Luther Ch. 03: The Power of Money

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“When are you gonna fix breakfast?”

“When are you going to untie me and take your dick out of me?”

“Now you know that ain’t gonna happen for a while,” Zack said. “You can feel me hardening inside you. You know we’re gonna fuck again. I was just tryin’ to make a joke here.”

“We have time for chocolate chip pancakes or a fuck, Zack,” Cliff Trent answered, “And you’re hurting me, making my body go numb, you big lug.”

“Sorry ’bout that. You picked me because of how big I was. What I got swingin’. But what would you choose?”

Cliff gave Zack a withering look and a groan, and Zack then shrugged and took much of the weight of his body off Cliff. They were in their queen-sized bed in Cliff’s apartment. Cliff was on his back with his wrists tied to the brass headboard above his head, and Zack was on top of him, deep inside Cliff, his cock recovering from their early-morning fuck. Zack moved his legs from on top of Cliff’s and planted a knee on either side of Cliff’s thighs. He lifted his chest and propped himself up on his elbows on either side of Cliff’s chest. He pulled his pelvis back and rammed it forward, deep inside his partner’s channel, snapping Cliff’s head back and causing him to raise his own pelvis and grind the heels of his feet into the sheets.

“Oh, fuck!” he howled. Back and ram, back and ram.

“You. I’d choose the fuck!” Cliff cried out. He looked down the line of the mammoth, but ripped, chocolate-brown chest and flat belly to where he could see the root of the black cock assaulting his channel and the black balls slapping against this thighs. “Oh, yes, fuck me!”

Back and ram, back and ram. “Four. When I hit sixty, I want you to come,” Zach said, with a laugh. “I’ll shoot off at seventy. Then we’ll have chocolate chip pancakes.”

A half hour later, Cliff Trent stood behind the kitchen counter, in an apron and nothing else, and shoveled pancakes onto Zack’s plate with a spatula.

“Hey, these don’t have chocolate chips in them!”

Zack had showered and dressed in his brown sanitation worker uniform and his big construction boots. He was only working a half shift today. If he was working a full shift, he would have been out of here shortly after five and Cliff wouldn’t have gotten the two morning fucks. But if Cliff hadn’t gotten the two morning fucks, he wouldn’t be standing in his kitchen shoveling pancakes and worrying about being late to his own job.

Zack would tie him up and fuck him again in the late afternoon after Cliff got home from his own job as a social worker. The chocolate monster’s big dick was the reason Cliff kept him around. After their afternoon session and a dinner fixed by Cliff, Zack would be off for his night job as a bouncer at a club. When Zack got home from that, he’d wake Cliff up giving him his night fuck. This had been going on for three months. Cliff was getting worn out, but he was a happy worn out.

And this morning he had to get to work on time. Some old lady was coming in to complain about what some young neighbor of hers was doing. Cliff long ago had stopped thinking his job was either important or fulfilling. Zack was filling. That’s what Cliff looked forward to these days.

“I didn’t have time to look for chocolate chips,” Cliff muttered. “You’re lucky you got pancakes rather than warm toast. I haven’t even had time to shower yet.”

“But you like walking around with the swishy feeling of my cum inside you, don’t cha?”

“Let’s not be crude, Zack,” Cliff said. But he didn’t answer the question. Zack was a big-volume ejaculator—he did everything big—and, yes, Cliff did get a little thrill from walking around with Zack’s cum inside him. “You eat that and stay out of the way. I’ve got to shower and dress and go listen to an old busybody lady tattle on her neighbors.”

“You’ll be home by five, though?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Good. I’ll be waitin’ for you.”

I sure hope so, Cliff thought, but I don’t know how much longer we can go on like this.

* * * *

Luther watched Cliff Trent climb the stairs to the front porch at the Pink Poodle. He was distinctive, because he looked like he was here on business other than buying antiques. His jaw was set tight. Alfred thought he was a disgruntled customer he couldn’t quite place. Tim thought he was a process server. Luther thought he’d be nice looking—looking like a possible friend—if he wasn’t frowning like that. And when he saw Luther, through the window, standing in the dining room furniture room, the man frowned more deeply and looked away.

Luther watched him march through the hallway and back toward the office where Tim kept the accounts.

Luther didn’t have much time to think about him, though, because right behind him came that smart-looking man with the yacht, Jonathan, and his wife, Pamela. They were climbing the stairs too. And when they came in, they turned to the right and into the crystal room, although Jonathan did notice Luther standing in the room across the hall and gave şişli escort him a smile and a wink and a little wave of his hand.

