Chapter 9 -  Queen Brian! (Friday, June 3rd)

Brian stood in front of the mirror and tried for the fifth time to get the stupid, piece of shit, gold plastic tiara to sit straight. It kept sliding down his forehead all the time and it was messing up his hair. Brian hated the fucking thing. He was really tempted to just snap it in pieces and chuck it in the trash. If he'd known winning the Kissing Challenge the night before was going to result in him having to wear a ridiculous toy crown all day, he might not have bothered.

Although, it HAD been a hoot making Honeycutt blow his wad like that. Brian was still chuckling over the look on his friend's face when Em declared they had a winner then took off the blindfold only to discover he'd chosen Brian! His face had fallen so fast and, for half a second before he'd managed to pull his game face back on, the big southern queen had looked positively horrified. He really looked forward to teasing the shit out of EmmyLou the next time he saw his old friend. In the end, Brian figured that the hassle of wearing the tiara was probably worth it just for the years of joke material he'd get out of the experience.

He'd also been enjoying the perks he got from being declared the ‘Queen For The Day’ here at the Residence. For the entire day, he got to order around all the other contestants and they had to do WHATEVER he told them. To start with, he'd had Adrien prepare and bring him breakfast in bed. Then he'd had Paal wash him in the shower - which, of course, included a blow job before they'd finished. As soon as he figured out how to keep the tacky crown on, he was headed out to the pool where he planned on swimming laps for a half hour and then demanding a full body massage from whomever happened to be closest.

This was definitely the life for him!

Two hours later, Brian was lying face down on the pool-side lounge chair, almost asleep as a result of his excellent massage.

It turned out that little Malik was a registered Physical Therapist and had taken quite a few classes in various massage techniques before he'd graduated. Brian thought his massage skills were superb. Who knew those relatively small hands would be so strong? If he was half as good at all the physical therapy exercises and manual manipulations required by his job, Brian suspected he'd do really well whenever he finally did open up his own PT clinic - which Malik had confessed was his reason for entering this competition.

"Now, let me just pull this umbrella over here a bit so you don't get too much more sun," Malik said as soon as he had finished the massage and wiped the oil off his hands with a small towel. "We don't want that pale, white boy ass of yours to get burned, now do we? Can't have our 'Queen' all sunburned and cranky for tonight's Challenge," the boy teased.

Brian felt too relaxed and comfortable to bother reprimanding the disrespectful youth.

"My, my! Don't you look pleased with yourself," Brian was roused from his cat nap by another teasing voice a few minutes later.

"It's good to be the Queen!" Brian replied lazily.

“So it would appear. Although, if it were me, I wouldn’t be wasting my day of royalty by lying around on my fat ass.” Justin continued with the teasing, not realizing for even a moment what he was getting himself into.

Brian probably wouldn't have bothered responding except that the annoying, teasing, newcomer had the audacity to emphasize his words by bending over close to Brian's chair and vigorously shaking his head, hair still dripping wet from the pool, so that a couple drops of freezing cold water hit Brian's sun warmed skin.

“Shit, Gramps! You are so adorably naive. Let me educate you,” Brian replied, sitting up and adjusting the back of the lounger so that his head was now slightly raised. “First of all, my ass is NOT fat - it’s perfect for my svelte, GQ body,” Brian paused to allow time for the chuckling he knew he’d hear from the boy at that remark. “And secondly, I’m not just lying around being lazy. I’m actually quite busy. I’m trying to decide if I should have you suck my balls or if I’d rather have you bend over so I can spank that luscious pink hind end of yours until it’s all covered with my bright red palm prints.”

Justin giggled even louder at Brian’s last proclamation. Until, that is, he noticed that Brian wasn’t laughing along. Brian was just staring at him with one sexy eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk decorating his gorgeous face. Justin’s giggles died away.

“I’m not kidding, Gramps,” Brian stated matter of factly. “It’s a really difficult choice, though. Balls or Butt?” Brian pretended to weigh the two options in his empty hands before letting his right hand drop precipitously as if it was holding something weighty. “Mmmhmmm. Definitely the Butt! Okay! So, climb on up here where I can get to that bounteous bubble butt, Gramps!” Brian ordered, patting the slats of the lounge chair demonstratively with his hand.

