NEW STORY: Last Resort (Part 2)

[AKA]

LAST RESORT

PART TWO

I ascended the stairway.

As before, the cabin of the small jet was well appointed in grey leather with polished wood accents and touches of silver. The carpet was plush, and as black as a moonless night. There were two long couches, one along each side of the cabin, and a set of seats arrayed around a polished wood table. I noticed some small LCD screens embedded into the cabin walls, and there was already a glass of what I assumed to be more of the very agreeable Macallan awaiting me.

As I moved toward the rear of the aircraft, I could feel the whole thing lurch slightly. My two large companions climbed aboard, shifting the weight of the craft sideways before it settled again to its feet. Jesus, how much did those men weigh? Each?!?

Fortis said, ?If sir would take a seat, I?ll notify our pilots that they may begin takeoff procedures.?

?Oh! Of course. Is there somewhere that I should???

?Wherever sir prefers, but I?m afraid sir will need to be buckled into a seat before we may begin ascent.?

I sat in one of the chairs around the table - pulling the Scotch towards me and lifting it to inhale the heady aroma before sipping the fire onto my tongue. Tuo moved to a chair across from me and immediately buckled up, asking if I needed anything before takeoff.

My filthy brain flashed back to the dream, a vision so intense and realistic that I swore I could once again feel his lips dragging up the shaft of my prick, and I swallowed the Scotch and shook me head. ?How long is the flight??

?Just over eight hours,? he said. ?The lounges in back fold out into beds, if sir wishes to sleep.?

I glance back at the leather-clad couches and estimated whether they were suitable for two men rather than just one, and I realized that he meant that they must recline and join in the middle, creating a rather massive mattress that occupied the entirety of the rear cabin. ?Maybe later,? I said.

?Very good, sir.? I watched Fortis open the cockpit door and say something to the pilots, and Tuo finally removed his chauffeur's cap and ran one hand through his golden locks, though they did not look in the least out of place. He was an ungodly handsome man, and I found myself staring at his face. If he noticed, he did not seem to mind my fascination with his beauty.

I heard the engines slowly rise in pitch as they roared to life, and we were rolling along the runway. Fortis assumed a seat near the front of the jet, pulling the seatbelt across his slim waist.

It was dark outside the jet, and the sky was clear. I sipped more of the Macallan, glancing at the quickly passing landscape. We gained speed and lifted into the heavens, making our way through the dark skies toward The Resort and whatever awaited me there.

Any worries or hesitations I had about this trip were quickly melting away. Private car? Private jet? Private fucking airport, for crying out loud! And I was being treated like a king - hell, better than a king! And now I had two men would do, apparently, anything that I asked of them. Even the dream that had seemed so real was growing easier to accept.

I looked at my blonde companion and set my glass down. ?Tuo, may I ask you something personal??

He looked at me and nodded. ?If sir wishes.?

I laughed slightly, saying, ?Sir does indeed wish. How did you get this job??

?The Resort operates a recruitment resource, sir. All Resort employees are thoroughly scrutinized and must conform to a strict set of rules and practices in conformance with The Resort?s unequaled level of service, and then we are given unique preparation and on-going training in order to fulfill our guests? every desire.?

?So, they sought you out and hired you based on?.?

?There are a variety of mandates and principles involved, sir. I?m sure they?re too numerous and uninteresting to cover in detail.?

?I?m interested,? I said. ?I mean, it just seems like you?d be able to work, well, anywhere you wanted to.?

He smiled, seemingly genuinely pleased with my meager praise. ?Thank you, sir.?

?What I mean is, what is it about The Resort that convinced you to work for them??

He blinked slowly twice, as if contemplating the best answer. ?There was no singular or specific thing, sir. As an employee of The Resort, I am recompensed quite handsomely and I am allowed to attend to guests such as yourself. The rewards are quite appreciable.?

?Like me?? I somehow doubted my celebrity in his eyes.

But he replied, ?Indeed, sir. It is an honor to be able to be of service to you.?

Fortis appeared out of nowhere, hovering over us but not obtrusive of the conversation. ?Sir,? he said gently, ?we are above 10,000 feet and you may unbuckle your restraints and move about the cabin as you desire. Please let me know if there is anything at all that I may do to make your flight more enjoyable.?

?Thank you,? I answered, looking at his achingly handsome face and the manner in which his obviously well-trained muscles were straining the ability of his uniform to contain them. For a moment I contemplated asking him to strip naked. Wouldn?t that be a more enjoyable flight? Having his naked muscular body for me to enjoy ogling. But it seemed ludicrous and instead I simply said, ?Nothing right now.?

Fortis raised one eyebrow on his unlined forehead. ?Are you certain sir? Nothing at all??

The way he said ?nothing at all,? sounded, for a moment, as if he wanted clarification of my fantasy. ?Nothing at all? No clothing of any kind? Not a thread left on my naked body? Fully exposed for your eyes to gaze upon for eight hours of in-flight nudity?? I may even have blushed as I considered the idea, again. Would he do it? Would they both? Did they mean they would fulfill my every wish, even to that extent? ?I??

