him have Gus overnight. Then the idea of maybe seeing if Justin would want to join them popped into his head. Yeah, that might be kind of nice. Brian thought that Justin would probably be great with kids. They could have a boys night and hopefully erase some of the damage that growing up in a houseful of dykes had undoubtedly done to the poor kid. Maybe . . .

Thinking about Gus and what they’d do when he got home, Brian was kind of excited to see that the first email in his inbox was from Melanie.

To: BAK@Ryder.net
From:MMarcus@BDMLaw.net

Re: National Life Renewal Forms

Kinney:

I'm forwarding to you the renewal forms from National Life Insurance for the life insurance policy you agreed to for Gus. The renewal is due by September 15 along with the premium payment. And before you get all shirty on me and accuse me of trying to cheat you or manipulate you, yeah, the premium went way up this year. It's not my fault. It's because YOU turned thirty. So you don't have to send any nasty emails or get your alter-ego, The Shadow, to dig up more dirt on me. Just sign the forms, pay the fucking premium like you promised and then you can go back to your latest fuck toy.

Marcus

“Bitch” Brian muttered - his standard response whenever dealing with Melanie Marcus. He quickly saved the invoice in his ‘Bills’ file. The premium wasn’t due until September. He could easily deal with that after the Summer of Sin was over. He didn’t know why Mel was all hot and bothered about it a month and a half before the payment was due. And what the fuck was the woman talking about some ‘alter-ego’ for? What alter-ego? ‘The Shadow’? Brian had no idea what she was talking about. Whatever drugs the munchers were doing these days, he just wished they’d share - it must be good shit if it was causing so many major delusions.

He didn’t feel like dealing with Melanie today, though, so he just deleted the message from his inbox without responding and moved on to the next email. Unfortunately, the next FIVE emails were from Mikey, and Brian REALLY didn't want to deal with those. Michael had been burning up his email inbox on a daily basis ever since the night he and Justin had played with the big toys. He should have known that little escapade wouldn't escape the Novotny/Kinney radar. He wasn't sure exactly what had Mikey so riled up - although he had several good ideas - because he had been deleting all the messages without reading them. Which seemed like a good idea again this morning. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. See, that was much easier than dealing with Mikey's drama.

Maybe Brian would be safer with a work email?

To: BAK@Ryder.net

From: CEM@Ryder.net

Re: News from the front lines

Hi, Boss!

So, do you want to hear the bad news first or the really bad news? Ok, why don't I start with the bad news?

Brad and Bob lost another one of your accounts on Thursday. This was a big one too - Old Pitt Beer. Needless to say, Ryder was livid. You could hear him screaming at the incompetent schmucks from about three blocks away. The only reason he didn't fire them is that we're so swamped with work right now Ryder would drown if he tried to cut his work force any more. He did give them both pay cuts and said he'll be personally supervising their work from now on. Then, after chewing out their asses for almost an hour, Ryder spent the next hour screaming at the legal department, threatening to castrate Thompkins if he didn't find a way out of that Sabbatical Agreement of yours. From what I could hear - I was clear down the hall mind you, but he WAS yelling pretty loudly - Ryder either wants you back on the job by the end of next week or wants you fired. Be warned!

Now for the really bad news. You might not have a job to come back to. I might not have one either. Remember those rumors about Ryder shopping the agency around for sale? Well, check out who turned up on Friday to take Ryder out to lunch.

In case you don't recognize him, that's Gardner Vance, CEO of VanGuard Advertising. He started off in Chicago, bought two other agencies in the past five years - one in Chicago and one in Cleveland - and now seems interested in the Pitts. The industry rags say that when he bought those other two agencies he fired EVERYONE from the janitors clear up to the executives. And two of your clients are on his list of the top ten accounts he wants in his pocket. He's got lots of money backing him, too.

So, bottom line - even if Marty doesn't find a way to fire you, if Vance buys out the agency, you probably won't have a job to come back to anyway. Nice, huh?

