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Chapter 4

Later at home Martin was staring at the black onyx ring on the shiny surface of his mahogany table as he sipped from his bourbon. He realized that he was still holding it firmly in his palm just after he was on his way home. Since then he was thinking about Mr. Gahan and what he saw last night. Until now he was sure that the brunette man wasn’t their murderer but the evidences against him made Martin unsure. What if he is the one they are looking for? Was he this daring? Wasn’t he afraid that letting himself seen with the victims could easily end him up in jail? Or was he tricked? By a foe maybe? Martin did not know much about him. The records on the police station had not much information about this noble man. His file was suspiciously thin. Did he have connections there too? Someone who smoothes his things? Or was he really just a regular member of the higher ranks? There were too many possibilities.

The few things Martin found out during his private investigation were that Gahan came from a respected upper-class family. His parents had died a long time ago and his older sister followed them a few years ago during a fire that took her and her husband’s life. The tragedy was mentioned in The London Gazette, as well, because it was suspected it wasn’t just a simple fire case. Even so there were no further articles or police records about it. Other than this the papers informed Martin just about how he donated different art museums and organizations from the enormous wealth he had inherited. There were no scandals or anything that could endanger his position. Was he really this clean or was he living two lives?

Too many questions for his tired brain that tortured Martin with some hot pictures of the last night and he caught himself fantasizing about him. He knew he had to do something to put his mind to rest, so he drank one more glass of bourbon and grabbed the ring as he headed out.

From the files he knew where Gahan lived and soon he looked up at the imposing house in the heart of London. He was standing at the same spot he had seen him last night stepping out on the street. He heard music and laughter from the first floor and somehow his anger boiled from this. He knew it wasn’t right to come here but he wanted answers. He didn’t know why he needed them so desperately, why he wanted to see clear about this mysterious man, but he felt the urge that led him to the door and made him knock. A young maid opened the door after a minute and asked who he was.

“I’m here to talk to Mr. Gahan. Can you go and call him here?”

“I don’t know Mr. Gore, if you’re not invited to the party I cannot let you in, I’m sorry” she said shyly.

“I’m from the police. It’s urgent.”

“Uhm… alright then. Please, wait here” she waved him to the hall.

Martin felt angry, nervous and curious at the same time as he looked around the richly decorated hallway.

“Mr. Gore…” he heard the now familiar baritone and the dark figure of the brunette man took shape from the shadows “what gives me the pleasure to see you here?”

Martin’s jaw tensed as he turned to the host and looked into the darkly shining eyes. “I think this belongs to you” he showed him the ring.

“Oh, my ring. How nice of you to return it…” he reached out but Martin closed his fingers around the object.

“I’m not here because of this. It’s evidence in our investigation. We found it on the bloody bed of your lover, Mr. Lambert. I presume you’ve heard about his death…”

“Yes… well, it’s very unfortunate” he answered on a colder tone and his whole composure seemed harder for a moment. “Then why are you here?” his tone got softer again as he asked and looked deeply into the curly man’s eyes.

Martin felt like drowning. Now he understood what that Hindu boy was talking about when he said “predator” on Gahan. He felt that the taller man could eat him up with those darkly shining eyes that seemed to look right through him. Suddenly he felt at a loss and swallowed hard. “For answers…” he whispered.

“Then… we shall give you your answers…” he whispered back and a disturbing smile crept onto his handsome face. “Follow me…” he added and turned his back on him.

All of his senses screamed danger, but his curiosity took over and before he realized his traitor legs have already entered a dining room where several people were sitting around a long table eating dinner and drinking. The strangest thing for Martin was that the conversations didn’t stop for a moment, but he could feel his eyes on him time after time. Mr. Gahan pointed at a free seat and waved for a maid to fill Martin’s glass with the finest kind of spiced wine he had ever tasted. Although Gahan promised him answers, he did not sit next to Martin and the other guests did not speak to him either, but strangely Martin felt okay with it. He observed them. It was clear that they all were from the upper-class, judging by the suits and dresses they had on or the expensive cigar a man with thick mustache enjoyed while leaning to Gahan at the other side of the table, whispering about something. At first sight they seemed to be a bunch of elite people used to each others’ present, but as he continued his observation, he noticed that there was a strange harmony between them that Martin couldn’t explain. All the small touches and gestures among the men and the few women told him that they knew each other deeper than other similar circles in the British society.

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“Did you get your answers?” he heard a whisper in his ear after dinner was finished and Martin drank a few more glasses from the delicious wine. He looked up at Mr. Gahan confused, because he didn’t understand the question. He barely talked to anyone during his stay. “Alright, I see you’re not finished yet… and I think you are ready for more.”

“What…”

“Just come with me” he straightened up and headed for a nearby door.

