2 comments/ 13179 views/ 3 favorites Business As Usual Ch. 01 By: Wyldefantasy Chapter 1 "Now and For Ever" ***** Veranon stood before the mirror in a high collared silk shirt of deep lavender and an asymmetrical smile that perfectly matched his asymmetrical hair. Today, that hair was colored black with rich, burgundy ends that peeked through and around the midnight locks. His pants were snug, dark grey with a fine, black pinstripe and pointy-toed black leather shoes. He tried to even out his smile- and failed as Elwin slid up behind him, Veranon's black waistcoat draped between both hands. His cheek pressed against Veranon's, he smiled into the mirror and helped the smaller elf into the elegant coat. "Don't... I prefer the boyish grin. You are a decadent confection of playfulness and desire dressed divinely as you are. It will be like unwrapping a gift when I finally take you later this eve." Elwin's delicate fingers touched Veranon's chin, lifted it so that the taller elf's lips could reach Veranon's pointed ear. His right hand, meanwhile, slowly ran down Veranon's tightly muscled body until it found his crotch. Desire flooded Veranon's body, warming it with a need that Elwin's touch awoke within him. He gasped as those fingers unbuttoned the side closures at the elf's right hip, setting loose his cock, which sprang outward from its concealment. "Elwin... You're being naughty! And before the party begins, you feel the desire to start one of our own. What will I do with you...?" Veranon chided with a sly smile as his lover gripped his cock, hard, the hand pumping it gently. "Do you love me?" Elwin asked. "Of course I love you," Veranon retorted. "What kind of idiotic question is that, considering what we are about to do?" The black-haired man stepped around Veranon, dressed as richly as his lover, his short hair combed straight with a dusting of bangs along his forehead. He leaned in for a long, passionate kiss that drew Veranon's whole mouth into an oral embrace and a dance of tongues. His hand, meanwhile, continued to work magic between the other man's legs. Veranon started to put his arms around Elwin but the other elf was lowering his body down to his knees. "What are you...?" he started to ask but within moments, his long, thick-headed cock was deep inside Elwin's hot, wet orifice. The hard, searching tongue moved skillfully around the glans, teasing it while he sucked hard. The recipient of Elwin's oral ministrations gasped again as his eyes half-closed and his fingers tangled in the other elf's formally combed coif. "Shiiiit..." Veranon sighed with pleasure as his cock flirted with the back of Elwin's mouth, almost going into his throat. Nobody gave head the way Elwin gave head. While he worked his tongue, Elwin pushed down on Veranon's pants until they reached his ankles. Without breaking the slow, languid rhythm of his mouth, Elwin dipped his right fingers into a jar of lubricant and then he plunged those long fingers deep into Veranon's tight hole. The elf moaned, head tilted back, his fingers tightening in Elwin's short hair. In between sucking, Elwin paused to lick Veranon's long staff, sometimes teasing the head with his stiff tongue. There was a playful quality to Elwin's love-making, which Veranon adored. Other partners were usually so formal but Elwin, thankfully, knew how to have fun. With one hand rolling and tugging on Veranon's balls and the other teasing his ass, Elwin continued to suck hard on Veranon until the other elf's body stiffened, his hands pushing on Elwin's head. It took a great deal of restraint on his part but Veranon held back the flow of his pleasure for several minutes so that he could savor his beloved's gift. Then, with a final explosive moan, Veranon let himself go. Elwin drank most of it before releasing Veranon's slowly softening cock and covered his mouth once again in a soft kiss that seemed to last forever. When the shorter man reached for Elwin's pants, eager to reciprocate, the other pulled away, a teasing smile on his face. "No, no! Don't you dare! This was a gift, my love. Just a gift to show you how much I love you on this special day." Wearing a teasing smile, Elwin pulled up Veranon's pants, pushed his cock back against his body, buttoned them and bestowed a kiss to his forehead. It didn't stop Veranon from stroking the obvious bulge that snaked into Elwin's left pants leg. Chuckling, Veranon tsked and said, "You just wanted me to have mine so you could mount me later! I know you, Elwin Lanier." "Ye of little faith, my love! I am dismayed by your ill thoughts of me." Veranon laughed as he looked at himself in the mirror again. Elwin stood beside him, taller by an inch or more. They were a striking pair, dapper in their finest suits of dreamy