There was no need for Carlson to provide him an address. His mansion on the hill overlooking their borough was visible to all. Blackbourne took his motorbike since he didn't own an auto. In the past, such a luxury was beyond his means. As the crisp autumn air blasted him, making him shiver, he considered buying one. Now that he had the stipend added to his income he was practically upper class.

  He parked on a driveway encircling a giant fountain of spitting marble dolphins. There were no other cars on the cobblestone drive. This put a stitch in Blackbourne’s brow. Broad doors on the pillared front porch opened and a middle-aged butler appeared. Blackbourne stayed mounted on his bike, assuming he was about to be told where to park. The balding man beckoned him to enter instead.

  He sighed, kicked his stand down, and secured his helmet to the back seat. Once he was up the wide front steps he entered an anteroom that was open to the full three stories of the house. Tall windows allowed the starlight shimmer in the crystals of a chandelier as big as a London black cab.

  “Welcome to Carlson Manor, Professor Blackbourne.” The butler reached to take his coat.

  Blackbourne eyed him with scrutiny while giving up his bike jacket. “How did you know my name? Am I the only guest? This was supposed to be a Committee meeting.”

  “Not at all, Professor,” the balding man spoke with his nose lifted. “The remaining guests have yet to arrive.” He hung his coat on a brass swan wall hook. “If you’ll follow me.”

  He hesitated, but then made his feet work. Think of the stipend. The butler opened another set of doors leading into a great room. Past a grand piano and another ostentatious chandelier was Carlson standing beside a fireplace. Three leather couches formed a seating area around him. On a large glass tea table was a brandy sifter with matching cups, and a seven-tiered tray of finger sandwiches.

  The doors closed behind him. When he turned he realized the butler had shut him in.

  Carlson caught sight of him. He swirled a glass of amber brandy in one hand. “Ah, Professor. Good man. You’re right on time.” He wore a belted smoking jacket and slacks. (Blackbourne had put on a suit coat.)

  He snuffled indignantly and crossed the massive room. “Where’s everyone else, Carlson?”

  He grinned. “They’ll be along. Not as punctual as you, I’m afraid. Do have a seat.”

  Blackbourne took a spot on the center couch closest to the sandwich tray. “This is looking dodgy.”

  “Well, I may have told them 21:30.”

  Blackbourne shot a glower at him with his jaw opened. The cunning man came near to pour brandy.

  “I wanted us to have time for a private chat.” He presented him the glass.

  “You know that’s the blasted last thing I want.” He took it only so he could to set it on the table with a thump.

  Carlson sat beside him. His face had gone somber. “These are my sons, Professor. I beg you to humor me for just a bit.”

  His heart began to race. Once again he had a feeling like a cornered rabbit. He swallowed down the lump building in his throat. “Look. I didn’t want it to happen.”

  Carlson’s brow rose.

  “I’m not a predator.”

  “Of course you’re not.”

  “I take responsibility. I could have ended it before it started. I made the choice and I can’t say I don’t regret it. I was weak…and I was cajoled.”

  “Wesley, dear. You act as if I’m confronting you about a crime. I was delighted you gave them some sport.”

  “Well I wasn’t!” His voice had turned sharp. He clasped the glass of brandy for a moment to collect himself. “They’re my pupils.”

  "And my sons. But this was what they wanted. You can't deny you must have wanted it as well because it happened. As I said, I'm delighted it did."

  “Then what’s the point of this talk?” He took a sip of the brandy. The potent liquor warmed him as it drained through his body. “Must you torment me over my indiscretion?”

  "Not at all." He sighed in a way that made Blackbourne peek at him. "Listen. I've some things to tell you. They're things no one outside this mansion is privy to. I feel you can know my secret because you've one of your own now. One that unites you to me, whether you care for that or not."

  Blackbourne harrumphed and took another sip.

  “You see, their mother and I divorced when they were toddlers. I’d had quite a scandalous affair—my mistress was my half-sister, you see.”

  Blackbourne’s eyes widened.