This time without hesitation the blonde man followed him through spacious rooms until they reached their destination. Martin looked around with surprise. Just a few candles lit the room where half a dozen of people were enjoying themselves on couches or on the floor – drinking, eating fruits and touching each other. Martin felt dizzy from the sight and the strong wine, but he entered the room and looked at the far end of it where a long dark-haired man was sitting between big pillows. His strangely shining eyes were emphasized with eyeliner. He was half-naked, wearing just some leather-trousers as he was sitting there cross-legged, murmuring on a strange language Martin didn’t understand but the rhythm of it soothed his mind. He seemed to be in some kind of a trance although he was well aware of his surroundings as he fanned the smoke of herbs that filled the room, making the short man even dizzier. A soft touch on his shoulder made him stop staring at the strange man and follow Dave to a comfortable couch.

“He’s Maynard… a very-very old friend of mine.”

“Is he… a shaman?” Martin asked dreamily, remembering the old books he had once read in the loneliness of his grandfather’s library when he was a child.

“Yes.”

“What… is he… doing?” he asked quietly, feeling his head get even heavier.

“Wakening our senses… No, don’t ask, just take a deep breath, look around you and watch…” he whispered into Martin’s ear, making him shiver as he obeyed.

More and more clothes ended on the floor, some soft moans filled the stuffy room and Martin wasn’t ashamed now to watch as two women started to kiss and caress each other on a couch. He felt as if he entered another, unfamiliar world but still that strange feeling of being home had returned as he watched the pretty brunette suck on the blonde’s breast then slide her mouth between the long thighs, making the other moan with lust. A short and slim man with longer hair was undressed by a taller one and Mart could see the sharp little teeth as the boy took the pretty man’s cock in his mouth. While fucking the mouth of his adorer those big goblin-like greenish eyes stared at Martin, showing the sharp teeth in a sultry little smile. The chanting of that shaman seemed to daze the curly man even more and suddenly he heard the beating of drums from somewhere. It was beating in rhythm with his own heart, taking him even farther from reality.

“Let yourself go… become one with the rhythm and forget about everything else…” he heard Dave’s whispers in his ear and he had to softly moan and close his eyes as he felt those long fingers slide on his bulge between his legs. It was like a vision or a dream as he let Dave rub him through his trousers then he realized that he was doing the same thing to him. His fingertips were burning from the feel of the raging hardness under them. Before he knew he was moaning louder as he felt the air and those bony fingers around his throbbing erection when finally David freed him. Martin saw the approving glint in the now black eyes as he looked down at the thick cock. They exchanged a lustful glimpse and finally Martin could taste the sweet full lips of this mysterious man. The long tongue penetrated his mouth and moved around passionately, making Martin moan into the deep and exciting kiss. He turned to Dave and didn’t really realize that soft and fragile hands pulled down his jacket and white shirt, caressing his naked back, side and thighs.

When Dave let his now swollen lips go, Martin had the chance to glimpse around and see that some more people have entered the room. A short-haired wide and muscular man with black eyes and a long straight nose looked thirstily at a woman who moaned something like “Fuck me harder, Trent” and the stunning amount of bulging muscles started to dance under his skin faster as he obeyed to the demand. Soon Martin had no other choice than focus on Dave again, because the desirable man started to suck and bite Martin’s small nipples while his hand returned to his hardness. He looked down right into the dangerously glistening dark eyes and it seemed that the unspoken wish was understood. Martin threw his head back and moaned loudly when his fantasy of feeling those sensitive lips around his shaft came true. Where were his father’s strict rules now?! He couldn’t remember any of them, because the pleasure he felt wiped out everything else from his mind. His temple was throbbing as he moved his hips back and forth, letting his tip touch the back of Dave’s throat, making him crazy with the dance of his muscles around his hardness. He wanted to scream but just groaned and held the brown hair firmly between his fingers.

Before he could come, those amazing lips slid off him and David got rid of the rest of his clothes by the help of two beautiful women. He kissed them one by one, letting them play with his long hard cock for a while then he gently sent one to Martin before he led the other to an armchair, facing Martin, making her bend over. He slid into her velvet heaven from behind with a satisfied moan, watching the blonde curly man. Martin’s eyes got even cloudier as the woman in front of him sat on his wet shaft, showing him her back and coating him with her hot juices. He put his arms around her and squeezed her nice bosoms while she propped herself on his knees, circling her wide hips with short joyful moans. This was getting too much for Martin. He felt the burning gaze of Gahan on him as he was enjoying the soft parts of this gorgeous woman, he felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, the smell of sex and magical herbs made him dizzy, and the lustful moans and groans around the room made him shiver.

He leant to the side a bit to be able to take a peek from behind the woman who was enjoying his hard cock deep inside of her. He saw as Dave made his girl come hard, smiling down at her and stroking along her sweaty back before sliding out of her. He still managed to hold himself back and Martin had to swallow hard from the sight of his glistening cock. His host crawled to the centre of the room where that long-haired short man just finished off that young boy, coming hard in him.