“Really? You’re . . . you’re serious?” the now timid twink stood there hesitating.

Brian really HAD just been ribbing the kid at first. Since their very first meeting, this kid had just seemed to inspire a playfulness in Brian that was a bit out of character for the usually taciturn older man. He had no idea where it came from, but Brian just couldn’t stop himself. He had truly enjoyed kidding and provoking the boy over and over. Brian was learning quickly, however, that Justin usually gave back almost as good as he got, which just made the whole experience even more delightful as far as Brian was concerned.

On top of his agreeable nature, though, the boy was also so fucking adorable. Brian couldn’t tell what turned him on more - that perky ass, the big grin that seemed like it could almost light up a darkened room, or his charming, easy-going manner. And there was also that delicious-looking package the little twink sported, seemingly oblivious to the way that perfectly formed, pale-pink prick that he promenaded around, affected the rest of the men now living with him. Brian wasn’t any more immune than the others to the twink’s many charms. In fact, he’d known early on that he would like nothing better than to devour the little guy whole.

So, while he WAS originally just teasing the kid, as soon as he’d actually voiced the idea of spanking that perky posterior, he found he really liked the idea. He liked that idea a lot! And from the way his dick started to twitch, it seemed like his cock liked the idea a lot too. Which was why, in less than a heartbeat, Brian’s flippant mood turned into something much more frisky.

“I’m very serious. AND, I’m the Queen, so get your ass over here, Gramps. On your knees with your head down by my feet,” Brian ordered, helping matters along by grabbing Justin’s thigh as soon as he’d shuffled close enough and manhandling the kid into the position Brian desired. “That’s good! Mmmmm. Just look at that pale, creamy skin. Damn, I bet my handprint will look so pretty there, don’t you?”

From the way the younger man had immediately tensed up, Brian suspected that spanking was something the tyro was not already acquainted with. The anticipation of introducing this innocent to a new pleasure just served to ramp up Brian’s arousal another few notches. But when Justin hesitantly climbed onto the lounge chair and positioned himself on his hands and knees with his jaunty ass perched right up in Brian’s face, the experienced man thought he himself might lose it and cum before he’d even touched the kid. He almost abandoned his spanking plans when he saw the shy, perfectly shaped, dark pink pucker that had heretofore been hiding between the globes of that distractingly tasty tush. But then a vision of ivory skin branded with his handprints arose again in his mind’s eye and he decided that he’d proceed as scheduled and come back for a taste of the other tantalizing treat later.

The first thing Brian did was rub the palms of both hands against the soft expanse of silky skin. Fuck! The kid’s skin was so unbelievably soft! Brian had never experienced anything like it. And just underneath that unblemished, silky skin, he could feel firm muscles that made him want to just sink his fingers into the flesh, grab ahold and scream out ‘Mine’! The more he massaged the glorious globes, the more he could feel the boy relax. Before long the kid was pressing himself backward, leaning into Brian’s touch, practically begging for the massaging fingers to dig in even deeper.

The more the kid leaned back, the closer his beautiful ass came to Brian’s face and the more his fresh, sun-warmed scent pervaded Brian’s senses. The slight whiff of chlorine from the kid’s recent swim did little to mask his natural earthy aroma. Brian leaned forward and drew in a deep breath. Holy Fuck! Brian had always enjoyed the slightly rangey smell of a man’s body - it was an unfailing source of arousal - but he didn’t think he’d ever come across anyone whose natural body odor was this enticing to him. Justin smelled like sunshine and fresh-turned earth with a whiff of that smoky aroma you smell on your clothing after a good barbeque.

Brian was inspired by that scent. It nearly drove him wild. The only thing that stopped him from throwing the boy down on the pavers by the edge of the pool and ravishing him was the need to first mark him as his own. It was something primeval that he would never rationally admit to. But it was strong, nonetheless. Brian wasn’t going to even try to fight it.