  “My ex-wife was given sole custodianship of the boys. Then she married a Viscount and moved to Leeds. My father passed around this time and I inherited the school. I had to move to Brixby, nowhere near Leeds, though frankly it was likely the best thing for me. I was able to become obscure, to get away from the scandal and shame I’d dealt with in London. Of course, I ached to lose my boys. There wasn't much to be done. I had no rights to assert, and they’d become cloistered aristocracy. I didn’t even get a look at them until the Internet became so popular.”

  Blackbourne listened with interest, despite not allowing it to register on his face. At the same time, he wondered what Carlson's point was.

  “I found out my ex-wife had divorced the Viscount while the boys were in their teens. She supported them on her maintenance order. They were getting near the age for university. I thought that if they could come to my school I could reconnect with them. I yearned for that, you realize. So I made contact and she wasn’t at all opposed. I looked the better man than the Viscount after all this time, and my school was prestigious. What’s more, Lionel and Rodney were keen on the idea. It was settled, but the boys wanted to muck about Europe for a bit after they’d graduated. I was patient for a year. But then they took two. I insisted they start school this year. I got some push-back for that. Their mother told me they were strong-willed. Education was not so much of a priority as reveling. I knew I’d have my hands full.”

  Blackbourne drained his glass and poured another. “Yes, well, they obviously enrolled and are getting on well enough in school.”

  “Right. They came to live with me last summer.” He paused and then pursed his lips. Blackbourne eyed him. “Are you familiar with GSA?”

  “No.”

  “Hm.” He leaned back into the cushions. “Rodney has a heart of pure gold. He’s kind, full of love. He knows it’s best he finish his schooling. He doesn’t wish to disappoint me, or his mother.” His shoulders slumped. “Lionel, though, he’s wild and reckless. Cunning too, and clever. He doesn’t think past tomorrow, and he’ll only stay in school if he finds something to fuel his appetites. He needs challenges, like you. Or obsessions. If you give him boring routine he’ll be gone without even a goodbye.” Carlson closed his eyes and sighed. “And where Lionel goes, so goes Rodney. They’re attached at the hip.”

  Blackbourne's face tensed with consternation. The predicament was valid and struck a chord with him. It would be tragic if Lionel coerced Rodney into dropping out.

  “I love them both, you know. It would devastate me for either boy to run off. I can’t even bear the thought.”

  He drank the remainder of his glass and set it down. When he turned to look at Blackbourne the President’s eyes had a shade of darkness.

  “GSA stands for Genetic Sexual Attraction.”

  Blackbourne nodded. “And that’s what goes on between the two of them?”

  “No. It only occurs with close relatives who first meet as adults.”

  He grew perplexed.

  Carlson turned his focus to the fireplace. “After they’d been living with me for a few weeks, and we’d connected beautifully, I caught the two of them sucking each other’s cocks.”

  Blackbourne’s face still registered confusion.

  “I took off my clothes and got into bed with them.”

  He groaned. Of course, you did. The serious talk had made him temporarily forget the man was a lecher.

  "After that, you could say we got quite a bit closer." He poured himself a new glass of brandy. "And I know it's fiendish, but we were all adults, all cognizant of what we were doing. We accepted the taboo but still found it…deliriously erotic."

  “I’ve yet to understand your point, Carlson.”

  “I’ll come to it. Do be patient. It’s not an easy thing, revealing all that.”

  “I’m not your father confessor.”

  He took a long drought of his brandy. “That’s good. Because I don’t consider what we do a sin. As I said—”

  “Yes, I’ve well enough got it.”

  “I expect you to neither be judgmental nor self-righteous. If I’d have stormed away from that bedroom in disgust I would have lost both of them.”

  Blackbourne turned up a palm. “Ah, well, that was quite a sacrifice you made then.”

  “It bloody wasn’t. But don’t you dare claim I’m polluting them.”

  Blackbourne sipped. “I claimed nothing of the sort.”

  “And? Give me your judgment then.”

  He met Carlson’s eyes. “You’re a great lot of perverts.”

  Carlson sat back again. He mulled the proclamation while looking toward the high ceiling.

  “Yes. I’ll accept that.”

  “Getting back to your point.”