“Brian…” Martin heard Dave’s whisper and the sharp little teeth flashed again as he pulled David into a greedy kiss. Martin saw that the big muscular man from earlier knelt behind Dave and started to lick and bite his back, caressing his throat and chest from behind. Even from there he could see the goose bumps appear on the sweaty skin. Brian’s hand slid down on the wet cock while he was still biting and sucking on Dave’s mouth, who pressed his ass against Trent’s erection, signaling what he wanted. This made Martin even more excited and he squeezed the woman’s breasts harder. She moaned in the exactly same moment as Dave when the big man’s wet fingers slid into him from behind. Mart saw them from the side and knew it was a show for him as Dave went on all fours, sucking on Brian’s already awakened cock while Trent was rimming and finger-fucking him from behind.

And there it was, the picture Martin saw in his head before: David impaled on a hard cock, enjoying it with loud moans… As he watched him with his cloudy eyes, getting lost in the pleasures of the three men, Martin squeezed the woman’s hips, pulling her harder down on his shaft. David’s pleasure triggered his approaching climax as well and as he saw that beautiful man writhe in passion, taking the bites and scratches and thrusts with joyful moans, their eyes met again and Martin cried out from the sudden pleasure as he saw the dark-haired man cum. He himself moved his hips roughly upwards a few more times and filled the groaning woman with his sticky load.

If he thought it was over, he was wrong. He was still barely conscious when hands pulled him on the floor, laying him down on the soft pillows. Hands gave him more from the red wine and he felt them caress his shivering skin. The chanting had stopped, but the sounds of drums were still beating in his ear. He managed to take a glimpse and see Maynard having fun with a woman and a man by the wall, but the picture disappeared as he buried his head between full bosoms and felt hot tongues licking his sensitive cock clean. The woman with the gorgeous tits made him suck on her hard nipples then she gave a kiss to him and returned the favor. This way he had the opportunity to look down at his body and see men and women pamper and excite him. Soft bites and licks and sucking followed each other and it was like in a dream. He didn’t see clearly, just blurred figures surrounding him, making him want more. He felt a cock rub against his lips and he eagerly took it into his mouth. He didn’t know who it was, he didn’t care anymore just sucked as if his life depended on it. His hands dug into hair, scratched skin, grabbed flesh as he was lying on his back and he moaned on the cock in his mouth as he felt his legs lifted up and a wet long tongue lick around his hole. There was no doubt in his mind anymore: he wanted it. He wanted to be fucked like David was a few minutes ago! He wanted to feel what he felt, he wanted to become one with that dangerous man. He felt a shiver run down his spine and his cock stirred and hardened even more as he felt long fingers probe into him. He had no power to look up to see who was doing this to him, but he didn’t mind just welcomed the little pain and the bigger pleasure with a loud moan, squeezing that someone’s cock harder. From the moan he realized it was that kinky short man called Brian with those big shiny eyes. He let the thought pass and went on with the sucking, moving his hips against the curved fingers in his ass. This felt much better than he would have ever thought!

“More… More! Give me more!” he breathed, his whole body writhing on the big red pillows and it seemed this was the magical word. The bites and licks have stopped and Brian’s cock and the long fingers slid out of his mouth and butt, too. This way he was able to look up from the hot energy that washed over his body and see David crawl closer and between his legs, the wetness shining on his rock-hard beautiful cock. Every inch looked so mouthwatering that without thinking Martin started to move his hips like a cheap whore. He wanted nothing else than to feel all of it inside him. “Please…” he swallowed hard, feeling like going mad if he needed to wait one more second.

A gentle smile crossed Dave’s face then he positioned himself to his entrance and started to slide deeper and deeper into the curly man, who cried out in surprise. He felt no pain anymore just sheer pleasure as inch by inch that gorgeous man disappeared in the depths of his shaking body. He realized that the bites and caresses have returned, heightening his pleasures and senses even more. He threw his head back into the pillow and saw that Brian was already fucking another guy, but in that moment he felt Dave lick along his neck and kiss him passionately, thrusting hard into him. Martin groaned into his mouth wide-eyed and heard a soft chuckle from the man over him. He felt never experienced pleasure as his tip rubbed against a magical spot Martin didn’t know he had. And the sensation repeated again and again, as David knelt back up and tortured that point deep inside of him. The long fingers were caressing his shaking legs and Martin totally lost connection with reality.

He saw just hot and blurry pictures from that point on: rough pounding into him, David’s growls, his shining black eyes mesmerizing him, the building enormous orgasm, naked and sweaty bodies writhe around him in pleasure, sperm and blood from a heart smeared on his lips and body, painful bites, licking and little cuts on his chest and arms, a firm hand on his aching cock and then Dave’s eyes again as Martin begged for him to fuck him rougher until he screamed his name and came like never before…

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