Hope you're having a better summer than I am!

Cynthia

“Shit! Damn those stupid fuckers, messing with MY accounts. Oh, fuck it all!” Brian growled at the computer, fed up with Ryder and the Fuck Up Twins and the whole nine yards. This was just more incentive to open up his own agency where he wouldn’t have to deal with shit like this. He’d either have to win this Summer of Sin competition or find some other way to get the money, but Brian was determined NOT to go back to that hell hole if there was any way he could avoid it.

While Brian was still contemplating how to respond to Cynthia - or if he should even bother - he felt someone come up behind him and two strong, supple hands began to knead his tense shoulders. “Problems?” Justin’s voice was low and calm but even then Brian could hear an undertone of concern in it.

“Just work shit. I really need to just get the fuck out of there. My boss is an ass and the fuckers he has working for him are so incompetent they couldn’t sell water in the desert. I just really need to win this stupid game so I’ll have enough money to start my own agency. Then I won’t have to deal with them anymore.” Brian explained briefly, pausing in his rant to relax into the pleasurable feeling of the wonderful massage that Justin was giving him.

“Well, we’ll just have to make that happen. Won’t we,” Justin affirmed, giving Brian’s delts one last squeeze and then depositing a kiss to the back of Brian’s neck in parting. “Why don’t I just peek at the website for us and see what’s coming up. That way we can try to be ready for whatever they throw at us.”

Justin sat down next to Brian and logged into the second computer. Brian shot off a quick reply to Cynthia telling her to do her best to hold off the dogs while he was gone. There was only a month left to this game. She should be able to hold out that long, right? And if Ryder did sell the agency and he ended up being fired, well so be it. That would definitely be even more of an incentive to Brian to stick it out in the game so he’d win the money. If that happened there’d be no turning back.

“Uh oh . . .” Brian had just hit the send button on his email when he heard the disconcerting groan from his computer companion.

“I hope that’s a good ‘uh oh’,” Brian commented, logging out of his computer and turning to see exactly what Justin had found on the website. “Like an ‘uh oh’ we have to have more fun three-way sex all week long. Or an ‘uh oh’ there’s a rimming challenge coming up. Please tell me it’s that kind of ‘uh oh’, Sunshine.”

“Well, not exactly . . . it’s more of an ‘uh oh’ I don’t think Brian’s going to like this challenge kind of ‘uh oh’, I’m afraid,” Justin was still looking at whatever he’d found on the computer screen, his nose all wrinkled up and his mouth crooked into a worried crease. “Tuesday is listed as ‘Topsy Turvy Tuesday . . . It says that everyone will have to ‘both top and bottom to pass muster’.” Justin turned toward Brian with trepidation, dreading what he might see.

“Shit! Well . . .” Brian collapsed back into his chair pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand. “I fucking knew it was coming. Ted told me right from the start that I could expect this. I’d kinda expected it would have happened already. But . . .” Brian scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Does it say how the challenge is going to be set up? Who we’re going to be paired with?”

“Nope. It doesn’t say anything more,” Justin replied, then he got up and crawled into Brian’s lap, straddling him and gripping onto Brian’s arms with strong hands. “You can do this, Brian. I know it won’t be easy, but I’ve never seen anyone as determined as you. You’ll do just fine. And I’ll do anything I can to help.” Justin punctuated his words with a soft kiss, pressing his certainty into Brian’s lips with a gentle fervor.

Brian didn’t want to think about next Tuesday’s challenge. He didn’t want to think about Mel’s cunty email or Marty Ryder’s sweatshop agency. He would really like to just go back to bed with his two happy, obliging twinks. But, if he couldn’t do that, making out with the blond in his lap right now was a pretty good distraction too. So he kissed back and pretty soon the kiss deepened and morphed until it was a lot more than gentle reassurance.

Just where things might have gone next, they’d never know, because that was when the lights started to flicker in order to call them all outside for yet another Sunday in the Sun.

