Layton's Discovery (Part 2)
By Me4Smoke
Barry opened the door to a room to the right of the stairs. "Your room, sir!" Layton peered through the doorway and walked in. Barry entered just behind him and placed Layton’s bags on the floor. "Bathroom to the left with clean linens. I trust you will find the accommodations acceptable! Oh, the ashtray is in the drawer next to the bed, sir." Layton walked around the room feeling as though he was at a five star resort. "Anything else sir?" Barry asked as he turned down the sheets. "I, uh, I guess not." Layton said, shaking his head to reveal "no."
"Layton. Mr. Taylor isn’t a bad man. He has his ways just as we all do. The one thing you have going for you is that he likes you. You wouldn’t want to be one that he hates." Barry warned with a scowl.
"I don’t like the advances he made with me earlier!" Layton scoffed. Barry agreed, " He can be a bit forward at times." "Forward? I didn’t realize he was queer!" Layton sat on the edge of the bed wringing his hands.
"If you didn’t know that Mr. Taylor was gay, why did you come here with him?" Barry asked.
"I fucked up. I ran my mouth today and thought I could… oh, never mind. It doesn’t matter now."
"No, I guess it doesn’t." Barry snickered.
"Hey, Barry! What’s the story with Herb? Does he do this with lots of men? I mean, bring them home and try to do things with them?
Barry laughed, "I can’t take the liberty of divulging that information other than to say I know how you feel."
Layton looked at Barry with widened eyes; "You’re gay too?"
"Yes, I am. I’m quite comfortable with my life and with my life here with Mr. Taylor."
"I see." Layton said as he looked at the floor. His mind was reeling now.
"I’ll wake you at five-thirty in the morning, sir."
"Oh, thank you." Layton nodded.
Layton readied himself for bed and went to the bathroom. While in the bathroom he noticed a white robe hanging on the back of the door. The inscription on the pocket said, "Boy" in red letters. Layton wondered why Herb would have a robe in the house with "boy" embroidered on it? He had other things to think about, however.
Layton grabbed his manuals and slid into bed. He began to read but was not able to comprehend what he was reading. His nightly ritual was starting to remind him of a more pressing activity. Layton looked at the nightstand to see the big cigar and Herb’s lighter laying in wait. He thought, "what the hell, who’s going to catch me?" He pushed the books aside and picked up the cigar. His cock reacted at the same moment. With the lighters ignition the cigar fumed the air. Layton’s dick was rock hard. He lay there toying with his manhood as he smoked the cigar. He had done this many times in private not knowing that it was an underlying fetish. He slowly stroked his cock but found it a bit uncomfortable. He was used to the lotion he kept in the bathroom at home.
Layton got up and looked in the bathroom to find a small bottle of personal lubricant in the vanity drawer. He had never seen this product before. Lying back on the bed with his cigar planted between his teeth, Layton squeezed some of the clear liquid onto his hot cock. He began to spread it around and found it to be much better than what he used at home.
His twisted inner-self liked this. He was smoking a big cigar in a fancy home and beating off using another man’s fuck oil to do it. This wasn’t so bad after all, he thought. He imagined himself fucking his wife doggy style while smoking the big cigar. Taking control of her and making her his fuck slave. While thinking of this, the thought of Herb slipped into his visions. Herb was standing in front of them with his cock in his hand and one of his huge cigars billowing smoke into the air. Herb pushed Layton’s wife’s head down between his legs and moved over her to rest on her back while Layton was locked inside her. "Take my cock, "Boy!" Layton envisioned. At that moment Layton blasted a load across his chest. The thoughts he had just had brought him to orgasm with more excitement than he had known before. Panting and exhausted he slumped into the bed. He put the cigar in the ashtray and fell fast asleep.
Layton wrestled the covers as he began to awake to the voice calling him from the side of the bed.
"Good morning, sir!"
He opened his eyes to see Barry standing next to him starring at his body. Layton realized that he was not covered at all and his dried cum was still matted in his chest and cock hair.