silk, finely tailored waistcoats and tight-fitting pants. Veranon wore black and gray with his purple shirt while Elwin wore black with a shirt of crimson beneath his jacket. They held hands and their reflections smiled back at them. "How do we look?" Veranon asked. "Lovely save that my hair is a mess, thank you very much, Veranon Krae. Our guests will surely be aware that we were getting the festivities on without them." Veranon licked his fingers and very carefully rearranged Elwin's locks back into place. After a discriminating once-over, Veranon tweaked his work with a few finishing touches and mock-bowed to Elwin's reflection. "Wha-lah! Perfect as perfect is," he said. Elwin snorted but said nothing, which Veranon accepted as approval. "Shall we present ourselves to our guests before they get bored and begin to debauch themselves over the finger-foods?" He asked with a sly grin. "Oh, with haste, my love! With haste! Woe be the bored businessman with an eye for the fellow across the room who has yet to suck a stiff drink, let alone a stiff cock. By all means, let us go and entertain them!" Elwin laughed with a gleam in his dark green eyes. The pair exited their bedroom and walked down the hall into the main gathering room where most of their parties were held. It was one of those vast, well-appointed spaces that made the best locations for throwing parties. Chaise lounges, couches, chairs large enough for two and large, plush pillows lined the walls and were spread throughout the room. Interspersed among them were tables that were either low or high depending on what it was closest to. Put a glass of cognac or a plate of spiced shrimp on the floor? Never! High above them, several glittering crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their faceted gems sending out brilliant beams of bright light. Veranon knew the house servants had their ways of lighting the many candles but he couldn't fathom how they did it or how they burned for so many hours on end. It was just one of the many reasons they were paid so well. As the grinning pair stepped into the large room, their guests rose from their seats or turned from where they stood. There were seventy people, humans and elves, of varying appearance and numerous professions but they all had three things in common: they were all men, they were all wealthy and they were all known to either Veranon or Elwin or both. Some could even be considered "friends." Elwin coughed loudly as Veranon tapped a silver spoon against a fine goblet of spiral-cut crystal. The sound was high pitched and pure, drawing all eyes in the room to the two elves. "Thank you, thank you all for coming. Veranon and I have hosted many parties over the last four years with great success, I might add. Tonight's party will be one for the histories, however! We have a couple of announcements, games and, of course, the usual decadence and gratuitous sex. And business, of course!" The low mumble of laughter echoed around the room at the last words. Two men looked up with red faces, their clothes already in disarray. Veranon stepped forward, a serene smile on his youthful face. "My friends, today we have brought you here to witness the finest union of two souls that ever was. Elwin and I have decided to get married... Now!" The sound of the room changed from amusement to amazement in the space between heartbeats and then they began to applaud. The clapping of hands soon reached a thunderous crescendo accented with whistles and words of encouragement. Laughing, the two elves tried to regain silence so they could be heard again but the cheers overwhelmed their futile attempts. Eventually, calm was restored and Veranon smiled broadly, his cheeks flush with pleasure. "They love us..." he remarked to Elwin, who squeezed his hand tightly in return. "Magistrate Rillonzo D'Fuentes? Are you in here?" Veranon asked the room. Some of the partiers stepped aside, looking about at one another and casting their gazes to the floor. Finally, a group of young men parted and the magistrate, clothed but disheveled appeared from their midst, an embarrassed smile on his mature face. He stood, attempted to close his shirt and tucked away his penis with nervous hands as the slender boys laughed softly around him. They helped him brush the wrinkles away and he walked over to Elwin and Veranon with red cheeks. "At your service, my lords. My apologies. I was unaware that I would be needed in a professional capacity." He cleared his throat and asked, "Do you have the proper papers filed and signed for me?" Elwin nodded. "You can add your signature later but they're in the office for you. We have symbols of our union for you." He passed over two long leather boxes to the Magistrate, who blinked down at them