“Good Morning, my children,” The Master intoned - reminding Brian once more that, after this summer, he never wanted to be called someone’s ‘child’ again. “Since our numbers have sadly dropped, I’m afraid that we no longer have enough players to make team games feasible. Therefore, today’s game will unfortunately be more of the ‘Every Man For Himself’ variety. But, I’m sure you’ll have fun, nonetheless, because I’m sending you on a ‘Sexavenger Hunt’.” Not surprisingly, everyone seemed confused by the name of the challenge, but thankfully, The Master went on with his explanation. “You see, my Sexavenger Hunt is just like a regular scavenger hunt, only with more erotic prizes . . .”

The Master went on to explain all the rules. Each of the Boys would be given a clue to find their first prize. They were all given different first clues so that they wouldn’t be stepping on each other’s toes as they searched. Their next clue would be found with the prize they were looking for. If someone else got to a particular prize first, they would be out of luck for that item, but would still find their clue waiting for them with their name on it. Any prize that was wearable, had to be put on and worn while they continued on with the rest of the search. All other items must be carried with them. They had one hour to search. At the end of that time they would all reassemble in the ‘Play Area’ set up in the center of the lawn.

Campbell - who seemed to be the servant in charge of the game for the day - handed out envelopes with each contestant's first clue. Then he clicked a stop watch to start counting down the time and ordered the boys off on their hunt. Brian tore open his envelope and groaned at his first clue.

"Blue and bubbly, hiding deep. Can you take me on without a peep?"

"Oh, fuck me! I'm too old for this shit!" Brian whined. "Isn't there some law that says it's illegal to subject adults over twenty-one to scavenger hunts?"

"Nope. Sorry, Big Guy," Justin patted him on the shoulder companionably. "You're gonna have to just tough this one out on your own, though. I've got to figure out my own clue and I have no idea what 'Art' has to do with my tongue. Good luck." Then Justin was off and heading for the far edge of the garden.

Brian read through his own clue a couple more times before he thought to head towards the swimming pool. Bubbles and deep might refer to the pool right? Unfortunately, this morning the pool was filled to almost overflowing with an assortment of floating pool toys so anything hiding in the deep would be virtually impossible to see. With a deep grumbling curse, Brian resigned himself to jumping in the pool, even though this meant his hair would then be fucked up for the entire rest of the game. He made his way out onto the diving board, dove into the only patch of clear water he could see and started paddling around the deep end of the pool near the drain. His guess was right though, and he quickly sighted his first prize - a pretty, bubbly blue string of anal beads. He dived, grabbed the toy along with a little waterproof plastic cylinder that had his name on it and which was kept submerged next to the prize by the attachment of a small weight, and kicked for the surface.  

"Fuck you, Theodore! I know you planned this. Hope you're amused," Brian yelled at the nearest camera, shaking the anal beads in his angry fist. The only answer he got though was a bit of laughter coming from one of the servants who'd been standing at the edge of the patio. Brian ignored him, decided to muddle on and pulled off the cap to the cylinder containing his next clue.

"If you can get to the root, the candy is yours. Then afterwards, whoever blows you scores."

"Fuck! Have I mentioned how infantile this game is?" Brian commented as he walked past the still snickering masked servant on his way to look around the garden for something with roots.

After wandering around for a good ten minutes, Brian finally came upon a huge old oak tree with big gnarled roots. Under one of the roots in the back, there was even a hole that led down into the dirt. As distasteful as the prospect was, though, Brian forced himself to kneel in the dirt and snake his hand down into the dark, probably bug-infested, hole under the root. He was rewarded with a handful of canvas which, when fully excavated, proved to be a bag containing all the clues for the rest of the boys as well as his prize - a box of something purporting to be Candy Cock Rings. With a sense of abhorrence at letting anything with that many calories touch his body in any manner, Brian reluctantly pulled the candy ring out of the box, stretched its elastic band and slipped it over his dick. Then he picked up his next clue and his Anal beads and carried on.