?Please,? Fortis intoned, his voice dropping into the lower depths of his register, ?if there is anything you are contemplating to ask, do so. It is our duty and pleasure to fulfill your every desire or request.?

I looked from one face to the other. The handsome dark-eyed visage of the steward to the bright, blue-eyed beauty of my manservant. ?It?s?.?

Both of the men?s eyebrows rose expectantly on their heads, like slaves awaiting their master?s pleasure. Tuo said, ?Yes, sir??

?It?s kind of weird,? I admitted.

?There?s no need for sir to feel the slightest hesitation about whatever sir wishes,? Tuo said.

?I was wondering if??? They both remained silent, hanging on my next utterance as if the Pope himself were issuing church edicts from God. ?Anything at all?? I asked.

?Anything, sir,? they said in unison. I think the bulkhead rattled in response to their deep, penetrating voices.

?Would it be?if I asked you to?sort of?.? I smirked and shook my head. ?No, it?s silly.?

?I assure you, sir, we never judge your desires. We are here only for you. Whatever it is you wish, whatever we may do for you, please ask.?

?Get naked,? I blurted out. Was it the Scotch talking, again? How was I so emboldened to ask such a stupid thing?

?Very good, sir,? Tuo replied.

He stood up and removed his jacket. Fortis was already unbuttoning the front of his crisp white shirt and pulling it open. Tuo set his large hands to his belt buckle and was undoing his pants. I watched with fascination and anticipation as the two beautiful men complied with my two-word instructions and were, with diligence and speed, stripping their bodies of their uniforms.

They kept their eyes on me, watching me watching them. They disrobed with no sign of inhibition or shame, and I never got the impression that either of them objected to stripping naked at my command. Nor was it a sexualized striptease, with thrusting groins and leering grins and knowing winks. They simply took off all their clothes as if preparing for a shower or, in my fantasy, bed.

Skin began to reveal itself. And fur. And muscle. Lots and lots of muscle. My god, these men were impossible! No one was that perfect, and that beautiful. ?Wait,? I whispered, as Tuo was pulling his pants down his legs and Fortis had stripped his torso naked. ?Wait a second.?

Both men stopped immediately. ?Sir?? Tuo asked. ?Were we not acceding to sir?s desires with the appropriate speed??

?It?s not that.?

?Perhaps sir would like to remove the clothing himself??

God, he was being so helpful! ?No, it?s? it?s just? it feels??

?Perhaps sir is of the impression that we find his request a trifle unusual??

?Well, that. And? I mean?.? I was looking at Tuo?s prominent bulge, pushing forward with its weighty cargo from between his thickly-muscled thighs.

?Let me assure sir that we are quite pleased to be able to fulfill sir?s desires. Whatever it is you wish of us, we are more than happy to do. Please don?t limit yourself to the usual mores and bounds that perhaps define your daily life.?

Fortis spoke up. It was hard to concentrate on his words when his body was so unbelievably beautiful. I watched his chest rise and fall, and the six-pack abs mounted on his flat stomach shift and swell as he breathed and spoke. ?Indeed, sir. Perhaps it would help if we informed sir that this is hardly an unusual request.?

?Perhaps sir has taken notice of our bodies??

?Kind of hard not to,? I admitted.

?Thank you sir,? Tuo replied, as usual. ?We pride ourselves on presenting an agreeable appearance. Please understand that we will not find any desire you may have in the least bit demeaning or objectionable.?

That did soothe me a bit. ?Okay,? I said.

?Would you wish for us to proceed?? I nodded once, and both men smiled. Tuo said, ?Very good sir,? as he placed his thumbed into the elastic waistband of his stark white, basket-strained underwear and pushed them off his narrow hips.

I swallowed dryly and tried to sip my Scotch with a practiced nonchalance, but it was nearly impossible to do so when they had completed the task I set and now stood completely naked before me, each man a collection of perfectly developed set of muscular perfection, where every muscle seemed somehow to be pumped to its ultimate glory, standing amid the discarded clothing around them on the floor.

And then as if to add insult to injury - though somehow I had expected nothing less - each man was also gifted with a large and beautiful set of sexual equipment, jutting forward with a kind of eager presentation, with huge, fat, luscious cocks hanging over sets of heavy, low-hanging balls.

They simply stood there, naked, perfect, beautiful and entirely unashamed. ?Beautiful,? I said.

Their bodies - the sheer, unadulterated masculine beauty of them, as well as the perfection of form and elegance that each muscle head presented in its well-defined prominence - testified to the fact that these were bodies developed to be looked at and appreciated and desired. They had not swollen any muscle to outshine any other. There was no sign of a stretch mark or unbalanced mass from left to right, or top to bottom. Rather, these were the bodies of porn stars, or porn gods, glorious in their nakedness, sleek and powerful and unabashedly sexual. These were perfect men, and men who desired to be looked at, to be admired, and to be lusted after.

?Thank you, sir,? Tuo replied. ?What else may I do for you??