in surprise. "For an impromptu wedding, you both have this pretty well planned out! I'm impressed. So, what kind of wedding will I be performing?" Veranon looked askance at Elwin who shrugged. "Um, the usual kind? You know, where you say some nice things, we say some nice things, you say some more nice things, pronounce us husbands and then we all fuck." Veranon was usually more poetic with his vocabulary but clearly he wanted to get things underway. The Magistrate grinned and nodded his head. "Of course. You two stand facing each other and I will begin with a dedication of sorts. Hold hands if you like," they did, "and I shall begin." D'Fuentes stood facing the rest of the guests, Veranon and Elwin in their impeccable attire with hands held between them and eyes only for each other standing before him. He had married many, many people over the years but these men were his favorite. Their parties were divine as a matter of course but the love they felt was palpable, a stirring reminder that love knows no sexual orientation and no distance in time or space. Love was never impossible and it was always in reach, especially for these two. He cleared his throat again and began to speak. "Welcome, friends, welcome to the union of these two souls who have come before us to share the next step of their enduring romance with us, their friends and associates. Years ago, they met at a party not unlike this one. Veranon was a neophyte-" The elf in question protested loudly, "HEY!" while Elwin laughed and retorted, "Well, he's right; you were!" Ignoring Veranon's grumbling, the Magistrate continued with a smile. "As I was saying, he was a neophyte, young and inexperienced, practically a lackey in the service of a powerful mercenary. Meeting Elwin, among other wise connections, raised his status and his fortune until he could no longer be looked down upon by his contemporaries. Elwin was there for him, his heart pulled reluctantly by Veranon's smile and his easy nature. But the fates tore them apart for a time. Yet, despite this, they never stayed away for long, their love deepening until-" "Are you going to tell their whole fucking story or marry them?" someone yelled from across the room. Laughter chased his words merrily along with a few voices urging him to finish "so we can start!" DeFuentes frowned and cleared his throat a third time. "A love like theirs is everlasting, a forever kind of love as well as a kind of merger, a business association like none other. They complete each other as friends, soul-mates, partners and lovers in ways most of us could only dream of. It is my fondest pleasure to set them on this next journey of their lives." The magistrate opened the leather box on top and noted the inscription embossed into the leather, "For Now and For Ever, Veranon." The bottom one had the same inscription but with Elwin's name. Clearly, they had known about this for some time. Inside each box was an identical, sharp crystal pendent that dangled from a long, gold chain for Veranon and silver for Elwin. They looked like tools of stimulation yet were beautiful enough to mask their sensual purpose. He withdrew one from the box and, after handing the boxes to another partier, he draped it over Veranon's neck and said, "Will you, Veranon Krae, take Elwin Lanier to be you legal husband, partner and beloved?" Veranon nodded, "I will." Then DeFuentes reached for the second box and withdrew the crystal pendent intended for Elwin and said, "Will you, Elwin Lanier, take Veranon Krae as your legal husband, partner and beloved?" Elwin smiled at Veranon and said, "Always." "Have you prepared your own words? Something to say in these moments to affirm your bond to one another?" The two men nodded and the Magistrate smiled and stepped away. Veranon, his cheeks flushed, said, "I was such a naive thing when we first met... I never dreamed that I would eventually give up what I praised as my freedom to marry you. I have run from every potential romance I have ever faced and I have had... many... regrets. But somehow, despite it all, you have remained there for me. You changed for me, made yourself a better man because you knew I could not abide jealousy and pettiness. I am in awe of you, of who you are and of my feelings for you. I swear that I will give back as well as you have given me and that you will never want for anything. I love you, Elwin, now and... Forever." Tears flowed down Elwin's cheeks as his eyes focused on Veranon's moss-hued gaze, also wet with unshed tears. His voice cracked as he spoke in a low voice steeped in the elixir of strong emotion. "Veranon, my love, my life, you are all I have ever wanted. In the beginning, you were... difficult... but you learned fast, found your own way as quickly as I