My Pleasure, pt. 2 (Patreon)

Ryan didn’t realize it was his turn to speak at first.  His head was spinning as he tried to process everything he’d heard. On the one hand, he’d be giving up a significant amount of personal freedom, not to mention privacy, but on the other, he was potentially gaining a kind of lifestyle he’d never be able to achieve on his own.  And there was still something enticing about the thought of being owned, of letting someone else do all the hard work while he got to spend his time lifting and lounging and being lusted after.  That last part was especially enticing, the thought of being desired, that someone as magnificent as Leo would even want him in the first place.  “It sounds pretty great,” he said, grinning.  “I mean, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course!”  Leo clapped Ryan on a muscled arm.  “Wyatt already told me all about you, and I trust his judgment.  This wasn’t us interviewing you…this was purely for you to decide,” he said, locking eyes with the younger man.  “It’ll be nice having someone else around to help keep the big guy busy while I’m working.”

“How long have you two been, uh, together,” Ryan asked, unsure how to classify their relationship.

“It’s been, what?  Three years now,” Leo said, raising an eyebrow.  “Right after you graduated, right?”

“You went to college?”  Ryan didn’t mean to sound surprised, but Wyatt just smiled and nodded.

“Art degree.  You know how useful those are,” the big man said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t sell it short.  It’s how we met, after all,” Leo added, wrapping an arm around Wyatt’s waist.  “I hired him to do a painting of me, and now here we are.  Don’t let this fool you,” he said, giving one of the taller stud’s plump pecs a squeeze.  “He’s a man of many talents.”

“I’ve picked up on that,” Ryan said, immediately blushing.

Leo practically beamed.  “I look forward to discovering your hidden talents as well,” he said, his eyes pinning the squirming jock in place.

“So, uh, how does this work?  Do I go get my stuff and come back?  When do we start,” Ryan asked, eager to change the subject.

“We’ve already started,” Leo shrugged.  “You can call and quit whatever jobs you’re working, or you can just let it go.  Whatever you prefer.  As far as your belongings, you’re welcome to retrieve any sentimental items, but everything else is already provided.”

“Oh!  I guess that’s easy then.  I don’t have anything I’d call sentimental.  Just a bunch of busted furniture and my clothes.  My phone and tablet are in my bag in the car, so…” he trailed off, feeling dizzy when he realized that he’d just agreed to throw his old life and all of his belongings away, starting over fresh with nothing but the satin panties tied around his trim hips.

“Perfect!  I’ll handle all the details of ending the lease and disposing of your things.  I’ll also get you set up with your new bank account, so all that leaves is to say welcome home!”

Ryan returned the hug when Leo wrapped his arms around him, confirming the presence of the other man’s ample muscle as he squeezed.  Before he could pull away he was sandwiched in the middle when Wyatt wrapped his long, heavy arms around both of them, a sensation that Ryan quickly realized he didn’t hate.  “Not going to lie…this doesn’t feel real,” he said, enjoying the way Wyatt’s arm remained around his shoulders.

“You’ll settle right in,” Leo assured him.  “And if you need anything, if you WANT anything, don’t hesitate to let one of us know.  If it’s something that requires a little extra effort, we can talk about it.  Wyatt can fill you in on what that’s like.  For now, though, why don’t you get Ryan settled in his room?”

“Sure thing, boss,” the bigger man winked, leaving his arm around the smaller jock’s shoulders as they headed for the stairs.  “Well?  How do you feel?  Are you excited?”

Ryan didn’t know what to say.  He still wasn’t entirely sure what he was feeling yet himself.  He was excited, but also nervous and overwhelmed.  “I didn’t think it’d be happening this fast,” he stammered, shaking his head.  “This morning I was flat broke and living in a dirty little apartment.  Now I live here,” he said as he gestured around, his hand coming to rest on Wyatt’s abs, “with you.  And him.  And you guys don’t even know me!  But you’re letting me just move in and have all this…this…”

“Don’t get overwhelmed,” Wyatt said, his tone gentle as he gave Ryan’s firm bubble a squeeze.  “I know it’s a lot.  But I’m a pretty good judge of character, and Leo’s an even better one.  We’re both sure this is a good move, but ultimately that’ll be up to you to decide.  Also, believe me when I say the kinds of background checks he does are…thorough.”

