On The House

This story is part of the Guardians of the Crown Jewels gameplay experience.

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On The House
The sweet and complex taste of a vintage port was one of the few luxuries Henrique could not live without. The crystalline glass of sugary wine, which came paired with almendrados and a few squares of Swiss chocolate, ended the delicious meal the man had enjoyed thus far at Club L’Excentrique.

How ironic, he thought, that European chefs were the most celebrated ones in this iconic American city. Still, food was a relative word in the prestigious, yet deviant establishment; staff members of both genders were expected to remove most of their clothes once the last plate had been served. This provided a tasty dessert to all senses, indeed.

Comfortably sitting down on an elaborate chair crafted out of mahogany, Henrique eyes were drifting over the toned body of both men and women. However, he soon noticed that a well-groomed gentleman in his forties was walking toward his table. Dressed in a midnight-tinted three piece bespoke suit, the elegant fellow, who sported short black hair and gray eyes, acted as if he knew him.

“Senhor de Mendonça?”

Henrique kept his cool, though he got up to greet this unexpected company. “It is I. Have we met before?”

The visitor smiled. “I am sorry. My name is Jean-Pierre de Courcillon; it is an honor for me to welcome you in this humble abode of mine.”

Henrique shook the extended hand of the French man as they both sat down. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir. You mentioned that you are the owner of this club?”

Jean-Pierre restrained a brief chuckle. “Let’s just say that I am the one in charge. I thus hope everything was to your liking tonight?”

“It was perfect. My apologies if I overextend myself, but I survey that you do not personally discuss with all of your patrons?”

“You are correct. However, I always make exceptions for someone such as yourself.

Your reputation precedes you, Henrique, even beyond the Atlantic. We simply wanted to know if this had anything to do with our organization.”

The blond-haired man slightly squinted his eyes. “I am not here for family’s business, but on personal request by the House of Brendania.”

The Frenchman nodded, and smiled again, as if nothing had happened. “Good, I thought as much myself. Well, then, please excuse me for wasting your time.

Enjoy yourself; everything is on the house tonight.”

Jean-Pierre snapped his fingers as he got up, silently telling the staff about their arrangement.

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Henrique reminisced over the Frenchman’s remark as he relaxed on the couch of his suite. Truly, some words were to be taken to the letter in this resort. The Portuguese gent thus lightly tapped upon the shoulder of Simon; the trainee had so far been performing an acceptable fellatio on his shaft, though it was now time to go a little... further.

Well-groomed and of small stature, the young brown-haired man in his early twenties was working in the club when he caught the duelist’s attention. Henrique, whose carnal tastes were quite variable, had been in the mood for topping, and his partner provided for quite an attractive target – literally, in fact.

Now bent over the low oaken table of the suite’s living room, Simon attempted to relax himself as he anticipated what was going to happen. Fortunately, the experienced Henrique patiently and tenderly massaged the back of his lover with flavored oil, making sure to properly lubricate him in a firm yet respectful manner.

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Moans of pain quickly turned into whimpers of pleasure; Henrique’s shaft, of average size, easily slid in and out of Simon's dilated anus. Nevertheless, the blond man forcefully held upon the shoulder of his submissive partner, his hair brushing on his neck in a display of both physical and mental leverage.

Thus, it would have been to no one’s surprise when Henrique ordered his lover to masturbate, in an authoritarian manner. Simon obeyed, which caused his ring muscles to tighten in rhythmic movements. The contractions helped carry Henrique’s beyond the edge; he clutched the short hair of his partner as he began to ejaculate, his flaring glans unloading white ropes of semen deep inside the warm sheath.

“Oh yes; I’m coming, I'm breeding you! Now, shoot your seed on the table!”

Simon whimpered, both from pleasure and submissive desire.

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Despite his apparent distance, Henrique was nonetheless a considerate lover. He held Simon close to him as they went to bed; his partner was now contentedly resting beside him as they intermittently shared a few pecks. Yet, the blond man's head remained in the clouds: he couldn’t help but think that something was not right about tonight’s events.

Still, in the end he groaned. There was nothing he could do, for now.