taught you how to survive in this world of intrigue and cutthroat business transactions. Even when I had taught you all I knew, I wanted to remain by your side. I watched loves come into your life and chafed at the thought of any of them being where I wanted to be. My jealousy, my infantile desire to possess you almost ruined me. So I changed, I adapted as I knew I must. I know that I will have to share your body and even your heart sometimes but I am the one you have given your life to and that, for me, is more than I have ever dreamed I would have. I swear to be the best man, the last man, you will ever need as your life partner. I swear to remain by your side now and... Forever." Magistrate De'Fuentes smiled and stepped forward to take the embracing hands before him in his and said, "Then it is with great joy that, with the powers granted to me by the laws of the great city of Rennes, I now pronounce you husbands! Veranon, Elwin, you may now show us all how a real kiss is done." The two men playfully shoved the magistrate out of the way and embraced, Veranon laughing as he jumped and wrapped his slender legs around Elwin's hips. He was by far the stronger of the two but Elwin had learned to carry Veranon's weight with ease by changing his stance. It was a popular sexual position for them. They kissed, their mouth hungrily feasting on one another with juicy kisses and probing tongues. Elwin gripped Veranon's ass tightly with his hands and sucked on his neck, feeling his body beginning to respond to a deep, powerful need within him. "I want you so badly, Veranon..." he whispered into his new husband's pointed ear. Veranon sighed in response and playfully rubbed his cock against Elwin's through their clothes. "You will have me, my love, but this lot needs to play first and we have prizes and fun to dole out before we can consummate our marriage," Veranon murmured into Elwin's long neck. "I cannot rip away your pants and take you now?" the taller man asked impishly. "No... Not yet. But soon... Soon. We need to start the party and make the other announcement. The big one? The other reason we gathered this lot?" Elwin sighed and lowered Veranon to his feet to the loud roar of cheers. He was certain there would be complaints before long and the sound of the street patrol banging on their door. The servants would handle it as they always did but with their new home near the edge of the city proper in an area with a low, and very wealthy, population, complaints were few and most came with a request for an invitation. Still, seventy men could be very loud so he did his best to gain their attention- and their silence. Veranon tapped the glass again and the voices lowered to a murmur. "We have more for you, our friends, so if you will bear with us, we would like to make another announcement and then begin the party but it will be unlike anything you have ever experienced! Oh, yes... You thought our parties were wicked before? "You haven't seen anything yet!" To Be Continued... Business As Usual Ch. 02 Chapter 2 "What's in a Name?" When the noise settled, Veranon and Elwin faced their excited partiers with broad smiles and Veranon waved to someone who was leaning against the wall in the back of the room. "Master DasVivienne! Come forth, mon amor! This was partly your idea, after all." Everyone turned their heads to watch the tall, elegant elf with his streaming, shimmering cloud of lovely pale hair following in his wake. It was longer than his knees and caught up in several fancy braids, some twisted with glittering crystals. He wore a robe of deep purple and velvet trews in a gold embroidered burgundy that was almost black. There were gasps from among Veranon's associates as they breathed in the sight of the stunning man who walked between them to reach Veranon and Elwin. Smiling, he leaned over Veranon's hand and kissed it lightly before planting a longer one on the other elf's lips. He gave Elwin a long kiss as well and smiled as the pair encircled him in a hug. They parted enough that the crowd could view the three elves standing before them, beaming with pride. "Belvin is our newest addition to our growing enterprise, a gem broker of highly impressive skill. Some of you have met him, others have not, but all the same, he's a good one to consult for any questions about gemcraft that you may have. Additionally, he has a keen eye for business-" "-don't let his exotic looks fool you!" Elwin added with a chuckle. "He's no neophyte! Belvin here had both Veranon and I swindled into becoming his business partners before we knew what hit us!" "Belvin, tell them what we are up to." Veranon said with grin as he and Elwin backed away, slowly. The tall elf looked out over the impressive group of carefully chosen