Luther gave a little wave back. Then he crossed the hallway and stood in the doorway to the crystal room.

“Hello,” Jonathan said. “Your name is Luther, isn’t it? You remember me from when we met in the marina, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“This is my wife, Pamela. This is Luther, dear. I told you about him.”

“He’s very nice,” Pamela said. She had sunglasses on, though, so Luther wasn’t really sure she was looking at him. He didn’t notice then that she wasn’t just looking at him; she was eating him up with her eyes. After getting an eye full, she moved into the crystal room.

“We’re just looking around,” Jonathan said. “You work here, do you?”

“Yes, sir. But I can’t help you in that room. Tim and Alfred, they don’t let me in that room.”

“That’s fine. We won’t be long. In fact, we are on our way to lunch. Would you care to join us?—and we can talk about you taking that cruise on our yacht. We’ll be leaving for Newport tomorrow afternoon. We could take the cruise today. But first lunch.”

“I don’t know if Tim and Alfred will let me go to lunch. Usually they go to lunch about now. And when I’m here, they leave me in charge. I sit out on the front porch and point to the ‘gone to lunch’ sign on the door while Tim and Alfred are gone. If anyone wants to come into the store, I point to the sign. They lock the door, but I sit out there on the porch and am in charge while they’re gone.”

“Well, perhaps they’ll make an exception today. Shall we ask them?”

“I don’ know,” Luther said, his voice giving an edge of skepticism. “I’m supposed to work this afternoon.” Anyone could see, though, that he’d like the adventure of someone taking him to lunch—especially a couple as well dressed as Jonathan and Pamela.

Just then Tim came out of his office and into the hall and called up the stairs for Alfred to come down. He seemed perturbed.

“Excuse me,” Jonathan said, saddling up to Tim. “We’re friends of Luther here and wondered if you’d mind if we took him to lunch today. We were thinking of the Pilot House Restaurant. It’s just up the street on Carpenters Lane.”

“Luther to lunch?” Tim said it like he was trying to confirm that someone had declared that aliens had landed in the middle of Decatur Street. He seemed to have stopped fully processing at the suggestion that this obviously wealthy couple might be friends of Luther’s.

“And then after lunch, we could come back here and do some shopping,” Jonathan added.

This obviously sealed the deal, as Tim said, “It’s certainly all right with me if that’s what Luther wants to do.” And then he called up the staircase again, telling Alfred that he was needed in the office right away. His voice had sounded like he was relieved Luther was going off for lunch.

* * * *

“There, was that cheeseburger good, Luther?” Jonathan asked. They were sitting out on the covered verandah overlooking Carpenters Lane. Jonathan had tried to get Luther to order something more exotic—or at least more like an elegant beach resort meal—but Luther had wanted a cheeseburger. Jonathan had gone for the Tialapia Francaise and Pamela the Portabella Paninni. They’d split a bottle of Pino Grigio. Luther had a Coke.

“Yes, real good, thanks.”

“Did you like what you heard about our Yacht?”

“Yeah sure. You have a fuck fuck table? They are nice, but they are hard to find. It would be good if you had one.”

“Excuse me? A what?” Jonathan was shocked. Pamela just turned her head back to the men and gave a little amused smile.

“A table for fuck fuck. You want me to go out on the ocean with you to fuck fuck, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” Again from Jonathan.

“When we were lookin’ at the boat, you touched me on my back and you feeled me up. You want to fuck fuck on the ocean, don’t you? Chuck at the H&H told me you asked about me. And what you asked about. He said you gave him money—lots of money—to tell you about my dick and to point me out.”

Pamela reached her hand over and gently laid it on Luther’s arm. “Yes, dear boy, we want to fuck you on the ocean. How wonderfully refreshing you are. And I’m sure we can come up with, what was it, a fuck fuck table?” She turned her head toward Jonathan and said, “We can find a fuck fuck table, can’t we darling? Perhaps you can tell us what one looks like, Luther, dear.”

After he described the table in the workshop, Luther asked Pamela, “You want me to be your friends?”

“Do you fuck your friends, Luther?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Then, yes, Luther. Jonathan and I want to be your very good and close friends.” Pamela sat back in her chair, gave a little laugh, and inclined her head to her husband.

“Well, is it true what this Chuck said about your equipment, Luther?” Jonathan asked. “Did your friend, Chuck, earn his money?”

“What? My equipment? And Chuck ain’t my friend in that way. He was a before kağıthane escort kind of friend. I don’t fuck fuck with Chuck.”