The thought that he’d been investigated was actually a comforting one for Ryan. Being allowed to join the two of them solely on the basis of knowing Wyatt for a week made him question their judgment.  “And I passed?”

“Clearly.  Not even a speeding ticket.  Little Boy Scout, aren’t you,” Wyatt laughed, tickling Ryan’s side.  “But seriously…it’s not as big a deal as it seems.  People move in with people they barely know all the time, right?  Yeah, there’s a little more to it here, but, if it’s easier, just think of us all as roommates.”

“But…I have to ask…why me?  Really?”

The handsome hulk was silent for a moment.  “Look…this life is great.  It is.  But I’m not going to lie…it can feel a little lonely.  Yeah, I still have friends from before who know about what goes on, and some that even come over, but when you do this for a while you realize how little you have in common with most folks.  And Leo’s great!  You can’t ask for a kinder, sweeter man to look out for you.  But he wasn’t kidding when he said he was busy.  The man works non-stop.  We’d been talking about maybe bringing someone else in, which is why I’d been hopping from gym-to-gym, and when we hit it off…” He paused again and shook his head.  “There’s a reason I was so…open…about what I wore in the locker room.  I was hoping it would attract the right kind of attention from the right kind of person.  And here you are.”

“And here I am,” Ryan agreed, more grateful than ever that he’d ignored his impulse to write Wyatt off as a weirdo the first time he’d seen him.  “So when Leo said that bit about wanting something that requires extra effort…”

Wyatt nodded and shrugged, detouring them into his bedroom when they reached the top of the stairs.  “It’s how I got that car out there.  He can afford it, obviously, but he wanted me to contribute.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide when Wyatt picked his phone off the dresser and pulled up an OnlyFriends account, his eager cock twitching at the sight of the muscled hunk posing and jerking himself off on camera.  “Oh.  That’s…that’s one way to do it, I guess.”

“It’s the fun way to do it,” Wyatt winked, reaching down and squeezing the brunette’s semi-hard bulge.  “Just wait til we get you set up with one.”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know if that’s really my speed…”

“If you say so,” Wyatt said, rolling his eyes.  He let go of Ryan’s package and led the other man by the hand to the room next door, a near carbon copy of his own spacious suite.  “She’s all yours.”

Ryan hadn’t noticed it on their earlier tour, but it suddenly occurred to him that there was no door to the room, just like there was no door leading to the attached bathroom.  “He wasn’t kidding about that whole ‘no closed doors’ thing, was he?”

Wyatt’s expression was sympathetic.  “Nope.  But honestly, that’s not as big a deal as it seems either.  You get used to it pretty quick.  I don’t know…it’s weird, but I actually like it.  It’s hard to describe…there’s just something about the way he looks at you.  Even in what should be an embarrassing moment, there’s no judgment or mocking or anything like that.  He means it when he says he looks after us.  Not having to worry about literally anything…no planning or dealing with all the day-to-day garbage…it’s…I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  You’ll just have to experience that for yourself,” Wyatt shrugged.

“Gotta be honest…after stressing about everything for the past few months it sounds pretty great,” Ryan said, laughing when he opened the door to an empty closet.  It was the same when he inspected the nearby dresser, finding all the drawers completely bare.  “Guess this really is a fresh start, huh?”

“We can hook you up if you need to go anywhere before your new wardrobe arrives.  I’m sure Leo’s already down there picking it out, so it shouldn’t take more than a few days to get here.  He does like to play dress up, so just be ready for that. I was a little embarrassed by some of the stuff at first but, I don’t know…now it’s pretty fun,” Wyat grinned.  “You said you had a bag with you?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, out in my car,” Ryan said, finding himself pulled along behind his bigger friend once again.  He blushed when he was tugged out the front door, reflexively feeling embarrassed by the warm air on his exposed skin, despite the fact that no one could see the house from the base of the winding driveway.

Wyatt clearly sensed his hesitation.  “Dude.  Relax,” he said, his huge hands darting out with remarkable speed and untying Ryan’s skimpy bottoms.  “No one can see us out here, and even if someone does come down the driveway, so what?  It’d be their lucky day,” he purred.