guests. He knew that Veranon and Elwin had spent more than a month combing over lists of people in an attempt to invite only the most reliable business associates, friends and trustworthy contacts they had while keeping the number safely below a hundred. Some of these men were Vendalis' own investors, people who had supported him even when he was still a neophyte in the world of gem brokering. Still, most of these faces were new to him and his pale cheeks flushed with color. "Ah... Ahem. Greetings... Um..." Vendalis began nervously. "Pretend they are all fucking each other," Veranon offered helpfully. "They will be doing that eventually anyway so just envision it now and you'll be able to ignore the fact that they expect you to say something. Go on." "Right. So, I've never spoken to such an impressive group of people! Thank you all for coming. Veranon is letting me give the latest announcement for some crazy reason... Very well, it was my idea, partially. You see, we went to a local brothel, Pierre's on the Water, I think. I remarked how nice it was, how serene yet how... boring. 'Wouldn't it be nice to have a place that was more than a place to pay for sex with attractive courtesans? With a restaurant and a fancy hotel and rooms for various fetishes? A house of pleasures and fantasies made real?' I asked. "That got Veranon and Elwin thinking and something sparked Veranon's memory, a time when he witnessed his brother and his brother's lover attacking one another for sexual dominance. He said, 'With naked men wrestling in oil for prizes- and mounting privileges!' Elwin looked at us both and mused that it had been some time since he invested in something interesting. So he said, 'We could do it ourselves...!' After a great deal of planning, searching for the site and figuring out what we planned to do and how we would go about it, we decided to open our own brothel, the three of us! A place where your fanta-" Vendalis continued to talk but seventy-five voices began to cheer and talk all at once. "Give it up, love. They're too excited at the moment, I think..." Veranon said, laying a hand on Vendalis' arm. Elwin quietly approached a box marked "Names" and withdrew three pieces of paper. He cleared his throat loudly and handed his companions each a slip. When the noise continued, he calmly walked over to Veranon and jerked his pants down to his ankles, much to other elf's surprise- and amusement. The men all stared at Veranon's tattooed cock and the large, gold hoop hanging from under the head. Attached to the hoop was a long herringbone chain of fine gold that ended in glittering, purple crystal. It was long enough to use as a leash and all the men in the room fixated on it. "Beautiful. Now that we all have your attention, more or less, I have drawn three names at random. These three men will step forward, please, as your name is announced. Veranon, what name do you have?" The elf had calmly stepped out of his pants entirely and stood before the crowd naked from the waist down. "Lord Irich Von Holzig!" he announced and the middle-aged human bearing the name stepped forward proudly to stand before the three elves. He was an impressive fellow, tall and broad of shoulder with a thick mustache that curled at the tips. Vendalis looked down at his paper after casting Veranon's cock a sideways smile and announced, "Sir Andres Holmesmeade." The knight was pressed up against the wall by a tall, pretty man of indeterminate age and blushed as he was hauled forward by other men near him. He scratched his red-tressed head and moved to stand beside the Lord. Elwin looked down at his paper and grinned broadly. "Master Rivera Rinaldi! Come forward and receive your prize. Now, each of you has won an impressive package, a one year Platinum Pass good towards any service, unlimited, our new brothel will offer, once it is complete and ready for visitors, which will hopefully be soon. These coupons are worth a great deal to you- keep them close. On your first visit, present them and you will be issued rings to denote membership good for one year. Questions?" The three men shook their heads though the knight raised his fingers. "Will you send word when the brothel opens?" Veranon nodded and took a sip from his glass of champagne. "Oui. You will be there for opening day." "What will you call it?" Lord Von Holzig asked. The three elves stared at one another blankly for a moment before looking at the three winners with varying expressions of confusion. "Eh... We don't know yet," Veranon said. "Names are tricky- you want one that is catchy, easy to remember and leaves no doubt as to the establishment's purpose," Elwin added. Vendalis smiled as he snatched a glass of golden champagne for himself. "It's a secret, my friends, to