?Thank you, sir,? Fortis echoed. ?Please allow me to fulfill your every desire for the duration of the flight.?

I was breathless and dry-mouthed. They were more than I dared imagined, more beautiful and more sensual and more fucking amazing than any other man I had ever seen, or even imagined.

Tuo?s body was nearly hairless, with a royal crown of gold above the lengthy pipe of sex that pushed forward from his loins for inch after thick, glorious inch. His skin was flawlessly tanned, a rich ruddy hue that made all his muscles bulge starkly, and two fat nipples as round as silver dollars with lickable, chewable caps.

Fortis had a rich, shiny carpet of fur that spread across his massive pecs and ran like a dark river between every rippled mass along his cobblestone stomach. More hair lined his massive tree-trunk legs and ham-sized forearms, partially covering the veins that branched along his limbs channeling power to every finely developed muscle.

They were twins of different mothers, one dark and one light. They stood equally tall - perfectly so, neither too high or too low - and had almost interchangeable bodies, each the mirror of the other as if they spent their days honing each other?s beauty to this perfect physical state.

They stood there awaiting my next command. My head was spinning. The sound of the engines roared in my ears. My cock was throbbing hotly in my pants, and I was rendered nearly speechless before such awesome masculinity.

I stood up, recognizing how much larger each of them was in every way. I felt both humbled and powerful, if such a feeling is possible. Humbled by their size and beauty and obvious power. Humbled by the overwhelming sense of masculine energy pulsing from each man?s exquisite body. And powerful in the knowledge that they would do whatever I wanted them to do. Anything at all. ?Turn around,? I instructed.

They did so in unison, and again I nearly gasped in awe of the sight of their wide, tapering backs and proud, jutting buttocks. Perfection. Beautiful, powerful, intense perfection. I reached forward and placed my hand on the swell of Tuo?s ass. His skin was smooth and warm. My fingers traversed the muscular mound, moving toward the separation that creased one gorgeous bubble from the other. I pushed my index finger into the crack, moving it between his cheeks, feeling the power even here where the two globes met, exploring deeper and deeper between.

He was hot in there. Smooth and slick and hot, wet with perspiration, hard with muscle. I pushed nearer and nearer to his hole, feeling the heat increase, and the moistness of his body, and the hardness. ?Bend over,? I instructed. Both men obeyed instantly, bending at the waist and moving their feet wider, understanding my intentions.

Tuo?s hole was a hairless pink pucker embedded between the meaty globes of his ample derri?re. I looked over at Fortis?s buttocks. The cleft between his muscular cheeks was thick with wet fur, dark and luscious, and his rosy red hole looked ripe and hungry.

Dropping to my knees on the thick carpet, I moved my finger down the crevasse leading toward Tuo?s awaiting breach, the entrance to what I knew would be the tightest, warmest, most welcoming asshole I had ever pushed myself into. I rubbed the tip of my finger at his asshole, teasing the opening and feeling its moist heat. I pulled my digit from his hungry butt, meaning to lick it before pushing it deeply inside him.

The plane suddenly lurched, and I was thrown sideways. I reached out for something to steady myself.

?Are you all right, sir??

?Yes, I?? I looked up from the pillow into Tuo?s face. He was fully clothed and the cabin was dark. I was lying on the unfolded sofas, now a makeshift bed, under a linen sheet and a wool blanket.

?We experienced some turbulence, but the pilot assures me it will be over soon. They are attempting to circumvent the storm and keep us on schedule.

Had it happened again? Was I dreaming? ?What happened??

?Sir??

?I don?t remember?.?

He gently smiled. ?Perhaps sir enjoyed a touch too much whiskey. I put sir to bed some time ago.?

I felt my body and realized I was dressed now only in my boxers and nothing else. ?Did you???

?I took the liberty to make sir more comfortable for the evening. I hope sir doesn?t object.?

?No, that was quite correct, Tuo. Thank you.?

?Very good, sir.?

I narrowed my gaze at him, seeing his naked body once again in my imagination. My cock throbbed and I asked, ?Did you?? Did I ask you to???

?Sir?? His eyebrow arched.

?Nevermind,? I said. ?How much longer??

?We have a little over three hours to go, sir. Is there anything I can do for you??

?Where?s Fortis??

?Here, sir,? the dark-eyed man answered immediately. He, too, was still dressed in his immaculate uniform. It had all seemed so real to me. I had seen them undress, I was sure of it. I had seen these men naked, and I had seen their glorious and perfect bodies, and their glorious and prefect cocks, and they had stood before me, as now, only naked and awaiting my wish. I could still feel the heat of my manservant's ass crack along my index finger, almost as if he still held it inside that muscular vice.

?I?m sorry,? I said, quietly.

?Sir?? Fortis asked.

?Nothing. I?m? having a really odd day.?

[reader14]

Again, amazing!

[tattcub]

loving this story...keep it coming...

[chia1103]

AKA digged a new hole and we are still jumping in

[Lucas88]

I'm liking the concept of the dreams and keeping "sir" off balance a lot!

[Ayakitayama1]

Very hot! Can't wait for next part