Pamela chuckled. “Fuck fuck with Chuck. How cute. He means your cock, sweetheart, your dick. Does it push a foot long? Is it as thick as a baseball bat? Is it darker than the rest of you? Can you fuck for a long time? Do you go off like the Fountain of Youth? Are you and we going to have a very good time? Chuck got money. If Chuck was right about your cock, you can have so much more than Chuck got. He fucked OK, but nothing special—and he couldn’t keep it up—at least not to our requirements.”

Luther was blushing. “You talk fast. I think I need to go the bathroom now. Is that OK?”

“But Pamela asked you—”

“Don’t you need to go to the bathroom too, Jonathan dear?” Pamela asked, giving him a meaningful look.

“Yes, I guess I do,” he said, standing. Luther was already on his way.

Standing at the urinals, side by side, Jonathan looked over and down—and felt weak in the knees and almost let out a gasp.

“Can . . . can I touch it?” Jonathan asked in a whisper full of awe.

“Yeah sure. Let me shake it off first.”

“Oh, holy fuck,” Jonathan exclaimed as it lay long and heavy in his hands. He wanted to go down on his knees and worship it. He started to mention that the stalls were empty. But then he remembered Pamela back at the table and knew she would be royally pissed of he had a first go. And Pamela pissed was not a good sight. It was her money they were living on.

Returning to the table, Jonathan was rather stumbling. He looked at Pamela and nodded imperceptibly.

“I think we need to do some shopping,” Pamela said with a perky voice. “Show us where the best men’s shops are, Luther.”

“I think they are on the walking mall behind us,” Luther answered. “But I thought you were going back to the shop.”

“Maybe some other time, darling. For now, we need to get you some new clothes worthy of the yacht.”

“And then we’ll take you out on the ocean?” Jonathan said, wording it as a question but trying to make it an accepted statement.

“I can’t today or tomorrow.” Luther said.

“We really—” Jonathan responded. He was getting a little perturbed.

“I can’t today. I work today. I can’t tomorrow. Rob is taking me fishing tomorrow. He needs me to help him. And Tim and Alfred need me to help them at the shop today.” Luther was getting a little agitated.

Pamela stepped in to smooth the corners down. “We have to go to Newport tomorrow. But we’ll be back. Then you will go for a cruise on our yacht with us . . . and we’ll fuck you. OK, Luther? We just talked about this and you said it was OK that we fuck you. We’re your friends, right? We can fuck you silly on the ocean, right? It’s just that we can’t do it today or tomorrow. Because you have to work today and tomorrow. You are needed at work today and tomorrow. Right? But when you aren’t needed here, when you have time off, we can fuck you, right?”

Luther pondered that. “Yeah, sure. I am needed to work today and tomorrow, though.” And then he brightened up. “And when you come back maybe I will have a big ring in my cock. My friend, Keith, said that would be nice for fuck fuck. He says a doctor can do that for me on Wednesday. But then that would not be a good fuck fuck time either. Wednesday wouldn’t be good. And he said it would take maybe—”

“Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Pamela exclaimed. But then, when Luther gave her a strange look, she said, “Let’s go on to the shops now, Luther. While we walk you can tell Jonathan again what a fuck fuck table is. I can’t wait to get one.”

And as an aside to Jonathan, she whispered. “A cock ring. I really can’t wait. We need to be on the move or I’m going to rape him right here on the table.”

“Not before I do,” Jonathan whispered back. “You haven’t seen his cock.”

* * * *

Alfred had yelled to him a lot in the afternoon. He was always where Alfred didn’t want him, and Alfred yelled about where he’d gotten the clothes, and kept saying that Luther couldn’t get into anything because the clothes he was wearing were white and would get dirty.

“And what’s this?” Alfred said when he pulled a mere nothing in gold lamé out of a shopping bag.

“That’s my new bathing suit. For the cruise.”

“What cruise?”

Alfred had screamed that really, really loud. He frightened Luther, and that made Luther stubborn and withdrawn. So he just said, “My someday cruise.” He didn’t say more than that—although he’d already said that Pamela and Jonathan had bought him the clothes.

Alfred didn’t believe that much either, but Tim kept pulling him aside and saying, “Not now, Alfred. We’re skating on thin ice here. We don’t want to get into anything more complicated. We have to discuss this when we get home.” And Tim put everything back in the bags.