be revealed when we open." His answer satisfied the men, who nodded as they walked away to mingle with the other partiers. He spoke with such certainty that Veranon and Elwin both blinked at him in silence before downing their glasses. Clearing his throat, Veranon raised his voice above the murmur of the assembled guests. "The fun is now about to really begin! If it has not already..." He held up the box labeled "names" and shook it to draw their eyes. "Everyone must pick up to three names, no fewer than two. If you pick two of the same, drop one, pick up another or return them both and choose two more. The object of the game is randomly generated encounters. Sex is optional, of course, but to spice things up, we have the box in Elwin's hands." Elwin rattled his box before setting it down on the table. "Choose up to three tickets for each of your names. There is everything from standard penetration to bondage with mild flogging. There are dozens of pleasant ideas. They are, of course, as I said, purely optional. Questions?" "Are your names in the box?" Someone shouted from the center of the room. Elwin chuckled and said, "After I debauch my blushing groom, yes, we will be available if you draw our names." The elves watched as most of the men took strips of paper from both boxes and set about locating the owners of the names they had drawn. Some here did know the others to some degree due to parties like these but few had actually chanced to meet and talk. This was another reason the assembled partiers had been chosen. Once all the men had drawn the names and suggestions they wanted, Veranon hooked his fingers into Elwin's sleeve and looped his arm through Vendalis' elbow. "Conference, lads," Veranon said as he plucked a bottle of cognac off a serving girl's tray. "The whole bottle-?" Elwin protested as Veranon drew him and the pale haired elf from the room. Once out in the hall, they walked arm in arm with Veranon in the middle, his carafe gripped tightly on Elwin's side. He steered them into his study and disengaged himself from the two so that he could sit in his chair at the massive desk dominating the wall facing the door. Once seated, he looked up at his husband and lover while sipping the strong liquor directly from the container. This was completely out of character for the normally fastidious elf who was especially particular about his drink. "We don't have a name, Lovelies," he said sternly. Elwin nodded and perched his bottom on the corner of Veranon's desk, his hand comfortably held in Vendalis' palm. "Yes, I am aware of this fact. I do not understand why you are so concerned about this, Veranon. Names are important! You cannot just pull one out of a box, you know." Vendalis snorted and reached for the bottle. "Look, we can discuss this- later! After I debauch you in front of seventy-five other men. It's my wedding night and I want you, badly, Veranon Krae." "I want you, too! But, Beloved, the name-thing is going to eat me alive until we fix it. Aren't you embarrassed that we, of all people, had no answer for them? It was a stunning lack of planning on our part." Veranon took the decanter back from Vendalis and tilted it back for another drink. He sighed and looked past the two men to settle his moss-green eyes upon a large painting on the far wall above the mantle. He gazed at it for some time in silence as he thought and drank his cognac. The beautiful green-skinned man with his massive erection and incredibly fit physique did not look back but gazed instead at the young, fine-limbed human male laying back upon a bed of soft moss, his own erect phallus drawing the eye with its red crowned head and long, alabaster shaft nesting in a mass of soft, carrot-hued curls. There was tension in the figures but the boy, despite his pose with his arm held up as if to ward off the man standing above him seemed anything but frightened. The man, a male dryad, was in an aggressive stance with one foot forward and his hand reaching for the boy's but he had a slight smile as his other hand stroked the head of his penis. Flower petals from a canopy of purple and blue wisteria floated around them in a fairy paradise of green ivy, grasses, roses and delicate limbed trees. It was a stunning, magical piece that Veranon adored. "Vendalis... You gave us that painting as a gift..." "Yes, to celebrate your engagement and to thank you for accepting me into your fold. The artist who did it is here tonight as my guest since he was one of my first clients and pushed me to appraise art as well as gems. My true gift, of course, is with gemstones but I have a good eye for paintings as well, thanks to him," Vendalis said with a smile. "Why?" "Do you know the title?" Veranon asked with an eyebrow raised as his eyes appraised the impressive painting. Vendi reached for the carafe and drew in a long, deep swig, causing Elwin to cringe. The bottle had cost him ten gold, which was incredibly expensive to be slugged down like cheap wine. He reached for the decanter and snatched it away as the other elf tried to recall the title. "Ah... 