We Are Yours To Ruin

Chapter 1: Cum For Me, Boys 

Baron 

The lights on the stage were dimmed, moaning and grunting filling the darkened room. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, people holding their in anticipation and watching the ultimate part of the scene I was playing on the stage with two submissives. I can hear the sound of handjobs and blowjobs, making my dick painfully hard as a rock but I need to

concentrate. I needed to focus all my attention on the two boys, Ezra and Jacob. Both are getting real close to their climax and they have been so perfect that they deserve their release. The two submissives are hanging from the ceiling, blinded by a black cloth. I safely and as comfortably as possible tied up their forearms to their calves with long leather straps.

Each side is fixed to two long chains which are joined at the center and through a thick metal ring that is hooked to a long chain hanging from the ceiling. I was able to move them and swing them as much as I wanted, without effort. Their legs are spread wide open for everyone's pleasure to see their exposed ass and crotches. The spotlights directed towards the stage are heating the skin of my bare back, causing a thin film of sweat to form. I take a few steps back and contemplate the beautiful sight in front of my eyes for a while, these two fit bodies offering a delectable shoe of submission. I also carefully listen to their heavy breathing which is turning into some sort of staccato as they eagerly wait for the most pleasant sensation. I have been teasing their senses for the past thirty minutes with a satin flogger and a long feather, slowly edging them towards an imminent orgasm.

They are now facing each other, still hanging in their straps, waiting for what is coming up next. It is high time I bring them to their well deserved orgasm. I slowly walked to them, feeling my shaft twitch and try to escape my unbuttoned pants as if it hadn't had enough earlier when I cum twice in their mouths. As I slowly circle around them, my hands softly caress both their heads, with tenderness and I remove their blindfolds. Their eyes are now filled with lust.

“Good boys, you are doing great.” I praise both of them.

Their dicks are standing proudly, longing to be touched and stroked, and leaking with precum. I settled myself between them and let my hands roam along their chests for a bit longer. I tease their erect nipples and run further down until my fingers reach their groin, fondling their tight balls. Yet avoiding touching the sensitive skin of their dicks. As a dominant, I love this feeling of controlling their pleasure, of being able to decide if and when I will let them cum. My hands slowly trail up and down their chest again and their moans only grow louder. 

“Are you getting needy, boys?” I asked softly.

“Please, Master Baron.” Jacob begs in a barely audible whisper while Ezra whimpered in frustration.

When my fingers finally wrapped around their dicks, I could see all their muscles tense all of a sudden and their chest started rising and falling at a faster pace. I began to stroke them more roughly, one dick in each of my hands, their bodies arch and their eyes raise to the ceiling in pleasure. I know they won't be able to hold back much longer, but I wanted them to cum at the same time when I allowed them to. I coax their testicles for a few seconds and return to stroking their leaking dicks, I can see their balls getting tighter and higher up. I have become completely oblivion to what may be happening in the room and only my two submissive's pleasure matters to me. I can no longer see the audience of other dominants and submissives and I can't hear them anymore. I am fully focused on these two gorgeous boys that are at my mercy.

“Cum for me,” I finally said in a low tone.

“Now!” I ordered.

Their bas arch one last time and all their muscles contracted from the burning waves of pleasure, their knees spread even wider, allowing the rush of ecstasy to unfurl with more intensity. Long streams of sperm spilled out of their dicks before they landed on their bare stomachs. Jacob lets out a huge scream of contentment and relief while Ezra clenches his teeth and tries to hold off his moans as I continue to milk them dry. This is one of the best parts of a scene, at least to me. Watching their expression fill with bliss and their minds surrender to beatitudes from the simple touch of my hands is just wonderful. The pleasure I get from seeing their now sated eyes and their lax bodies surpasses my own urge for another release.

The spotlights are switched off on stage, replaced by the dim lights of the room. My friend Justin joins me on stage and helps me to pull down the boys. We quickly free them from the restaurant and chains, their bodies are completely limp now and I bend over to take Jacob in my arms and carry him to my private room for aftercare. While Justin follows me with Ezra in his arms. The organization of the club is set like clockwork and a security guy is preceding us, opening the doors. All the way to my private room, I whisper words to the boys, praising them with how good they did. As soon as both of them were laid on the large bed in the room, Justin left, closing the door behind him and I immediately started to tend to their care.

I used warm, wet washcloths to clean the mess on their stomachs and chest and then dry them off. The bond between the two of them after they participate in the threesome is really strong, so I make them roll on their stomachs next to each other with their sides touching. I climbed on the bed, holding a bottle of oil, and placed one of my knees between Ezra's legs and the other between Jacob's, straddling him. I spend the next hour massaging each of their limbs, starting with their arms, their necks, their legs and ending with their backs. Alternating between the two of them. 

By the time I finished, the two of them were deeply asleep, so I covered their slacked bodies with stained bed sheets. They will be able to spend the rest of the night here before they go back home. I quickly change back into my normal clothes and silently leave the room to meet Justin in his office. Justin is the owner of Sanctuary Of Sins and also one of my best childhood friends. Justin and I grew up in Mbano and we have known each other like forever. We spent our entire childhood together with two other of our best friends, Asher and Grayson. Despite our very different social classes and backgrounds, our group four was always together. There has always been a tight bond between us and our friendship almost never swayed, even after we graduated from high school and we took different paths.

Well, Justin is a bit of an exception since he left Mbano for personal reasons before the end of last high school year and there was a long period I couldn't see him. But he always managed to keep in touch one way or another. As for Asher and Grayson, it was pretty much the same except I was able to meet them more often during the summer breaks, either in our hometown or elsewhere.

My parents own a small restaurant in Amigbo. Although my father is a great cook, he never had the will to expand his skills and see things bigger. He always thought that his small restaurant was enough, he does all the cooking and my mother takes care of the service and other tasks. As a child, I spent a lot of time at the restaurant. I would do my assignments at one of the dining tables and get one of my father's delicious meals before customers begin to show. My mother would then take me upstairs to the apartment we own above the restaurant before she returns back to work. My parents could easily keep an eye on me while working at the restaurant and either of them would often come upstairs to check on me. I quickly became autonomous and performed my evening routine of bathing and brushing my teeth, playing in my room and going to bed all alone.

When I turned twelve, my parents allowed me to stay a little longer at night. I would either help my mother in the restaurant's dining room or watch my father cooking in the kitchen. I actually much preferred the second option, I could spend hours watching my father slicing vegetables, mixing spices and combining ingredients. I learned so much from him and it also created strong bonds between us. I obviously found my love for cooking there and especially when my father finally let me help him in the kitchen. At a young age, I discovered I could do whatever I wanted with ingredients. I loved letting my imagination work its wonders and try new associations and recipes. My father was extremely proud of my growing interest in cooking and he often told me how he couldn't wait until I would be able to really work with him and take over the restaurant at his old age. However, I had different ideas and goals.

I truly love my family, which is only my father, mother and me. They have always been extremely loving and caring towards their only son, they are the most affectionate and open-minded parents I have ever known. But my expectations were way beyond owing this small restaurant, I wanted something big, something that would bring me wealth. I wanted to be able to live in a beautiful place like my friend Grayson. Don't get me wrong, it was not envy or jealousy towards him. His family was quite rich, though much less than he is now. But he never showed off. His CEO father lived in a big mansion thanks to his success in developing a construction company. 

However, money was not making

Grayson any happier than other children.