At The Marriott on the Green Hotel
I have seen many things on account of being a pervert at heart. I have accepted this though traveling to various hotels posing as bellboys. I use their clothes, and keys, after I brutalize them in the basement. Among my talents are included telling lies, forging signatures, and impersonating practically anybody…but most importantly, photography and surveillance. By drilling holes in the proper angles and by placing a camera in a certain way; one can reveal so much. A picture is worth a thousand words.
I have had one obsession for nearly two years now. Two men have burned their shadows in my brain. One is elegance; the other is blatantly sexual. To see such grand forces crashing together, well, it’s dead exciting.
As of now, I am waiting for them to check in. A partner in my crime has rented the rooms on either side of the two rooms they have reserved allowing me to prepare for a blissful night of peeping.
While down in the lobby I saw Ewan walk in across the plush red carpets. My own experience with disguise allowed me to recognize him immediately. He checked in under a pseudonym. He was quite comically dressed in a rather alarming Hawaiian shirt with pink palm-trees, and lime green volcanoes on it. He also sported a terrible black toupee and a fake beard. With the German accent ha had adopted, he would have been unrecognizable to the untrained eye and ear. He had a large cane he swung all about him making those around him quiver in fear. He must have been delighted with the Freudian aspect of it, but the dark sunglasses concealed his sparkly eyes,
I continued to lurk in the corner until approximately 15 minutes later, I saw Jude stride in through the front door. His walk gave him away immediately. He had glued on a ridiculous faux mustache on crooked and had taken on a broad Canadian accent that continuously lapsed into what sounded like Norwegian. It was really quite appalling.
I noticed a fellow employee whom was lugging about al large chest glowering at me. I realized it was time to engage in bellhop duties. I ran forward to fetch Jude's luggage. As I stood up I noticed a large red Tellatubby on his keying wearing a T-shirt labeled, “Streak of Sex!” enthusiastically on the front. I smiled at the sheer Jude-ness of it.
“Good Day Mr. Law!” I said non-chalantly. His lids flew wide as he licked his lips nervously. “The name is Mr. Darcy.”
I closed the elevator door, “Oh really. The resemblance is striking. But I’m sure you get that all the time.”
He gulped while nodding.
As he turned to retreat into the room his green eyes met mine piercing me as soft lashes fluttered nervously. His eyes cast a thunderbolt, an idea. He closed the door as I schemed for my new plan.
I assigned myself room service for that floor and waited for one to emerge.
As 10 P.M. arrived, I saw Ewan, striped of disguise, come out his door. I waited two seconds and approached him shoving him away from Jude’s door.
Blackmail
“Pardon me sir, but I must speak to you privately.”
Ewan frowned, “About what?” I remained silent.
He sighed, “Fine then…what’s you name?”
I tried to look sinister, but got the grave feeling I was failing miserably, “I’m Nicholas Raify. I know who you are already. I also happen to know why you are her.”
Ewan shrugged, but his discomfort lit like a beacon. He was a terrible liar; “I’m here to meet my agent about a future project to be filmed here,”
I led him into a corner near the soda machine by his arm and turned to him, “That’s a lie, and you know it. You’re here to fuck Jude.”
Ewan bit his lower lip and looked as if an ulcer were going to devour him whole. His eyes darted all over, “I love him please…please don’t do this.”
Had he looked at all threatening, I probably would have had mercy. But his eyes were so wide, and he looked so innocent that it sealed his fate. I had to make his nightmares a reality,
I leered at him, “Shouldn’t you be asking what you can do for me by now? Or else I will sell these pictures and the tapes to the media.”
“How much do you want? I’ll pay it.” His hands fidgeted nervously.
I laughed, “Mon Chere, that’s not what I want at all.”
I cocked my head to the side and placed my hand on his chest, “I want you, and Jude tonight."
He grew pale, “You can’t.”
I shoved him up against the wall, “Don’t whine. Just do it.”
He looked down laughing, and stopped suddenly cradling his head in one hand. “Fuck.” He shined. How do I even know you have these things?”
I pulled a pack of photos from inside my uniform and handed them to him. They were black-and-white. One featured Jude going down on Ewan, vice versa, and several positions hat stretched and nearly broke the limits of reality. To The Bedroom
Ewan led me into Jude’s room, which he had carelessly left unlocked. He was reclining on the bed with a set of laurel leaves twined around his mass of curls and a bit of white cloth wound around his slender hips. He dreamily popped a grape into his mouth. He jumped when the door closed shut and turned his pretty face to meet us, which fell when he saw me.
“Oh Ewan. You, you brought a bellboy.” He paused batting his lashes and playing with one of the leaves. “Ummm….” He stood up to address me. “I’m only wearing this for an audition for a play, umm…tonight,” He stared at me and leaned in raising hie eyebrows and quite slowly said, “You do believe me. “ His eyelashes seem to have suffered an epileptic fit then, “Don’t you?”