'The Lusting Dryad,' I think it was. The artist was inspired by a male dryad he met once, a rare creature by any extent. They are exclusively lovers of men and rarely live more than a day because the female dryad who gives birth to them usually kills them on the spot. Elwin! Where's the-?" The black-haired man produced a bottle of amber brandy, a far cheaper liquor than the expensive cognac and handed it to him. "Swig this if you must swig anything." He turned to Veranon and scowled. "You are teaching the boy bad manners, Veranon. Men like us do not drink cold cognac straight from the bottle! It is obscene!" He was ignored as Veranon's eyes remained on the painting. He was muttering over and over under his breath various takes on the painting's title. "'Lusting Dryad,' 'Lusty Dryad...' No-no, too feminine... Lust, Lusting, Lustful... 'Lustful Dryad...' Wait... That's it! 'The Lustful Dryad!'" Suddenly excited, Veranon turned to Vendalis and took his hand, nearly jerking him into his lap. "Your artist friend...! Does he do commissions?" "He's an artist. If you give him enough coin, he'll sell his soul to you," Vendi snorted as braced himself against the arms of the chair. His long hair around his face had freed some of itself from the braids holding it back and framed his face in a dreamy fashion of floating web-fine strands. Veranon took handfuls of it and kissed the other elf's mouth in delight. "Do you think he will supply art and decor based upon this male dryad theme? For the whole brothel? Say yes!" More kisses showered upon Vendalis' mouth. "I, uh, cannot answer for him-" "Just say, 'yes,' love. Veranon won't accept any other answer," Elwin sighed with a smile on his lips. He loved it when Veranon was this delighted. Vendalis tried to look over his shoulder at Elwin but Veranon's hands held fast to his hair. "I will assume that he would jump at the chance for a project this big. I could talk to him if you like..." Smirking ever so slightly, Veranon let go of Vendalis' hair and ran his fingers down the front of the robe, parting it until the pale expanse of the elf's chest was available to his lips. Veranon eased the waistband of the pants down under the elf's long, hard cock and stroked it with his hand while his eyes fixed on Vendalis' face. "I, uh, oh, this feels... good... so... good..." gasped the pale-haired elf. Then Veranon drew that long member into his mouth and sucked on it, his teeth scoring the surface ever so slightly while his hand stroked and rolled the heavy balls. Elwin came up behind Vendi and pulled back the robe to expose his neck and shoulders. "My lovely boy, I do believe you have given us our brothel's name. Veranon's right... Despite my desire to shove my new husband over a chair and fuck him until he can taste my cock in his mouth, I do believe you deserve a reward. Just relax... and enjoy." Elwin pushed aside the great long, thick locks of hair and kissed the elf's shoulders and neck softly while his hand dipped below the waistband of Vendi's pants. Veranon reached into a drawer of the desk and produced a jar of lubricant, which he opened while slowly, methodically sucking on Vendi's impressive erection. He slid it along the desk so that Elwin could reach it. Lips stroking and tongue licking Vendalis' shoulders, Elwin dropped his pants to his ankles and kicked them aside while he likewise removed his lovers' trews. He then dipped his fingers into the soft, thick gel and pushed them slowly into Vendalis ass. He used his fingers like he would use his dick, shoving them in and pulling them out while stroking the sensitive gland behind the elf's large cock. He looked around the object of his sensual ministrations to spy Veranon's own delicately tattooed cock proudly erect, the loop under the fat head gleaming in the lamp light. The long chain was looped around his shoulders with the amethyst hanging down his chest to dangle off the chair. He reached for it and was rewarded when Veranon handed it to him absently. He tugged on it, causing Veranon to gasp with a mouth full of Vendalis' cock. He tugged harder and plunged his fingers deeper into Vendi's body. There was a primal need to enter one of the two men and though he desperately wanted Veranon, proximity to Vendalis won out and he coated his cock with more lubrication before plunging it deep into the pale-haired elf's body. A long moan punctuated with sighs of contentment filled the room as Elwin repeatedly