Ryan felt like he should try and cover his spring-loaded cock when it shot to attention, but he knew it was pointless.  For several reasons.  Instead, he scampered over to his car and grabbed his gym bag, equally loving and dreading the sensation of the sun on his exposed muscle.  The car was like an anchor, a reminder of the real world that dragged him down from the giddy euphoria he’d felt in the house, and his first brush of experiencing that world from his new perspective.  He’d never felt the worn fabric of the driver’s seat against his bare ass before, or had that same material tickle against his balls as he leaned over and fished chargers and cables from the glovebox.  He knew it was a sign of things to come, that like Wyatt at the gym, he’d have many parts of himself, both internal and external, brushing up against the world in whole new ways.  At the moment the thought was more overwhelming than exciting, but as soon as he climbed back out and looked at the gorgeous giant in front of the gorgeous house, he didn’t think it would take long to adjust.

That was put to the test as soon as they stepped back inside and found Leo waiting for them. “I see Wyatt’s putting you through your paces already,” the older man said, grinning as he nodded at Ryan’s rigid cock.

“Seems like it,” the brunette hunk laughed awkwardly, running a nervous hand through his hair.  “Sorry about…”

“Ah-ah,” Leo interrupted, waving a finger.  “That’s something we never apologize for.  Add it to the list of rules.”

Ryan didn’t know what to say, but his cock responded for him by twitching noticeably.  He’d never been encouraged to walk around naked and hard before, and he was more excited than he realized to hear someone say it out loud.  “I’ll remember that,” he said, flexing slightly as he stood under the older man’s lingering gaze.

When Leo finally looked away, it was only so he could raise an expectant eyebrow in the bigger man’s direction.  “You know, Wyatt, maybe this is a good time to show our new friend here some of your toys?”

“Now there’s a good idea,” the mountain of a man beamed, his meaty cheeks rippling as he practically bounded down the stairs with Ryan in tow.  The naked jock once again found himself in his new friend’s room, his whole body going a flushed shade of pink as he looked down into an open drawer filled with all manner of vibrators, silicone plugs, and fleshy sleeves.  “Ever mess around with any of this stuff before?”

Ryan shook his head.  “No…I always thought toys were just for girls…”

“You’re in for a treat then.”  Ryan’s stomach fluttered when he turned and saw Leo watching from the doorway.  The older man jerked his head towards the drawer and pointed to one of the tubes.  “Why don’t you start with the tornado?”

“The what,” Ryan asked, taking the bottle of lube when it was thrust into his hand.  He dropped down onto the edge of Wyatt’s bed when the bigger man nodded towards it and watched him slip a thick, limp sleeve into a plastic tube, his heart racing.  He’d been afraid for a moment that his friend was going to pull out one of the plugs or dildos, a line that he wasn’t anywhere near ready to cross, but the device in the other man’s massive hand was well within his comfort zone.

“The inside of the sleeve has a spiral ribbing,” Wyatt said as he peeled out of his lace and tossed the panties aside.  “Feels fuckin’ great.  Seriously, bro…this is about to be the best pussy you’ve ever had,” he laughed, taking up a spot so close to Ryan their legs brushed together.  He nodded to the lube and gave the other man’s thigh an encouraging squeeze, his own thick hose slowly throbbing to life.  “Come on, man.  What’re you waiting for?  Let’s go!”

Ryan felt himself turn crimson as he started lubing up his aching rod.  With Leo watching from a few feet away and Wyatt’s naked bulk brushing against him, he couldn’t help it.  He’d never done anything even remotely close to this before, and if things weren’t all happening so fast, he wondered if he’d have been doing it now.  “Whhhoooooaaa…okay…okay…wow…” he sputtered when Wyatt slowly lowered the tight sleeve over his slick cock.  He spasmed involuntarily as the tube was pushed to his base, the spiraling tunnel working every inch of his rigid organ at once.  “Holy shit, man.  This feels incredibuuuuhhhhnnnn…!”  Ryan blushed a deeper shade at the sound of his unintended grunt when Wyatt began slowly raising and lowering the sleeve, but he couldn’t help it.  Nor did he want to.  Under Leo’s encouraging eyes and Wyatt’s tender mitts, the whimpering jock could already feel himself letting go.  While the bigger man pumped the tube, Ryan dabbed some lube onto his hand and reached over to begin working his friend the old-fashioned way.  The feeling of Wyatt’s mammoth cock filling his fist, their muscled frames rubbing together, turned the smaller man on like never before.