  Carlson cleared his throat. “We spent the summer being intimate. Not just sexually, though that was a large part of it. I think I know my boys even better than their mother knows them. Rodney feels emotion so strongly that he’s brought to tears. He’s happy to be living with me. He wouldn’t ever wish to hurt me. Lionel, though, he was enchanted with the taboo. He wished to be owned, so I owned him. And he does respect me—but that doesn’t surmount the way restlessness can consume him. I had to keep upping our game. I initiated him to so many new delights, his brother along with him.”

  “Again. I ask you what your point is.”

  “There’s only so much I can do. I knew I could no longer entrance him. Lionel became entranced by you. I used that.”

  Blackbourne’s stare grew dull. The alcohol had coursed its way to his brain, granting a pleasant inebriation.

  “And as I said, things must continually escalate to keep him entranced.”

  He gave Carlson a narrow stare. “What are you getting at?”

  “Lionel is untethered now that you’ve been conquered. He could run. I have to show him I can still surprise him.”

  Carlson reached over and took his hand. He darted a wide-eyed look at the contact.

  “Help me. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  “Good God what are you driving at?” And yet he knew. His cock began to rebel by thickening in his pants. The reaction made his lower lip quiver. He closed his mouth.

  Was he an incest fetishist? For fuck’s sake, Wesley! Get it together.

  The double doors on the other side of the room opened. Blackbourne closed his eyes in relief.

  More meeting attendees…thank the heavens.

  He looked back over the edge of the couch.

  Lionel and Rodney stood only a few feet from them.

  “Is he in then?” one of the twins (he presumed Lionel) said.

  “Come join us boys,” Carlson said. “We’re not quite there yet.”

  The twins came around the couch. Lionel sat huddled close to his father. Rodney slunk next to Blackbourne. He entwined the fingers of their hands.

  “Please,” Rodney said, with his blue eyes sparkling.

  The heat of him was impregnating Blackbourne’s side. He couldn’t draw his gaze from the boy’s beautiful eyes for a moment.

  “I don’t know what your father is asking me.” That’s a bloody lie. Thankfully his suit jacket hid the growing bulge at his crotch. “And I don’t think we should all be snuggling together when guests will be arriving soon.”

  Lionel snorted with a laugh.

  “Oh, all right,” Carlson said. “There’s no one coming.”

  Blackbourne’s eyes bulged.

  “You’re the only faculty on the Honors Committee. It’s just you and the honors students.”

  Blackbourne rubbed his hand over his face. “I came here for a blasted meeting.”

  “He’s got no idea?” Rodney said. “I thought you were going to spell it all out, da.”

  “I know he wants me to do something lecherous with you.” He said this with his face still buried in his hand. That’s what it is—lecherous. Don’t lose your resolve.

  “Right,” Lionel said. “In the dungeon.”

  Blackbourne looked up completely aghast.

  Carlson topped off his glass. “Have a bit more brandy.”

  “No.” He sat upright. “I’m leaving.” His legs became quivery. He felt unsure if he could manage to stand.

  Rodney clung to him. “Please don’t go.”

  The words caused a pang. He met the boy’s eyes again.

  “All I can think about is you. I wanted to stay after class and all, but they said to wait till tonight. Now you’re here, it’s so brilliant.” He lowered his gaze. “I got so bloody happy when I saw you. Please don’t go, Prof.”

  Blackbourne felt the strength knocked out of his chest. He looked toward Carlson.

  “Just exactly what are you proposing?”

  "We have a playroom downstairs. Come down and have a bit of fun with us. That's all."

  He clenched his teeth. “And just why would I ever consent to such lewdness?”

  Lionel grabbed his father’s arm. “Can you blackmail him, da?”

  “Certainly not, Lionel,” he said in a chiding tone. He gave Blackbourne a suggestive smile. “Wouldn’t you like to watch me spank their bare asses? Lionel gets hard when his nipples are lashed. And Rodney—”

  “Stop it!”

  “He moans and squirms and is rather the more adventurous of the two. We’ve such lovely toys down there.”