Luther was glad they hadn’t taken the bathing suit, although Tim had looked at it real close. Luther thought it was nice. It had a sock that fatih escort his dick and balls fit in—well, mostly. Lots of the root of his cock showed because it didn’t all fit inside the sock—and who knows how it would fit if he was hard. And it had strings that tied around his waist and went through his butt crack. Luther remembered Pamela had really liked that bathing suit—she was the one who said he had to have it. She had wanted to fuck fuck in the dressing room, but Jonathan said that if he couldn’t do it in the restaurant bathroom, she couldn’t do it in the clothing shop.

Alfred got so angry that Tim told Luther to go on home.

He was walking up Hughes street toward home, when he heard a woman’s voice call out.

“Oh, there you are, Luther. Right on time.”

Luther stopped in his tracks. He could see that it was Mrs. Sims calling to him. She was on the front porch of a house. But he didn’t know what she meant.

“Right on time, Luther. You remembered. It’s just past 3:30. Thank you for coming by to help hang those drapes and put those boxes up. You did remember, didn’t you?”

“Yeah sure,” Luther said. He wasn’t real sure what he was supposed to be remembering. He was glad Mrs. Sims was smiling at him. Alfred hadn’t been smiling all afternoon and even Tim had looked worried about something. Mrs. Sims was a good friend.

Yes, he thought, Mrs. Sims had always been a friend—one of his before friends.

“Come on into the house. My how nice you look. But are those new clothes? And oh so white.”

She drew him into a living room, which was pretty and had a lot of those things in it that were in the rooms at the shop that Alfred wouldn’t let him go into. What really caught his attention, though, was in front of the sofa. How strange to have that in here, Luther thought. But maybe not so strange. This was Mr. and Mrs. Sims’s house. And Mr. Sims was a friend and Mrs. Sims was a before friend and probably was a special friend to her husband.

“Come through here, please, Luther. The drapes go up in the dining room. Oh, but look how dusty everything is. You’ll get those nice new clothes dirty. Oh my.”

“I could take them off, Mrs. Sims,” Luther said.

She gave him a look of disbelief, and then she remembered who she was working with here. He was so innocent.

“Well, that would be fine, Luther. We can fold them and put them right over here on this chair.” Her hands were trembling when she took the clothes. She could hardly speak. His magnificent body, only in briefs now, took her breath away.

“Here, this goes up there, Luther. Be careful now.”

“It’s OK, I’m good with my hands.”

Oh, god, I hope so, Mrs. Sims thought. Could she really go through with this? Was this going to be as easy as it seemed? She hyperventilated as she watched him from behind, his back and leg muscles undulating, already making her wet. She wanted him so badly when he was her student. She’d almost risked her career to make a try for him then.

“OK, now the boxes, and then we’ll sit in the kitchen and have some lemonade and cookies.”

Luther was sitting in a kitchen chair in front of the table, when she came back with her purse. He was drinking his lemonade and looking out through the dining room to the living room.

“Now, let’s see what would be a good—” she said, snapping her purse open.

“Oh, don’t pay me or nothin’, Mrs. Sims. We’re friends.”

“And you do this for your friends?” Mrs. Sims asked, a smile on her face.

“Yeah sure, I do my friends,” Luther answered. He gave her a funny look.

Mrs. Sims was an English teacher. She knew what he was saying—or at least what she wanted him to be saying. She struggled with herself for a moment, but then she pulled a folded piece of paper out of her purse, unfolded it, placed it on the table in front of Luther, and stood behind him, putting her hands on his bare shoulders. Her hands were trembling.

“This is what you drew in church on Sunday and gave to me, Luther. Is there a reason you gave this to me?”

“Yeah sure, you’re my friend.” And you asked for it, Luther thought. But she would know that, so he didn’t remind her of it. His mother had told him never to treat anyone like a dummy, especially if he didn’t want to be treated like one. Also, he had forgotten Mrs. Sims wanted him to stop by in the afternoon, which he now remembered—between 3:00 and, uh, sometime—so he didn’t want to be talking about remembering stuff.

“And do you know what you were drawing when you drew that? Not the secretary. It’s very nice, yes. No, the other thing you drew.”

“I forgot,” Luther said.

She had let her hands slide down to cover his pecs. He wasn’t reacting.

“But you remember now?”

Oh, fuck, Luther thought. She’s going to ask me if I forgot I was supposed to come here in the afternoon. “Yes ma’am.”

“What is it, Luther?”

“It’s a dick.”

“Is it your . . . dick . . . Luther?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I ran out of paper. It should have been longer.”

Mrs. Sims drew her breath in sharply. “May I see it, Luther? Your . . . dick?”

“You want to fuck fuck with me?”

“What? What did you say?”

“You want to fuck fuck with me? You have a fuck fuck table.”

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