shoved his cock hard and deep into Vendi's ass. Veranon sucked harder and harder still until gobs of hot, slightly salty fluid trailed down Veranon's throat and down his chin to drip on the head of his erect cock. Elwin came a moment later, his strangled cries muffled by the long hair as he pressed his mouth against Vendalis' back, his body bent over Veranon's seated form. He bucked hard, shoving his cock as hard and deep as it would go until he was completely spent. Breathing heavily, he looked over his lover's shoulder at Veranon, who was smiling but still erect, unspent. "Bastard... You planned this, did you?" Elwin accused. "Moi? I think not. Shall we return to the party?" said the grinning elf as pushed Vendalis back into a standing position. That one seemed dazed and had to rest against the desk for a moment while he collected his wits. Though Elwin held the leash, Veranon was clearly the one pulling Elwin along by his cock, a metaphor made hilariously true. "Vendi, darling, are you coming?" Nodding, the pale haired elf tugged his robe back over his shoulders and followed the two half-naked men back down the way they came and entered the main party room to the sound cheers. A young human came bounding up to Veranon with the eagerness of a puppy and exclaimed, "Veranon! I drew your name! I'm supposed to use the body paints on you and make you into a sensual masterpiece!" Grinning, Veranon kissed the young man softly and encircled Elwin with his arm. "I look forward to it but first, there is the matter of debauching my lovely new husband in view of you all. That is the tradition when one gets married, yes? Don't they call it a 'claiming' of the new spouse? Consummation of the marriage? I need to do that before I do anything else. My love?" he turned to Elwin, smirking mischievously. "Come along." They went to a place at the center of the room and Veranon pulled a pair of ropes dangling there above the floor to disappear into the ceiling. "You're putting me in the SWING?" Elwin protested as Veranon let the ropes slide through his fingers as a strange fabric contraption of belts and straps slowly descended from above. Without a word, his amused smile being his only reply, Veranon strapped Elwin into the swing and tugged the ropes, even getting assistance from a muscular fellow who helped secure them to concealed loops in the floor. The "swing" had Elwin positioned just lower than Veranon's hips, his legs spread wide and his hands above his body, tightly secured. Other men grinned and approached the tantalizing display of flesh before them, Elwin's balls and spent cock dangling deliciously for anyone to touch and tease. Veranon held them off with his hand and asked for a jar of lubrication. "He is mine first, lads. Then you can play!" While a jar was located, he detached the golden loop from the hole on the underside of his erect penis and draped the long chain around his shoulders. Blushing, Elwin looked back at his husband and smiled dangerously. "You'll get yours, pretty one! Oh, you will get yours!" Veranon withdrew something from his jacket pocket and showed Elwin a crumpled up piece of paper. He grinned broadly as the black-haired elf read it. Elwin's eyes grew wide. "'Using the swing at the center of the room, publicly display your ambition and desire to the man whose name you drew. How you do this is up to you but ensure that he is tightly secured.'" "You little shit..." Veranon lubed up his cock and rammed it hard up Elwin's tight hole. To keep the swing from flying, the burly fellow who helped Veranon secure the ropes held Elwin tightly. This had the benefit of giving Elwin something to play with while he was drilled with gleeful abandon by his husband. The big human sighed as Veranon's thrusts had the pleasant effect of intensifying Elwin's sucking of the man's thick member, which was right at Elwin's mouth's level if he leaned far enough. The big man happily raised himself up on an ottoman to make it easier for Elwin to reach his cock. Neither Veranon nor the human lasted especially long and both were soon spent, the gooey mess Veranon made dripping out of Elwin's tight, puckered red hole and splattered over the elf's angular face and in his hair. Business As Usual Ch. 02 Smirking, Veranon passionately kissed Elwin's semen-coated mouth and said, "I have to go do business with Vendi's artist. You 'hang' out here for a while, all right? When you get tired of it, just let the fellows know and they'll pull you down. That was delicious, by the way. I do love taking you on the swing... No worries, my love; you can still bend me over a chair later and pound me until I can taste your cock in my mouth. At least now we have given our brothel name and I can concentrate!" To Be Continued...