Ewan stepped forward and grabbed Jude’s arm. “He know Jude.” Ewan felt Jude tremble slightly and continued, “He has photos which he has promised to release to the press if we don’t let him fuck us.”
Jude glared at me, “You would ruin our careers?”
I nodded, “Unless of course, you both have sex with me.”
Ewan leaned over and whispered in Jude’s ear, “I don’t want to do this. The girls at home know, and our fine; and our speeding some very intimate time together tonight. I’m not afraid to let the world know. Let’s not give this bastard anything.”
Jude whipped his head to stare at Ewan, “Damn it! Don’t you get it? I never want anyone to know. Not ever. The public would hate us. It would look bad. That would completely blow my image!”
“Fuck you Jude! It wouldn’t have looked bad if you hadn’t demanded all this fucking secrecy. Running around disguised in hotels rutting like rats in the dark!? No kidding it’ll blow that fucking Veggie Loaf image of yours!”
Jude turned to me with his eyes flaming; “We’ll do it.”
Ewan bowed his head, “Yeah. Sure. What the fuck difference does it make?”
Jude swaggered over to a corner picking up a bow and a quiver of rubber suction cup arrows. He pulled one out and drew it back on the bow and aimed it directly at me. “Let’s play.”
Playtime
Ewan stomped up to me and belligerently began to rear off my clothes. I could see that he was transfixing his anger on me. I would be very sore tomorrow, but more than happy.
After I had been stripped, Jude finally let the arrow release. It stuck to my chest. He laughed, “I shot into you.”
He was adorable playing his games and I began to chase the little Greek God around the room. He was running up onto the bed when I grabbed his ankle felling him onto the bed where I tore the piece of cloth from his waist. He wore nothing underneath to my delight; and he slipped out of my arms as I kissed everything that I could reach in time. He ran up to Ewan grabbing at his arm circling him.
“What’s wrong? This is your favorite game. A shame we left your Satyr costume at home.” He rubbed his face against Ewan’s shoulder, “Come on…come on.”
Ewan smiled, “I know. Sorry. I just had to swallow the idea.”
Jude kissed his cheek, “You can swallow anything if you try hard enough.”
“It is very hard though. To get my head into something like this.”
Jude smiled, “Well, now that you have thought about it, it should be very easy to slide your head into it, despite how hard it is.”
Ewan laughed, “What are we talking about?”
The response was quick, and quite soon not one person in the room was wearing a stitch of clothing and was chasing one another about in boyish abandon.
I tackled Ewan on the bed and tried wrapping him up in the comforter. Jude helped me, and we managed to trap him. I opened one corner carefully peering in. I was surprised when he pulled me in and kissed me hard pulling my body near his. As he kissed me he ran his arm down my back to my rear and pulled me against him pinning me. I could feel the heat surging through him, and into his cock which pressed hard against the joint of my left hip.
Jude swung one leg over me and ran his tongue down my spine continuing down the back of my thigh. He suddenly violently shoved me off Ewan and pinned us both to the bed with his hand on our chests.
He pushed his cock into the small space between our inner legs and began to move it in and out thrusting with his slender hips. Pleasure arrested his face as he made little sounds of joy. Ewan jumped up and flipped Jude on his back and dove for Jude’s length with his mouth, and took it all in and coaxed him to cum with his skilled tongue. Jude’s back arched with a shuddering groan. He fell back with his eyes drooping from exhaustion.
Ewan looked over at me and pulled my legs to him as he turned me onto my stomach. He leaned over and asked, “Are you a virgin?”
“To this sort of thing.”
He kissed my neck. “I’ll be careful then.”
I smiled, “Don’t be. You were angry with me before. I want to fell it. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow, or sit. Hurt me. I’ve tried to hurt you. I was going to ruin you.”
“But it’s different now Nicholas.”
“No it isn’t. It’s just the same.”
He ignored me and pushed in a little bit stopping to kiss my neck while I adjusted. He went in deeper and faster every time. The pain still existed, but the rapture was keener as I writhed and twisted the sheets in my hands. I could not stifle my moans as I felt the heat when he came.
He rolled off me to the side breathing hard from the exertion. He looked over and saw that I was not yet done. He pulled me on top of himself offering himself to me guiding. I hesitated when I realized I had no experience. He saw my hesitation and wrapped his long legs around me pulling me in. I groaned loudly and began to move my hips frantically. It was something so new to me. I tried to maintain a slower speed, but could not. I soon came as he arched his back and I fell in a shuddering heap by his side.
A Career Decision
He crawled up beside me and nuzzled into the crook of my neck placing his arm around me and falling asleep breathing softly on my shoulder. Jude alter found his way to my opposite shoulder sighing, pouting, then falling asleep as well.
I looked at a nearby desktop and saw the Tellatubby keying along with the circle of laurel leaves as I fell asleep.
I had reached the pinnacle of bellhopping. It would never be better than this. It was time to find a new hobby. Perhaps photography with my previous experience. I looked down at the two beautiful creatures in my arms. Yes. It would be photography.