Grabbing the covers and jerking them up to his neck he gruffly shouted at Barry, "OK, OK, I’m up! Now will you leave?"
"At once, sir!" Barry replied with a laugh as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
Layton was embarrassed. He knew that Barry had seen him in all his glory. Cum and all. He jumped into the shower and found a fresh razor by the sink. Layton removed the unwanted growth and tossed the razor in the trash. Entering the bedroom again he noticed that his luggage was missing. That was odd. It was there last night. Layton remembered the robe on the back of the door. Throwing it on, he ran down the steps to inquire about his belongings.
Not sure where to go, Layton entered door after door until he opened the door to the dinning area. "Good morning, Layton. Please, sit down. Barry has your breakfast prepared." Herb said while seated at the table.
"Where are my things?" Layton demanded.
"Not to worry! Everything is fine, sit, enjoy, we have a busy day ahead of us." Herb suggested as he ate and drank his coffee.
"I’m not used to having my luggage taken!" Layton said as he sat across from Herb. Barry entered and placed a king’s meal before him.
"I trust that you rested well?" Herb questioned.
"Yes, I slept fine. I was very tired." Layton stated.
"When you have finished eating, meet me in the study." Herb said as he stood to leave the room. Layton just glared up at him.
He was still un nerved by the events of last night. He also needed to get dressed. Stopping in the study didn’t seem to fit into his morning schedule and what could Herb want with him? He wasn’t even dressed yet.
"Cigar?" Herb asked as he offered one to Layton.
"No! I need to get dressed. That is, if someone would tell me where my clothes are?" Layton said with a slight harshness in his voice.
Herb continued to prepare the cigar, clipping the end and reaching for his lighter. He seemingly ignored Layton’s request for his clothes. Instead, Herb began to puff on the cigar as if he was alone in the room. Nothing interrupted his concentration until he was satisfied with the perfect cylindrical red glow. Exhaling, Herb turned and said, "I like the robe on you!"
Layton flushed red, "That’s great, now, where are my clothes?"
Herb began to light another cigar with the same precision as the one he had just lit. Layton looked puzzled, first looking at the one in the ashtray and back at Herb. The smoke caught in his peppered beard, Herb said, "I don’t want to smoke alone this morning." Herb handed the cigar to Layton.
Layton dropped his shoulders, "What’s with you man? I don’t want a fucking cigar! I want my clothes!" The only move Herb made was to make an angry brow. He then sat in his leather high-backed chair, puffed on his cigar and said, "Look, BOY, take the fucking cigar and enjoy it!"
"I’m not a BOY, asshole, I’m a man and I want my fucking clothes so I can leave this fucking faggot house!" Layton screamed.
Herb jumped from his seat and landed on Layton knocking him to the floor. Herb pinned Layton’s arms above his head and straddled his waist. "You are a BOY and you WILL do as you are told! You got that? Look, even your robe says you’re a boy."
"It’s not my fucking robe, dip shit! I found it in your guestroom. Now, get the fuck off of me!"
Herb held on tighter to Layton’s wrists, "I own you Layton. You don’t exist without me! You are a faggot just like me, you just won’t admit it!"
"Fuck you! I’m not a faggot. I like women. I’m not a pansy assed queer like you!"
"Oh, no? Then why is your cock so fucking hard?" Herb rubbed his ass up and down Layton’s crotch area to give evidence of the boner that Layton was now wearing. "If I’m a pansy, you should be able to fight your way free. I don’t see you in control here, BOY, I am!"
Layton was frustrated by his arousal. As Herb pointed it out, Layton realized that he was very turned on. He didn’t like the fact that the rough housing and control had gotten him horny. What did Herb mean, "I own you!"? Layton was lost in himself. What was going on?
"What do you mean, "You own me?"
Herb could feel Layton giving in and relaxing his tension. Herb began to cautiously relax his grip on Layton. He let go of Layton and stood up over him. "Don’t you move, BOY! I don’t want to hurt you!"
