"What we anticipate seldom occurs, what we least expected, generally happens". B. Disraeli Chapter Three He lived for the moment. All his usual sexual requests were in order. Finishing up supper, Brian’s thoughts returned to the mysterious blonde. *What does he look like, what color are his eyes, the feel of his lips?*. Seeking a diversion, restless and edgy to stay in the suite alone waiting for the boy, Brian discovered something hard flickering over his lower body. His hard cock lying across his abs, he needed to fuck and dominate. Picking up the phone, a cheerful voice on the line, Brian asked who he was speaking with. "My name is Remy, Mr. Kinney,can I help you?" "Not unless you found the boy". The girl assured him she didn’t know what he meant. "There is a chill in the air tonight, send up some blankets", he growled. Brian had been all over the world, discovering that "blankets" was a word used for sleep in whores and hustlers. Tonight he needed several to feed his appetite. Brian studied his own reflection in the mirror*I’d fuck me* he thought. A knock to the door revealed three men with spectacular bodies but not young enough for his taste. They would have to do for tonight. Each man began giving their name but were abruptly cut off by Brian. He ordered them inside, and told them to strip. He wanted to sample what he was getting. They lined up in front of him while he watched, lighting up a smoke "Slowly. I want all of you to stroke yourselves to hardness". Two boys where cousins with dark hair and sensual green eyes. The other was blonde all were about nineteen years old. They were frightened by this strong male face;part kindness, part cruelty in the hazel eyes,sparkling with specks of gold that were full of sexual knowing. Brian felt dizzy with sexual expectation now that he had decided to let the games begin. They all wished he would hurry his inspection of them. Brian approached each one of the boys, tracing his long fingers along their bodies, feeling strangely exhilarated by the sudden fear in their faces. He leaned his body to whisper to each one in their ears. "Whatever I want you will do as I say, nod if you understand", the boys nodded their heads in unison. " Good, now let’s get this party started." Brian glided towards the bed, putting the cigarette out in the ash tray. Looking towards the boys he removed his black silk robe exposing himself to his boy toys. Looking almost through them with eyes like an assassin, he said "I’m going to fuck you all so hard, you will always remember the name Brian Kinney," then he ordered the blonde on the floor in front of him. The kid was trembling, as were the cousins. "Bend over, spread your legs, and kiss the floor." Brian removed a condom from his silver tray,rolling it over his now engorged cock, hard from the view of the tight pulsing hole in front of him. He motioned to the other boys to lay in front of him. "I want one of you to suck on my balls and the other to tongue my ass", the blonde tried to get up but Brian pushed him into the floor. He positioned himself behind him and lubed his fingers and inserted them in the boy, readying him before pushing the head in. The boy cried out from the sudden intrusion. The other two worked Brian’s body. He moaned from all the sensations he was feeling; the tight ass he was fucking, mouth on his balls, and the licks to his hole. Before continuing the assault on the blonde’s ass. He reached over to the stash of goodies and popped a pill. He proceeded to inch further in,pulling the blonde’s hips back to him. The boy yelled as Brian’s cock filled him to the brink. Then, pulling almost out he began slow thrusts, grabbing the boy’s hair and holding him down with the other hand. Brian leaned his weight on the blonde, licking and biting the pale skin on his back and neck whispering,"You like that. Can you feel me deep inside? Tell me you want it harder," yanking his hair back until the boy answered, thrusting in and out, he angled his hips hitting his prostate over and over, the boy whimpering with every push in. Brian kept biting and sucking his neck, leaving purple marks. "Push yourself back to me, I want to go deeper. Fucking push back to me." Brian ordered. He told the cousins to lick and suck his nipples and pump the blonde’s dick. "Fucking do it now." "Ye…yea….yes sir," was their reply. His movements faster and faster, plowing the kid to oblivion, Brian’s eyes were closed, enjoying the pair of lips taunting his nipples. The blonde’s mouth hung open, feeling himself coming close. Opening his eyes, feeling the boy's balls tightening, Brian said "Don’t come yet, I come first, you wait until I tell you to come." The two boys began stroking their own cocks, "Stop it ,no touching yourselves, I’m the only one to give you pleasure, pain, whatever I want."The boys quickly removed their hands. They were terrified of the beautiful man. Brian’s thrusts became faster and more intense with every stroke. The blonde’s eyes rolled in back of his head. He was desperately trying not to come. Brian, sensing it, grabbed the boy’s balls and squeezed until he cried out. He lived for the power he had in the bedroom. He changed his direction and pounded relentlessly into the boy hitting his spot continuously. Feeling his cock throb and swell, Brian’s body jerked and he poured himself into the condom, screaming with pleasure. He kept thrusting and pushing into the boy,pushing the cousins away from the blonde's dick and reached around to stroke him. Brian could hardly speak but he managed to say "I want you to come for me." The blonde obliged, jerking and coming all over Brian’s hand. Brian held the boy up around the waist. Brian loved the control he had. He pushed harder and came again, screaming from the intensity of his second orgasm. He collapsed on the boy, trying to get his breathing under control. He pulled his cock out from the nearly passed out blonde eliciting a groan. "Take the condom off my cock," he glared at one of the lads. He motioned to the cousins and said "help the blonde up from the floor and clean him, then all of you wait for me on the bed." Doing as they were told, Brian strode onto the terrace to catch a smoke. The sun was starting to set and you could almost hear it hiss when it hit the water. He watched the waves crashing against the rocks, lighting up a joint and inhaling deeply. His thoughts traveled to the beautiful blonde. His attention was abruptly distracted. He thought his mind and eyes were playing tricks on him from the drugs when beyond the horizon he saw the flaxen vision, again, strolling along the beach. He shouted, trying to get his attention, but to no avail. He had the penthouse suite and was three floors away from the blonde. He quickly put the joint out and rushed to the bedroom, yelling at the "blankets", "Get your things and get the fuck out of here. Now!" The boys looked stunned, hurrying to get out of the eccentric man’s way. They flew to the door and happily showed themselves out mumbling to each other in their native language. Meanwhile, Brian was rushing to put on his jeans, checking himself out in the mirror before opening the door and heading towards the beach. Walking passed the lobby, Brian turned to the voice calling after him, "Is there something we can do for you, Mr. Kinney ?" "Noooo you can not," he said, glaring at one of the managers, showing his obvious annoyance. Brian sauntered onto the sand, spotting the blonde about a mile away. He thought *Good thing I have long legs or I’d never catch up to him.* He paused to light a cigarette, never losing sight of his object of lust. He walked in the water, pacing himself, watching the striking image before him. The lad was lazily kicking the water with each step. Brian was moving closer, almost able to touch him. He was mesmerized by the long locks and fine-looking ass, licking his lips. *His face, I can't wait to see his face* he thought. Flicking his smoke out to the sea, he spoke, barely whispering "Hey" to the boy. The blonde slowly turned around, facing Brian. He thought, *Oh my god, he is fucking beautiful and has a body to kill for.* He was better than his fantasy of him,