Whatever was supposed to be at the end of the next clue - which started off, "I'm soft and pink but hard inside" - was already gone by the time Brian got there. He just grabbed his next clue and hurried on, a little disconcerted by how fast this hour was flying by.

After what Brian regarded as a fairly successful hour long hunt, Campbell blew an airhorn to get their attention and call them all back to the lawn. Brian gathered his prizes, which included not only the blue anal beads and the candy cock ring but also a disposable cell phone, a box of fruit flavored condoms, a certificate entitling him to choose take out for the house on Monday night, a set of gold plated keys (no clue what they went to) and a roll of bondage tape. He was really worried though about what he would be doing with all these items in the next stage of the games.

Justin came ambling up next with his arms full of toys. It didn't surprise Brian in the least that the kid had been really good at this kiddie game - he was the right age for it. Brian planned to tease him relentlessly about that later. Right now Justin simply looked happy and sun kissed and excited, so Brian held his tongue. When the bouncy boy got to the "play area", he dumped his trove of treasures at his feet. Brian spied at least two big dildos in the pile, along with a bottle of massage oil, a big bottle of strawberry flavored lube (yuck), a couple of envelopes which he assumed held gift certificates or something of that sort and a box of edible body paints. The boy was also wearing something atrocious around his crotch - a candy g-string, Brian cringed at the sight - and had a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs dangling from one wrist.

Paal sauntered up next wearing what looked like green fruit leather underwear with a set of fancy, feathered nipple clamps dangling from his chest. He was also carrying a brand new, neon purple dildo, a set of small electroplated pink keys and a bottle of passion pink flavored lube. Justin made the mistake of admiring his nipple clamps, which then led to a long winded discussion of their various booty. Paal was particularly excited by the fact that he'd secured a check for $1000 and a 'Get Out of The Residence For The Day' certificate.

Malik and Daniel appeared at about the same time, both coming out of the house. Mal was wearing a gaudy looking black leather slave collar adorned with too many rhinestone studs and matching black leather wrist cuffs. He also had a couple of the same envelopes that everyone else had which contained certificates or checks, another huge red dildo (this one even bigger than the one Brian remembered from Fourth of July), a black leather paddle and a red braided flogger. Brian wondered how the little twink had ended up the leather daddy for the day, but didn't get a chance to ask since Mal was already bubbling away, telling Justin how he'd found a 'Get Out of A Challenge Free' card.

The last contestant to shuffle up to the gathering was Daniel. He didn't have his hands full of prizes and he wasn't bubbling or bouncing or excited like the others. He was pissed off. You could see the red flush to his skin ten meters away. Of course, you probably wouldn't notice that right away though, because the thing about Daniel that would draw your attention before anything else was the fact that he was now wearing an elaborate stainless steel chastity cage that was fastened around his cock, with his balls tucked through a matching cock ring and the whole thing held on by leather straps and a big padlock. The only thing Daniel carried in his hands was a wicked looking, six inch long, half-moon shaped, black latex object with a shiny gold metal tip. Brian only knew what it was because he'd bought one as a joke for Ted's last birthday - it was a prostate massager. Needless to say, Daniel was not as thrilled with the prizes he'd found as the rest of the boys were.  

Once they were together in what The Master had called the 'Play Area' - a large area of the lawn where thick mats had been set up along with cushions, pillows and other interesting items of furniture - they were directed to make themselves comfortable on the mats. Campbell and his cohorts collected the envelopes with paper prizes in them but left the rest. The head servant then informed them of their next challenge - The Triple Play! The rules for this game were simple; the first person to make at least three of the others cum was the winner. The only catch was that each man had to find some way to use all their toy prizes in the process. And, without giving them any time to process the rules, Campbell blew his airhorn and the game was started.

Justin was the quickest off the mark. It didn't even take him ten seconds before he'd clamped the free cuff of his fuzzy pink handcuffs over Brian's left wrist and had pulled out one of the tubes of his edible body paints. With a tricky little move Brian hadn't even dreamed the boy was capable of, the lad hooked a foot behind Brian's ankle, pushed the bigger man's body backwards and tripped him up onto a convenient pile of pillows. Before Brian even knew what hit him, he was being swabbed all over his genitals with purple paint.