"What did you mean by what you said that you own me?"
Herb stepped back to his chair and sat down. Layton got up and sat on the sofa across from Herb, while rubbing his wrists for comfort.
"It was just a statement. That’s all. Intimidation, I wanted to intimidate you." Herb explained as he re-lit his cigar.
"Look, Herb. I don’t know what to make of all of this. I think I need to get dressed so I can get down to the office and straighten out the computer." Layton said, hoping to end the situation.
"You don’t have to worry with that, Layton. I took care of it." Herb told him while handing Layton the cigar that he had prepared for him earlier. Layton looked bewildered and took the cigar. " I don’t understand?"
Herb held the lighter to the cigar as Layton began to draw on it. "Remember at the airport? I had to take care of some business and left you to wait outside in the smoking area? That’s when I took care of the computer outage. Your company is sending another tech out to work on it."
Layton’s head dropped, "Oh, my God! I’ve lost another job! Damn it Herb! I’m fucked!"
"Woah Layton, you are not "fucked." I got you a raise actually." Herb grinned.
"What? A raise? How…?"
"Look, let’s talk about this later. It will make since soon. I promise."
Layton sat quietly hashing the morning’s events and the revelations that Herb told him about. Layton and Herb sat and smoked without a word. Herb just kept looking at Layton and smiling, winking now and then. Layton had begun to accept the attention he was getting and acknowledged Herb’s last wink with a slight grin.
"Come here boy." Herb said softly. Layton looked up at Herb and began to shake. "It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you. You can trust me." Layton put his cigar in the ashtray and walked around the coffee table to Herb. "Sit." Herb said pointing to the floor in front of him. Layton’s face told of fear, regret, and a question of the unknown. He sat down.
Herb pulled him easily back into the chair between his knees. Layton’s body was stiff and his legs raised as he was pulled towards the conqueror. "Relax, just sit." Herb consoled Layton. They spent the next thirty minutes in silence. Herb continued to stroke Layton’s shoulders and smoke his cigar.
"Barry! Barry! Have my car brought around!" Herb nudged Layton to rise. "Go to your room and get dressed. I want to show you around." Herb commanded. Layton got up and headed for his room. When he got to his room he found his suitcases emptied and his clothes in the closet and dresser. Layton dressed and met Herb in the foyer. Herb had a fresh cigar and a black cowboy hat on. Herb reached into a closet and produced a white cowboy hat and placed it on Layton’s head.
"Here ya go! Now let’s ride." Herb said with a smile as he headed out to the car.
The driver took them on a tour of the city and then headed out to the country. They turned on to a long dusty road that led through a long grove of fruit trees that opened into a wide expanse of pasture land.
"This is it, boy. I haven’t been out here in weeks." Herb said with child like excitement.
The car rounded the fence and a huge barn and stables came into view. There must have been a thousand acres around them. There was nothing around them but trees, pastures and the barn. You could see mountains in the distance and blue sky above.
"Is this yours too?" Layton asked.
"Yes, Layton. I own all of it. From the road to the mountains there." Herb said as he patted Layton on the leg. Layton noticed the pat but ignored it. The two men stepped out of the car and Herb gave the driver some instructions. The car drove off in the direction that it had come from. "Follow me!" Herb headed for the barn.
Inside, Layton was in awe again. This was the most modern horse barn that he could imagine. He didn’t know anything about a horse but he knew that any barn that had climate control and speakers had to be the best. There was a kitchen, a bunkroom, and bathroom with showers and a jetted tub.
"This is nice." Layton said. "Yeah, I like it. Barry and I used to…" Herb stopped. Layton looked at Herb with a quick jerk. "Barry?" Layton asked.
"Long time ago."
"Now, how good are you with a whip?" Herb asked, pulling two whips from a cabinet. "I can show you a few things with these." Herb snapped one of the whips into the air.