“Thanks, pal,” Wyatt grinned, pulling the tube from Ryan’s cock and impaling it with his own.  The panting brunette took over when he nodded at the sleeve, slowly twisting and lifting at the same time.  “Catching on quick,” the big man moaned.

Ryan’s stomach fluttered at the pleasure dripping from Wyatt’s tone.  They switched again after a few pumps, the knowledge that his cock was occupying the same space that the dark-haired hulk’s recently had only adding to the addled jock’s ecstasy.  He started pumping his hips in time as he relaxed, his hand absently kneading one of Wyatt’s muscled thighs.  “I’ve been…missing out…” he sighed, his head falling back on his broad shoulders.

“Better late than never,” the bigger man chuckled.  “Leo, why don’t you get in on this?”

“With our new friend here I didn’t want to impose,” the older man said, shaking his head.

“No, no, by all means,” Ryan said, surprising himself with the speed and force of the words.  “Don’t let me stop you.”  His eyes were glued to Leo's strapping torso when the blonde beefcake popped the buttons of his shirt and let it drop to the floor.  His pants quickly joined it, his black briefs looking distinguished compared to the younger duo’s satin and lace, a fact that only made Ryan throb even harder.  The older man’s body was every bit as impressive as he’d hoped, covered in ample muscle that was at once lean and defined but bulky with the added weight of time.  And when he peeled out his briefs, the fat cock and heavy balls that spilled free were every bit as girthy as his powerful body suggested.  Ryan was slightly embarrassed to find himself as the smallest one in the house in that regard, but he was clearly the only one who cared.  He was thrilled when Leo took up the spot to his left, leaving him sandwiched in the middle, not waiting to be asked as he reached over and began lubing the older man’s meaty rod.

“A team player already,” Leo grinned, rubbing Ryan’s back with one hand while he took over pumping the tube from Wyatt.

For his part, Ryan could only gasp and whimper, his hands kneading the muscled thighs on either side until it was his turn to take hold of the tube.  As the sleeve swapped back and forth between them, the thought that this aching cock was sliding through their mingled juices drove him wild.  He kept waiting to be embarrassed by his actions, by his desperate whimpers and the way he began leaning into Leo’s embrace, but it never came.  With his head resting on the older blonde’s broad shoulder, Ryan felt almost impossibly at ease.  There was something inherently magnetic about the older man on a primal level.  Ryan couldn’t put his finger on it, but he thought back to what Wyatt had said earlier, about what it felt like under Leo’s shining eyes, already feeling as if there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his new benefactor.  He’d prance around in whatever the older man wanted him to, as long as it meant he could be close to the source of such contentment.  If that meant letting his friends at the gym see him strutting around in lavender lace, or baring it all on the internet, or dancing on a pole by the pool for a crowded room, Ryan would do it all and then some.

Not surprisingly given how worked up he was, the revved jock was the first to blow.  He let out a choking, guttural grunt as he unleashed into the tube, with Leo and Wyatt each rubbing his back as he came.  He was so worked up that he hadn’t even noticed that his hands had drifted from his friends’ thighs and had begun pumping away on their larger cocks, an act he vigorously continued until they’d followed him over the edge.

“See?  I said you’d settle right in,” Wyatt eventually said as they caught their breath.   They’d fallen back on the bed in a heap, with the panting brunette still happily wedged in the middle.

“I had a good feeling about you from the start,” Leo added, reaching over to ruffle Ryan’s hair.  “Thanks for letting me join in.”

The spent jock shivered at the compliment, surprisingly thrilled to have made an impression.  Instead of fading with the tides of lust, the desire to be near the older blonde had only grown stronger.  The more he was around him, the more he pressed against him, the more Ryan wanted to make him happy.  Leo was like every coach and father figure he’d ever had rolled into one, confusingly combined with everything he’d ever found desirable.  The part of his brain that hadn’t been completely overwhelmed by the events of the day knew there had to be more to it, but Ryan couldn’t bring himself to worry.  He didn’t need to do that anymore.  He turned and gazed into Leo’s sparkling eyes, barely resisting the urge to lean in for a kiss.  “Oh, believe me.  It was my pleasure.”