What followed was probably the funniest, fast and furious fuck-fest that had ever been seen in the history of porn. There were dildos flying all over the place, edible clothing and toys were rapidly devoured and everyone ended up daubed artistically - or maybe not so artistically - with Justin's paints. Mal was being just a little too enthusiastic with his new flogger and paddle, until Brian stole the paddle out of his hand and expertly smacked him on the ass with it, leaving a lovely imprint of the word 'Baby' on Mal's plump tush.

Paal refused to relinquish the pink keys to Justin's handcuffs, so he and Brian were cuffed together for the duration of their playtime, which actually worked out well since they teamed up on the others and were doubly effective. It helped their cause that they managed to get Mal and Paal taped together with Brian's bondage tape, leaving them plenty of free time for Brian to expertly administer his new anal beads on Paal and Justin to wield one of his vibrating dildos on Malik. Then, as soon as their victims had cum once, the handcuffed team switched places, grabbed a couple of new toys from the piles surrounding them and did it all over again. And, since both Mal and Paal came the second time almost simultaneously, Justin and Brian declared themselves tied for the win.

The only real loser was Daniel, who was still pouting over the ignominy of the chastity belt and basically refused to participate. He just sat in the corner of the Play Area and glared at the rest of the fun loving fuckers. Brian, who had what he assumed to be the keys for the device and who MIGHT have unlocked Daniel if the boy had agreed to play nice, decided to just ignore the fool and let him stew after Daniel growled at Brian the one time he'd tried to approach. Daniel could stay in the damned thing the rest of the day - fuck that, the rest of the summer - for all Brian cared. In fact he might just have to 'lose' the keys permanently if that was the idiot's attitude.

The rest of the Sunday in the Sun games went off without a hitch. Brian, Justin, Malik and Paal all had a fun day and finally staggered inside late in the afternoon, a little sunburned, completely fucked out and with their arms full of all their new toys. They all piled onto the couch, grateful to finally be allowed to relax. Campbell then surprised them with a dinner of takeout Indian food and a selection of Bollywood movies. The way Paal's eyes lit up when he saw the movies Campbell had chosen was comical. The two of them spent the next ten minutes chatting together in the corner, their heads so close they were almost touching and their hands brushing against each other occasionally as they spoke.

"Shit! Will you look at that? Have you ever seen anything so nauseatingly adorable?" Justin gaped at the sight as Campbell actually took Paal's hand and held it tightly.

"You know he's been bringing Paal coffees every morning? One of those Starbuck's Pumpkin Spice Latte things. I think they taste like shit, but Paal loves them. And big bad old Campbell brings him one every morning." Malik looked completely grossed out, but whether it was because of the idea of the hated coffee drink or the sickly sweet sight of the two lovebirds, wasn't clear.

"Oh, come on guys. I think they're cute," Brian surprised everyone with his interjection. "Campbell's just courting his man. And since they're both such good little boys, I bet it won't be too long before Mrs. Palishikar invites Campbell over for dinner and then Campbell can ask Paal's father for permission to collar his son. It'll be just like one of those Norman Rockwell paintings . . . only gayer . . . and with a definite BDSM flair."

"Brian! You're terrible," Justin burst out laughing and slugged the big sarcastic jerk in the arm as punishment.

Brian put on his best innocent choir boy look. "I'm not terrible. I'm sweet." This pronouncement got even more laughs from the blond twinkie, who was now, literally, rolling on the floor with laughter, while Malik just stared at Brian incredulously. "And I DON'T grumble," Brian insisted pointedly scowling at Mal. "And you stop giggling," Brian ordered Justin. "YOU just encourage HIM," Brian pointed from Justin to Mal, causing the young black man to finally break down and join Justin in rolling on the floor, both of them now breathless with laughter.