"I don’t know, I’ve never used one." Layton answered.
Herb handed one to Layton. "Give it a try."
Layton slung the whip and it made a soft pop.
"Naw, like this!" Herb flipped the whip and it snapped with an echo throughout the barn. Layton jumped.
" I bet I can teach you to be a good whip boy."
Layton smiled a snide grin, "I bet I can pop your ass with one already!"
Herb cut his eyes back at Layton, "Don’t get to high and mighty, boy, I can rip your ass a new hole right where you stand!" Fear took over Layton’s face and Herb saw it. Herb needed to keep fear in Layton, at least for a while longer.
The two men kept popping the whips and Layton became more comfortable with the whip and with Herb. He had begun to like Herb. "Give me that for a minute, boy!" Layton handed the whip to Herb and Herb walked over to a target in the barn. He paced off five steps and turned his back to the stall rail. He began to pop the target and Layton looked on, impressed with Herb’s abilities.
"You wanna give it a go?" Herb offered the whips to Layton. Layton shrugged his arms and took them. He stood at the rail and started snapping at the target failing miserably. While he practiced, Herb lit a cigar and moved behind the rail and propped his boot up on the bottom rail. Layton laughed at himself while he tried to hit the target with one whip and then the other. Herb told him to choke up on the whips. He then grabbed Layton’s arm one after the other and wrapped the whips tightly around Layton’s wrists.
"Now try!’ Herb winked. The whips popped loud at they landed against the target. Layton yelled out with a country twang; "Yee-Haw!" As he drew back to wallop the target again, Herb grabbed the whips pulling Layton back into the rail. Herb quickly tied the whips together and around the rail. Layton started kicking and screaming, "You mother-fucker, what are you doing? Stop it! Let me go. You faggot! Help, Help!"
Herb hollered out in laughter, "There’s not a soul around that can hear you, boy. Go ahead, yell until you can’t yell anymore!"
"Why are you doing this? I thought we were getting along okay!" Layton said in desperation.
Herb walked back around in front of him with his stogie in his jaw. He didn’t say a word. He just walked up to Layton and reached out to his face. Layton turned his head away but Herb squeezed Layton’s jaw and turned it back to him. Layton winced from pain.
"Look at me, boy! I told you I wouldn’t hurt you."
"You’re hurting me now!" Layton scoffed.
"Well, don’t turn your head and I won’t have too!" Herb looked down Layton’s body. Just as he figured, Layton’s cock was hard.
"I think you like the rough treatment, boy." Herb said as the smoke exited his lips.
Layton looked down, first at his bulge and then to the hay on the floor.
"Yes sir. It seems so doesn’t it? I don’t know why! I didn’t know I did until... this morning."
Herb let go of Layton’s face and ran his hand down Layton’s chest and into his shirt. Layton protested with a squirm. He jerked when Herb pinched his soft nipple.
"Ouch! Fuck man, what are you doing? That hurts!"
Herb smiled and opened Layton’s shirt to expose his whole chest. He admired the shape and size of Layton’s nipples. Herb leaned in to lick one of them and Layton yelled "NO!"
Herb shook his head and told him to shut up. He then stepped back with his cigar in his teeth. He smoked the cigar, puffing and inhaling and then stopped.
"I know what to do here." Herb said as he stepped forward into Layton. He took his cigar and put it in Layton’s mouth. "Smoke this, BOY!"
Layton sighed from the sensation of having another man’s cigar in his lips. The taste of Herb’s spit and the soft moist end on the cigar made his body shake. Herb watched this feeling take over and let it run for a minute. Layton didn’t want to let it show but it was turning him on more than the dreams he had over the years. He would never admit the dreams to himself but now this was real. He began to lust for Herb. The cigar man that had taken him hostage was becoming his idol.
Herb moved his hand down to Layton’s crotch and squeezed his hard cock and balls. Layton whimpered like a pup around the big strong cigar that Herb was making him smoke. Layton’s eyes glued on Herb’s face.