With his mind gone blissfully blank, Brian pulled back one hand and sharply smacked his palm across the fresh peach fuzz of Justin’s ass. Justin bucked at the unexpected sting but the little grunt he voiced sounded more of arousal than pain. And then, as the mark of Brian’s hand print bloomed bright red against the white of the boy’s skin, Brian himself moaned. it was EXACTLY what he’d envisioned. It was perfect. That blank canvas of Justin’s skin showed off the outline of Brian’s hand with such precision it was like he’d drawn it there.

Brian was convinced he’d never, in his entire long and promiscuous life, seen anything even half as erotic as the sight of his hand print glowing on the little Twink’s creamy cheek.

An almost feral need overwhelmed Brian. He couldn’t have held back even if it had cost him the entire million dollars he’d been doing this for. With another sharp *swack* he marked the boy’s other cheek. Then he did it again and again. Each smack driving him even more crazy with unbridled lust.

Brian was completely insensible to everything around him except the sweet ass of the beautiful twink who was now writhing in front of him with almost equal fervor.

“Sweet Mother of All Holy Fucks!” The exceedingly odd epithet being yelled out at almost full volume was what eventually brought Brian back to reality.

Brian tore his eyes away from the sight of the bright red hand marks on the soft ivory ass and discovered that his lounge chair was now surrounded by the entire contingent of the Residence. To a man, they all had raging boners and each appeared to be near orgasm. Except, of course, for Dane, who was the one who’d just shot his load all over the patio and who had been the one responsible for that interesting oath.

“Come here!” Queen Brian ordered as soon as Dane recovered enough to look up at Brian, a sheepish look on his otherwise masculine face. Brian pulled Justin up off his hands so the boy was kneeling tall and no longer blocking access to Brian’s junk. “I want you to suck the kid’s balls - but only his balls, got it? You don’t touch his dick or mine.”

Dane was so eager to do as he’d been ordered he almost tripped over his own big feet as he trotted over and kneeled beside the lounge chair.

Brian viewed the remaining five spectators. They all looked so fucking eager to be included. It almost made Brian want to laugh. But he was their Queen and it would have been undignified to give in to his selfish desires. He decided, instead, to give in to his puerile desires.

“Kerrek,” Brian called out. “You come stroke Justin off. Justin, you’re stroking me at the same time. And the rest of you, I want you all to cum on his face while I eat out his beautiful ass,” Brian directed, the smiles all round a clear indicator that this particular ruling of their Queen was well received. “Oh . . . except for you, Daniel. You have to suck on my toes,” Brian added, just to be ornery and because he could and because he didn’t much care for the idea of the hot-headed muscle-man anywhere near his Twink. He ignored the muttered cursing from the bulky asian and concentrated instead on making sure everyone else was in place before he continued. “Okay. This shouldn’t take long, should it, Gramps?”

What with the stimulation from the spanking, little Justin was already as hard as a diamond-tipped drill bit. Brian calculated that with the added stimulation of Dane sucking his balls AND Kerek’s hand stroking his cock, the youth might not even last a full minute. And Brian, himself, was so ready that he figured it wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds of eating that absolutely perfect ass to get him off either. The rest of the crew looked to be equally ready. If he timed things right, this might just end up being the most explosive cum session ever experience by mankind.

“Everybody, on my count. Three, two, one . . . FUCK!”  Brian yelled as he dove in with tongue out, and sank into the tempting tight ass.

“AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!”

Justin hadn’t even lasted the full minute. The kid’s dick, along with all other muscles in his twinkie body convulsed almost as soon as Brian’s tongue entered his ass. Such copious quantities of cum shot out into the air that pretty much everyone in a ten foot radius was coated with it - so, basically, that meant everyone. The convulsions of the boy’s amazingly tight ass set off Brian’s own orgasm and then it was a fucking free-for-all as all the others shot sky high, with cum spraying out in every direction and the moaning and groaning so loud nobody would have been able to hear a single word uttered if any of them still had functioning senses.

Except, of course, for Daniel, who was unhappily sucking on Brian’s big toe and glaring daggers at the rest of the now sated group of happy men.

Brian thought briefly that he should demand Ted pay him a percentage of the profits even if he didn’t win the competition, considering the ratings this particular little scene was sure to generate.