  Oh, good God. He loathed how his mind drew up the sordid images. His organ desperately needed to be shifted to his trouser leg. He didn’t dare.

  Carlson began stroking his leg dangerously close to his inner thigh. Blackbourne couldn't help but stutter the breath caught in his throat.

  “Come now. You know my boys are lovely. I can be lovely too.”

  “You’re my boss.”

  “But we’re not at school, and I’ve put nothing at stake. I’ve told you my reasons. And I wouldn’t pursue this if you hadn’t already shown an interest. Don’t be a prude now, Professor. It’s just a bit of fun. With me. Lionel. And your Rodney.”

  Rodney…

  He grimaced at the prospect of submitting. Carlson put his drink back in his hand. He drained it, then set it down forthrightly. Now he was far too drunk to drive his motorbike.

  Rodney pressed himself against his side. “It can be lovely. Going to the limit. You could surprise yourself.”

  The boy’s face was so beautiful. He dreamed of being just with him. Instead he had him as bait. He winced. He knew he was allowing himself to be manipulated.

  “Just once. And never again.”

  “Fucking yes!” Lionel said.

  Carlson stood and took his hand.

  He allowed himself to be led away.

  5 Dungeon

  The basement stairs came down to a wide carpeted hallway leading to an iron door. Rodney and Lionel began toeing off their shoes.

  Carlson wrapped an arm around Blackbourne. “Clothes are forbidden in the dungeon.”

  He grimaced.

  “What is it? Bashful?” Carlson palmed his crotch. “The boys have already seen you.” He rubbed his groin. Blackbourne tolerated it with stern eyes fixed on his close face. “It’s time to share your lovely body with me, also.”

  “How does a man get to be like you?” Blackbourne said, still held in Carlson’s encircling arm.

  “Pshaw. Stop stalling.”

  Naked buttocks appeared in front of them as each boy shed his trousers. The twins then stood side by side. Blackbourne looked at the gorgeous specimens even while Carlson continued to molest him. Their lean muscular bodies had the exact same definition, as though they’d trained together. Their cocks were pointing outward, pink capped and of equal size. Blackbourne sighed as discreetly as he could. They remained an erotic fascination to him.

  “Aren’t they lovely?” Carlson said in his ear.

  Blackbourne swallowed. “Stunning.”

  “All right, boys, your professor’s gotten shy.” Carlson stepped away from him. “Rip his clothes off.”

  Blackbourne gaped. “I should say not.” He let his suit coat drop from him.

  Lionel and Rodney helped pull his shirt off him and down his pants. He submitted, just as before. Carlson shed his clothes a few steps away. The older man still had good form. He was fit, not terribly muscular, but without any sagging. If they didn’t know each other and met in a pub Blackbourne would have fancied going home with him.

  Except he did know him. He was his boss. The boys were his pupils.

  So damned surreal.

  Once stripped naked the boys lingered around him. Hands danced up and down his body, lighting warmth in his flesh. Blackbourne watched them with his lips parted. He wasn’t sure who was who. For now he luxuriated in the smooth skin to skin contact he shared with both of them.

  “Let me see, you greedy boys,” Carlson said.

  The twins moved to flank his sides. Blackbourne felt his face grow hot. His boss’ eyes absorbed every inch of his exposed flesh, lingering at his burgeoning erection. The pleased look that formed on his face was completely lecherous.

  “Very nice.”

  “He takes it up the ass real smooth, da,” one of the twins (he presumed Lionel) said.

  “So you’ve told me.” His grin amplified.

  “And he gives it just as well.” Rodney looked into Blackbourne’s eyes as he spoke. The professor wrapped an arm around him.

  Carlson led the way to the door, flashing a pair of shapely buttocks. “Now then.”

  The playroom had a massive bed impregnated into the floor in its middle. Forbidding riggings hung above it, and a few toys lie scattered upon it. The remainder of implements hung on the walls or dominated the corners. There was a black leather horse, a hanging sex swing, a spanking bench, and a wooden X cross with wrist and ankle restraints. On the panel walls were various whips, crops, clamps, straps, and cuffs. Beneath this were open chests overflowing with more items.

 

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