"That’s right, smoke Daddy’s cigar, boy. I’m going to take good care of you. You will like what I’m going to do to you." Herb said as he grabbed both of Layton’s nipples and twisted them.
Layton mumbled, "OH, NO, SIR, Don’t!" from around the cigar. Herb stopped twisting and started licking Layton’s nipples in turn. Layton was starting to buck against Herb’s face and beard.
Herb stopped and looked up at him, "Easy, boy, don’t make me tie your legs to the rail too!" Layton’s eyes spread wide. Again, a renewed fear took over his face.
"NO!" Layton shouted as the cigar fell to the hay below.
Herb quickly picked up the cigar and put it in his mouth. He walked around behind the stall and Layton started screaming at him, "NO, Fuck no! I’m not an animal! Damn you, you asshole!"
Layton was jumping and thrusting his legs about. Herb laughed and sat back on a hay bail behind Layton, "You’ll get tired soon enough." Layton started to cry. He was a man and didn’t want to cry but he was being pushed to his limit. Finally, Layton gave up. He stood still as Herb tied both of his legs to the rail. He was afraid and tired now. Herb walked back around to face Layton, "I told you. I won’t hurt you! I mean that Layton."
He puffed and took the cigar from his mouth and inhaled. He leaned into Layton’s face with softness in his eyes. Layton allowed Herb to get close and then closer until Herb’s beard pushed into his shadow of a beard. He could smell the cigar smoke and it pulled him into Herb. Herb covered Layton’s mouth with his, and exhaled. Layton sighed again. He was overcome with passion. He had never felt a man’s lips. He never thought he would have a man’s lips on his.
Herb again puffed his cigar and inhaled. He grabbed Layton by the back of his head and pulled him, meeting him half way and locked his lips on Layton’s lips. He opened Layton’s mouth with his tongue and began exploring and exhaling.
Layton’s legs started to give way but he couldn’t drop far. Herb didn’t stop his exploration of Layton’s hot wet mouth. Layton began to suck on Herb’s tongue. He didn’t know why but he wanted it and he wanted it bad. While Herb kissed him, Herb’s hand groped Layton’s jeans. He wanted this boy’s cock badly. He found the zipper, with a quick jerk, Layton’s pants were open. Layton started to revolt again but couldn’t stop. Tears were sliding down his face now. He had so many emotions surging through his mind. He wasn’t gay but he wanted Herb. He had never been with a man in this way and he knew that he had to stop it but he couldn’t. He wanted it!
Herb stepped back to look at Layton. He could see the emotions in Layton’s face. He enjoyed taking a straight man to that point. Taking away the bars that hold the boy in. Giving another man the ability to be free. Free to lust. Freedom to hold another man, to be one with that man.
Once again Herb puffed on the cigar. He inhaled and forcefully exhaled into Layton and pulled off of him. Layton’s eyes had rolled back and the smoke was streaming from his open mouth and nose.
Herb shoved his cigar into Layton’s mouth and bent down and unbuttoned Layton’s jeans, dropping them to his ankles. Layton didn’t move. He was still standing with his head tilted back and the cigar planted in his jaw. He was savoring his master’s cigar and spit. Layton could feel the warm hands fondling his cock and balls. He then felt Herb’s warm lips cover his cock, which was standing straight up. Herb began to suck up and down the shaft. Layton then looked down at Herb and sighed loudly. This gave Herb the power. Herb now knew that the boy was his. His for the taking. Just as Layton began to tense up for the orgasm, Herb stopped sucking.
"What, what are you doing man. That is awesome, don’t stop!" Layton pleaded around the cigar, which was now only an inch and one half long. Herb walked around behind the stall and began to untie the rope around Layton’s legs. Layton looked confused. He didn’t know if he had done something wrong or what. Herb wouldn’t answer his questions. He continued to untie Layton, freeing him from the rail. Just then the car pulled up out side.
"Get your pants up, boy. Supper’s waiting."
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